How to become a sea witch
Chapter 51, Part forty seven
Waking up early in the morning, even before Bernice's consciousness was fully awake, she already instinctively felt that something seemed different.
Soon, she realized it was the light.
Different from the dark clouds and the chaos and oppression that filled the city with the wind and rain a few days ago, when she opened her eyes this morning, what first flooded into her sight was a soft and clear light.
The summer sunshine, which had disappeared for three days, finally bloomed on her fingertips again on the fourth morning after the storm surge gradually subsided.
Although I didn't go out to check on the spot, but through the news conveyed by the security office in the past few days, Bernice knew that the disaster caused by this storm surge was very serious, and the coastal area of the entire human city had completely become a mess. ruins.Moreover, due to the influence of weather and tides, the rescue operation has been unable to start.
After simply tying up her messy black hair and washing, she left her room and went to the third floor.
This is the one and only thing she can do every day since the appearance of the storm surge—stay in the same room with Tiago, read a book, chat,? and then be silent with each other.
Of course, apart from the silence and the absence of Tiago, most of the time, Bernice was actually listening to him explaining various difficult and obscure concepts and knowledge in those ancient books to herself in detail.After all, she would never guess what ethnic group the next book she took out would be written in, or how long ago the ancient text would record it.
It's like she can never guess how many languages Thiago can understand, and how much she knows about each of them.
Even many times, when Bernice listened to the other party's detailed explanation, she couldn't help but think about "this fish will double its age next year and it will not be as old as me, but what it knows is so profound and comprehensive that it's terrifying. What's wrong with this?"
Probably because she saw her doubts about Mo Sheng,? Thiago comforted him very considerately after a lecture on how the goblins split from the underground kingdom today: "These are just past history, and It all happened on land, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t know about it. If you are not interested in these things, there are still many things about the Abyss Sea God Realm and the Huanqiong God Realm here, all of which are customs, interesting festivals and rumor records.”
Out of respect for the other party, Bernice chose the former, but soon discovered that the books she chose were all recorded in the ancient mermaid language.
Fortunately, since I was a child, I was instilled with the concept of "you are a piece of trash that no one wants", otherwise, if someone else faced the series of blows she is encountering now, she might not be able to face it like her. Change color.
Thinking of this, Bernice was holding her breath and was about to close the book back, pretending that she had never read the contents inside.Thiago offered to propose: "Actually, a lot of my books here are recorded in ancient languages, especially about Yuanhai Shenyu and various sea tribes. If you are interested, I can take you to understand this language together. , so that you can also freely read as many books as you are interested in.”
To be honest, Bernice had little interest in learning a new language, especially that of a mermaid.But when she thought that there were so many ancient books here, and quite a few of them were related to the Sea Clan, and there might even be records about Sea Witches, she quickly nodded: "Thank you."
"Don't tell me this." Thiago smiled slightly, got up and found a replica copy of the ancient mermaid language from many books.
It turns out that learning a foreign language is difficult, especially the ancient language of the mermaids.Probably because of the natural racial differences, Bernice found that she could not pronounce some basic tones of the language.
After several unsuccessful attempts, she basically gave up. Anyway, for her, as long as she can understand, she has achieved her goal, and she doesn't have to be able to speak out.But Thiago is still very patient and gentle, teaching her over and over again how to control the coordination of the tip of the tongue and the breath, so that she can make those difficult tones correctly and clearly.
There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful language. With the mermaid's clear and melodious voice, every sentence sounds very rhythmic, like flowers blooming on her eardrums, shaking off the subtle tremors and heartbeats. as one.
Bernice bit the bullet and repeated with him, but felt that she still couldn't find the tune no matter how hard she tried, so she could only scratch her hair and said with some embarrassment: "It seems that I really don't have the talent to learn them, I'd better listen to you It’s better to say it. I believe it will make our ears a lot easier.”
Obviously he was saying that he didn't want to learn these syllables anymore, but the words he said were respectful and tactful, as if he was afraid of offending himself.Thiago realized her thoughts, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his faint smile remained on his lips, but he didn't look as happy as before.
After two seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand and turned the pages of the book to the back, sighing and speaking a short ancient language.
The tone of this sentence is not difficult, and it has nothing to do with the few tones that suffocated the demon just now.Therefore, Bernice followed the other party almost subconsciously and read out:
"sathiya."
She didn't know the meaning of this phrase, she could only feel it from the tone, and thought its pronunciation sounded very gentle, with a long and lingering coda.However, Thiago immediately raised his head the moment he heard her speak, and a kind of joy that she couldn't understand suddenly appeared in the blue eyes, so clear and bright that it almost burned her sight.
Is it because I finally got it right?Bernice looked away guiltily, and at the same time felt uncertain about her guess.
It's just a phrase that I read correctly, but it's not that...
So what does that phrase mean?
She was about to ask, but Tiago first spoke to affirm her performance of reading just now: "You read very well just now, it seems that you have to re-evaluate your own ability to learn languages. In my opinion, you Much better than you can imagine, Bernice."
Is that right?
She suddenly felt uneasy.
Compliments had never been a foreign thing to Bernice.But in retrospect, it seems that most of the compliments I have received come from Thiago.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help pursing her lips, but there was something inexplicably happy in her heart.Straight after strand, it rises lightly and cheerfully, so clear that it cannot be ignored.
"Sathiya, try to read it again." He was persuasive, with his slender and white fingers touching each other, looking no different from those tutors who were concentrating on teaching their students.
"Sathiya." Bernice repeated obediently, blinking her beautiful pale green eyes, trying to make her pronunciation closer to the other party.
Maybe it was because of the encouragement just now, maybe it was because of something else.In short, to some very secret degree, she was actually a little...not really wanting to disappoint the other party.
"Very good, Sathiya." Thiago laughed again, every subtle expression was so sincere and soft, and the tone of his words was even more smooth and natural, as if he had repeated it thousands of times.
"Sathiya." She continued to repeat.
In a trance, Bernice had the illusion that she seemed to be confused by the other party's smile and demeanor, so she could only foolishly repeat obediently over and over again.
Unfortunately, at the end, she still didn't think to ask the meaning of this phrase.But after the practice, I heard Thiago mention some default customs of naming mermaids and the meaning of common names.
"Even though the current mermaid language is clearly different from the ancient language, each mermaid's name still comes from the ancient language. For example, there are often parents who like to give their children names ending in 'lada' Name. Because in the ancient language, 'lada' means god's favor. Of course there are others..."
Bernice listened carefully, suddenly she was curious about the meaning of the other party's name in ancient mermaid language.
"Speaking of which, the name Bernice should also come from the language of plankton, right? Do you still remember the meaning of your name?" he asked.
This question brought Bernice back to her distant childhood, and she was stunned for a while, unable to answer.
Memory is a very fragile thing. Once it is covered with thick dust accumulated after the death of time, it will be gradually emptied into nothingness.
She struggled to think back, and after a long time, she finally remembered her mother's already blurred appearance, and some specious voices left behind: "Children who come in spring."
This was the meaning of the name "Berness" in her most instinctive language, which she had almost forgotten.
"A child from spring." Thiago repeated softly, as if cherishing a gem that was about to melt, "This name is so beautiful, it matches you very well."
beautiful, match?
She was trembling as if being pricked by a needle, before she had time to think about it, she blurted out: "Then what's your name?"
If she remembers correctly, the name Thiago is different from any of the naming customs he just mentioned.
"Life and death," he replied.
For a moment, after hearing the other party's explanation, Bernice's first thought was:
It's really like a god's name.
But then she realized that there was no need to look like him, he was.
Knocking on the half-hidden door in front of her, the first thing Bernice noticed was a slender silhouette imprinted just in front of her toes.
Looking up from the source of the shadow, she saw Thiago sitting by the French window facing her sideways.A large patch of sunshine after the rain enveloped him, winding his long hair into a flowing and dazzling brilliance, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with tiny bits of brightness.
Gabriel's voice was coming from the faintly shining sound-transmitting seashells on the table, and he reported the abnormal situation in the nearby sea area: "...the progress of human search and rescue has not yet covered here, and all the people who come here are just Some media want to be the first to report the disaster. So it is still under control, please give me instructions."
"Since so many people have come here in groups, it is likely that what happened in this sea area has spread to the human network, and you have to work hard to deal with it at the same time." Thiago said, tilting his head Smiling softly at Bernice, he pointed to the food that had been prepared for her in advance, and then said, "Transfer the mutants and the remains you found to the shore. We will come over in a while."
remains?
Bernice bit the fresh oyster in her hand and raised her head. The first thing she thought of was the human casualties caused by mutants.But then, she felt that something was wrong. After all, this kind of thing had already happened more than once or twice, and the security department already had a perfect response method. It was unreasonable to need Thiago to intervene in person.
Soon, her suspicions were confirmed.
After carefully inspecting the broken human remains salvaged by the guards, Bernice came to a conclusion: "They are all deeply impregnated and transformed by magic power, and they look like containers used to hold something. "
As she spoke, she frowned and looked at all the wreckage. At the same time, she quickly thought about what kind of spell would need a human body as a container.
As the sun continued to be exposed to the sun, the gradually rising temperature began to dry out the salvaged wreckage, and at the same time let them collectively exude an unbearable strong rancid smell.
Bernice was quite used to the smell of carrion corpses, but when she found a flying fish with only half of its body in the abdominal cavity of one of the relatively complete remains, she still felt very nauseous.
She felt that she might never be able to escape the shadow of the flying fish in her life.
Throwing away the fish carcass in her hand, she stood up, intending to find out as many wrecks as possible.
This is not an easy task.Especially the further forward, the higher the degree of corruption of the bones salvaged by the guards. Some are even just fragments of torsos or limbs. It is really impossible to determine how many people there are.
But judging from the ones that can be clearly identified, at least there are no less than thirty.It seems that this demon, who magically made humans into containers, has been in the New World for at least a few years.
Thiago apparently spotted this too, and turned to the Archangel and asked, "Are all of these found in the same place?"
"Yes. We also found this place following this group of mutants who were robbing food. It seems that the storm surge a few days ago destroyed this originally hidden hiding place." Gabriel replied.
"Then maybe there are other wreckages that haven't been found." Bernice suggested after thinking for a while, "How about I go down and have a look?"
Thiago shook his head and explained calmly: "If there are any more, they will only be victims who are more difficult to identify and have been soaked in the seabed for several years or even longer. It is impossible to find them again. It's not worth much. We'd better ascertain the identities of these corpses as soon as possible, and try to find out the law of the other party's hunting. At least for now, we can confirm that it was caused by the creatures of the original world. After everything is almost handled, Then pass the news to the human police."
"As ordered."
"Can I take some wrecks back for research?" Bernice said, pointing to the corpse that was closest to her and looked relatively fresh, "This kind of curse that turns people into containers is not Not very common. If I can figure out which one it is, it should help identify the specific ethnicity of the targeted criminal as soon as possible."
"Okay. Come to me anytime you want."
It was as if she was the one directing the deployment.As long as a word, you can call the other party over at any time.
Bernice agreed as naturally as possible, and saw a few angels on the side staring at her in unison, their faces full of indescribable weirdness.
To a certain extent, she actually understood them quite well, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief.It seems that Silvedu and Gabriel did not tell what they saw that day, otherwise she would not have seen such a familiar and friendly expression of disgust.
Back to her undersea hut with a few carefully cut human bones and residual carrion tissue, the sea tribe who saw her along the way still maintained the habit of avoiding her.Only occasionally a few more courageous killer whales would gather together, looking at her from time to time, discussing in a low voice the strange thing about being favored by a demon at the God's Birthday celebration last time.
There are also some clownfish and lobsters who will hide in the coral, looking at the musculoskeletal fragments in her hands with curiosity and fear, and shiveringly guess how much they will eat in a meal as a demon The same race will feel full.
In short, business as usual.
Bernice slid briskly into the hut and threw the human remains into the stone furnace she usually used to make potions.The emerald green magic power turned into flames and swirled away, enveloping them all, and the sound of crackling explosions followed.
Finding the residual magic power reaction from the rotting bones, and then using these subtle clues to separate the magic spell that was once applied is a very complicated thing that requires extreme patience.
After several hours of careful analysis, Bernice can basically determine the effect of this special spell and the age range of the caster.
She put away the seething and flickering green flames of the stone hearth, and slid out of the window to swim to Thiago's dwelling under the sea.
It is still the luxurious palace like ice sculpture, shining slightly in the dark sea water, like a moon falling into the bottom of the sea, the light and soft silver halo spreads out layer by layer, like a tulle Covering every inch of the surrounding waters, it is hazy and quiet.
I just came to the door, and I haven't had time to knock on the door.The Sea God Totem on the gate turned around first, as if it was automatically sizing up the comer.
Immediately afterwards, the door opened inward with the flow of water.Surrounded by sea water, Bernice pushed into the hall, and saw Thiago lying quietly with his eyes closed on a couch made of white whale bones and lush sea vines, seemingly resting.
This is embarrassing.She scratched at her hair that was blown by the water, she didn't expect that she came so unluckily.
But yes, it's late at night.Moreover, during the days of the storm, Thiago often left to deal with other emergencies, and then came back to talk and teach with her. She didn't close her eyes at all. She should come back tomorrow morning.
Thinking of this, Bernice was about to turn around and leave quietly, but her eyes accidentally brushed the slender fishtail with ice blue scales on the other side, and suddenly her heart moved.
Now that he is asleep, can she try to see if he really has the mark in her dream on his back?
However, in the next second, she immediately shook her head and vetoed this idea of courting death, but she still hesitated in her heart.
After all, that dream...was so real that she had to wonder if it was real.
Although she thought it was impossible no matter how she thought about it, she still didn't remember that she almost killed Tiago before, maybe what happened in that dream...
No no no no no no this kind of stuff could definitely be true.Bernice rubbed her face with a headache, and stared at the unaware mermaid in front of her with a complicated expression.
Wanna give it a try?The other party is now only wearing a thin white top, with a blue smooth gemstone embedded in the neck strap, which looks easy to take off.
As long as she moves lightly, she may be able to read it without anyone noticing, and then put it back on for the other party intact.After all, Bernice can be said to be very experienced and professional in this kind of sneaky stealing from other people's coats or even close-fitting clothes.
but……
She turned her attention back to Tiago's beautiful face, which was extraordinarily harmless because of her deep sleep, feeling a bit at a loss.
Or forget it.
Anyway, it's all about the past, so it doesn't matter if it's not real... It's weird! ! !
If it were changed, anyone would mind! ! !
Bernice bit her thumbtip impatiently, neither could she convince herself that the dream had never happened, nor could she really make up her mind to take off the other person's clothes for inspection.
What if he wakes up?
It might as well let her die.
But even if he didn't, what if he really had that mark on his back, which proved that his dream was indeed true?
Bernice suddenly felt a little unimaginable.
Best-case scenario, Thiago didn't wake up, and she didn't see the mark.It meant that it was all just her dream.
But if this is the case, why would she have such a dream?Could it be that she subconsciously...
Too many unanswered questions filled Bernice's mind in a mess.
Suddenly, even she didn't know whether she wanted to see that mark or not.Or, why do you care so much about that ridiculous dream.
However, after Bernice came back to her senses, she realized that she had reached out and touched the blue gemstone on the neckline of the other party.With just a slight tug, she can untie Thiago's clothes.
By coincidence, Bernice held her breath subconsciously, while staring at the other person's face with tense nerves, for fear that he would wake up suddenly, while carefully controlling the strength on her fingers, she untied the belt bit by bit , pinch the edge of the neckline and gently and slowly fade down, revealing the white skin under the cover.
The blond sea god in front of her was still sleeping peacefully, but Bernice felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, messy and irregular.
I don't know if it's too late for me to join the religion and believe in the God of Light?
After all, it is impossible to defeat the opponent by oneself, so the only way to defeat the gods is to use the gods.
Please bless the great God of Light, don't let your brother of the same origin suddenly wake up at this time.
The God of Light is above the God of Light is above the God of Light...
Bernice was thinking in a mess, while slowly getting up and bending over, looking over the other person's front to see if there was really that mark on his back.
In the next second, a hand wrapped around her waist abruptly, and the fish tail flexibly parted her legs. The cold and smooth scales grazed the skin, causing a clear sense of trembling to the top of her head.
As the world spun, countless transparent water bubbles rose and swam away, and a large piece of platinum long hair as bright as the sun floated in front of Bernice, followed by those familiar blue eyes.
At that moment, she felt that the faith she had just established in the God of Light was completely dead.
"What are you looking for?" Tiago asked, his hair was pulled by the water and he stroked Bernice's face over and over again. The clothes were loose at the shoulders, and he could see everything from the collarbone to the waist and abdomen.
"I...I'm looking for you..." Bernice forced herself to lick her tongue and replied, "Tell me about the fact that those humans were once made into containers during their lifetime. I know what spell caused it. And until they died , this curse has been on them for one to two years."
"I see."
Thiago didn't mean to let go of her at all, but asked again: "But this is not what I want to ask."
"What are you looking for?"
Bernice opened her mouth and heard him continue: "You don't need to say it, but don't lie to me."
With a short sentence, she blocked all the excuses she had just organized, and her heart was heavy with boredom.
"I..." She tried several times before finally answering, "For the time being, I don't really want to talk about it."
Because it was too embarrassing, and she was suddenly a little afraid of facing the result.
After a brief silence for a few seconds, Thiago finally just sighed softly: "Okay. Then I won't ask."
It was obviously not the first time that he saw such a lonely expression on his face, but for some reason, it was the first time that Bernice felt guilt, anxiety, and even something else so clearly, trying to comfort him. The opponent's impulse.
So when Tiago stroked the hair on her lips and lowered his head to tentatively kiss her, Bernice didn't cower away immediately, but inexplicably let the other party's actions go.
Like the softness of snowflakes falling on the branches, the intimacy is unsettling, the breath and smell of the other party are all within the five senses, and even when you raise your hand, the hair that is entangled between your fingers is not your own hair.
In a daze, she heard Thiago say softly: "Sathiya."
She wanted to ask the meaning of this sentence, but the other party grabbed her tongue and gently shattered all attempts.
Sathiya, dear.
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Soon, she realized it was the light.
Different from the dark clouds and the chaos and oppression that filled the city with the wind and rain a few days ago, when she opened her eyes this morning, what first flooded into her sight was a soft and clear light.
The summer sunshine, which had disappeared for three days, finally bloomed on her fingertips again on the fourth morning after the storm surge gradually subsided.
Although I didn't go out to check on the spot, but through the news conveyed by the security office in the past few days, Bernice knew that the disaster caused by this storm surge was very serious, and the coastal area of the entire human city had completely become a mess. ruins.Moreover, due to the influence of weather and tides, the rescue operation has been unable to start.
After simply tying up her messy black hair and washing, she left her room and went to the third floor.
This is the one and only thing she can do every day since the appearance of the storm surge—stay in the same room with Tiago, read a book, chat,? and then be silent with each other.
Of course, apart from the silence and the absence of Tiago, most of the time, Bernice was actually listening to him explaining various difficult and obscure concepts and knowledge in those ancient books to herself in detail.After all, she would never guess what ethnic group the next book she took out would be written in, or how long ago the ancient text would record it.
It's like she can never guess how many languages Thiago can understand, and how much she knows about each of them.
Even many times, when Bernice listened to the other party's detailed explanation, she couldn't help but think about "this fish will double its age next year and it will not be as old as me, but what it knows is so profound and comprehensive that it's terrifying. What's wrong with this?"
Probably because she saw her doubts about Mo Sheng,? Thiago comforted him very considerately after a lecture on how the goblins split from the underground kingdom today: "These are just past history, and It all happened on land, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t know about it. If you are not interested in these things, there are still many things about the Abyss Sea God Realm and the Huanqiong God Realm here, all of which are customs, interesting festivals and rumor records.”
Out of respect for the other party, Bernice chose the former, but soon discovered that the books she chose were all recorded in the ancient mermaid language.
Fortunately, since I was a child, I was instilled with the concept of "you are a piece of trash that no one wants", otherwise, if someone else faced the series of blows she is encountering now, she might not be able to face it like her. Change color.
Thinking of this, Bernice was holding her breath and was about to close the book back, pretending that she had never read the contents inside.Thiago offered to propose: "Actually, a lot of my books here are recorded in ancient languages, especially about Yuanhai Shenyu and various sea tribes. If you are interested, I can take you to understand this language together. , so that you can also freely read as many books as you are interested in.”
To be honest, Bernice had little interest in learning a new language, especially that of a mermaid.But when she thought that there were so many ancient books here, and quite a few of them were related to the Sea Clan, and there might even be records about Sea Witches, she quickly nodded: "Thank you."
"Don't tell me this." Thiago smiled slightly, got up and found a replica copy of the ancient mermaid language from many books.
It turns out that learning a foreign language is difficult, especially the ancient language of the mermaids.Probably because of the natural racial differences, Bernice found that she could not pronounce some basic tones of the language.
After several unsuccessful attempts, she basically gave up. Anyway, for her, as long as she can understand, she has achieved her goal, and she doesn't have to be able to speak out.But Thiago is still very patient and gentle, teaching her over and over again how to control the coordination of the tip of the tongue and the breath, so that she can make those difficult tones correctly and clearly.
There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful language. With the mermaid's clear and melodious voice, every sentence sounds very rhythmic, like flowers blooming on her eardrums, shaking off the subtle tremors and heartbeats. as one.
Bernice bit the bullet and repeated with him, but felt that she still couldn't find the tune no matter how hard she tried, so she could only scratch her hair and said with some embarrassment: "It seems that I really don't have the talent to learn them, I'd better listen to you It’s better to say it. I believe it will make our ears a lot easier.”
Obviously he was saying that he didn't want to learn these syllables anymore, but the words he said were respectful and tactful, as if he was afraid of offending himself.Thiago realized her thoughts, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his faint smile remained on his lips, but he didn't look as happy as before.
After two seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand and turned the pages of the book to the back, sighing and speaking a short ancient language.
The tone of this sentence is not difficult, and it has nothing to do with the few tones that suffocated the demon just now.Therefore, Bernice followed the other party almost subconsciously and read out:
"sathiya."
She didn't know the meaning of this phrase, she could only feel it from the tone, and thought its pronunciation sounded very gentle, with a long and lingering coda.However, Thiago immediately raised his head the moment he heard her speak, and a kind of joy that she couldn't understand suddenly appeared in the blue eyes, so clear and bright that it almost burned her sight.
Is it because I finally got it right?Bernice looked away guiltily, and at the same time felt uncertain about her guess.
It's just a phrase that I read correctly, but it's not that...
So what does that phrase mean?
She was about to ask, but Tiago first spoke to affirm her performance of reading just now: "You read very well just now, it seems that you have to re-evaluate your own ability to learn languages. In my opinion, you Much better than you can imagine, Bernice."
Is that right?
She suddenly felt uneasy.
Compliments had never been a foreign thing to Bernice.But in retrospect, it seems that most of the compliments I have received come from Thiago.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help pursing her lips, but there was something inexplicably happy in her heart.Straight after strand, it rises lightly and cheerfully, so clear that it cannot be ignored.
"Sathiya, try to read it again." He was persuasive, with his slender and white fingers touching each other, looking no different from those tutors who were concentrating on teaching their students.
"Sathiya." Bernice repeated obediently, blinking her beautiful pale green eyes, trying to make her pronunciation closer to the other party.
Maybe it was because of the encouragement just now, maybe it was because of something else.In short, to some very secret degree, she was actually a little...not really wanting to disappoint the other party.
"Very good, Sathiya." Thiago laughed again, every subtle expression was so sincere and soft, and the tone of his words was even more smooth and natural, as if he had repeated it thousands of times.
"Sathiya." She continued to repeat.
In a trance, Bernice had the illusion that she seemed to be confused by the other party's smile and demeanor, so she could only foolishly repeat obediently over and over again.
Unfortunately, at the end, she still didn't think to ask the meaning of this phrase.But after the practice, I heard Thiago mention some default customs of naming mermaids and the meaning of common names.
"Even though the current mermaid language is clearly different from the ancient language, each mermaid's name still comes from the ancient language. For example, there are often parents who like to give their children names ending in 'lada' Name. Because in the ancient language, 'lada' means god's favor. Of course there are others..."
Bernice listened carefully, suddenly she was curious about the meaning of the other party's name in ancient mermaid language.
"Speaking of which, the name Bernice should also come from the language of plankton, right? Do you still remember the meaning of your name?" he asked.
This question brought Bernice back to her distant childhood, and she was stunned for a while, unable to answer.
Memory is a very fragile thing. Once it is covered with thick dust accumulated after the death of time, it will be gradually emptied into nothingness.
She struggled to think back, and after a long time, she finally remembered her mother's already blurred appearance, and some specious voices left behind: "Children who come in spring."
This was the meaning of the name "Berness" in her most instinctive language, which she had almost forgotten.
"A child from spring." Thiago repeated softly, as if cherishing a gem that was about to melt, "This name is so beautiful, it matches you very well."
beautiful, match?
She was trembling as if being pricked by a needle, before she had time to think about it, she blurted out: "Then what's your name?"
If she remembers correctly, the name Thiago is different from any of the naming customs he just mentioned.
"Life and death," he replied.
For a moment, after hearing the other party's explanation, Bernice's first thought was:
It's really like a god's name.
But then she realized that there was no need to look like him, he was.
Knocking on the half-hidden door in front of her, the first thing Bernice noticed was a slender silhouette imprinted just in front of her toes.
Looking up from the source of the shadow, she saw Thiago sitting by the French window facing her sideways.A large patch of sunshine after the rain enveloped him, winding his long hair into a flowing and dazzling brilliance, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with tiny bits of brightness.
Gabriel's voice was coming from the faintly shining sound-transmitting seashells on the table, and he reported the abnormal situation in the nearby sea area: "...the progress of human search and rescue has not yet covered here, and all the people who come here are just Some media want to be the first to report the disaster. So it is still under control, please give me instructions."
"Since so many people have come here in groups, it is likely that what happened in this sea area has spread to the human network, and you have to work hard to deal with it at the same time." Thiago said, tilting his head Smiling softly at Bernice, he pointed to the food that had been prepared for her in advance, and then said, "Transfer the mutants and the remains you found to the shore. We will come over in a while."
remains?
Bernice bit the fresh oyster in her hand and raised her head. The first thing she thought of was the human casualties caused by mutants.But then, she felt that something was wrong. After all, this kind of thing had already happened more than once or twice, and the security department already had a perfect response method. It was unreasonable to need Thiago to intervene in person.
Soon, her suspicions were confirmed.
After carefully inspecting the broken human remains salvaged by the guards, Bernice came to a conclusion: "They are all deeply impregnated and transformed by magic power, and they look like containers used to hold something. "
As she spoke, she frowned and looked at all the wreckage. At the same time, she quickly thought about what kind of spell would need a human body as a container.
As the sun continued to be exposed to the sun, the gradually rising temperature began to dry out the salvaged wreckage, and at the same time let them collectively exude an unbearable strong rancid smell.
Bernice was quite used to the smell of carrion corpses, but when she found a flying fish with only half of its body in the abdominal cavity of one of the relatively complete remains, she still felt very nauseous.
She felt that she might never be able to escape the shadow of the flying fish in her life.
Throwing away the fish carcass in her hand, she stood up, intending to find out as many wrecks as possible.
This is not an easy task.Especially the further forward, the higher the degree of corruption of the bones salvaged by the guards. Some are even just fragments of torsos or limbs. It is really impossible to determine how many people there are.
But judging from the ones that can be clearly identified, at least there are no less than thirty.It seems that this demon, who magically made humans into containers, has been in the New World for at least a few years.
Thiago apparently spotted this too, and turned to the Archangel and asked, "Are all of these found in the same place?"
"Yes. We also found this place following this group of mutants who were robbing food. It seems that the storm surge a few days ago destroyed this originally hidden hiding place." Gabriel replied.
"Then maybe there are other wreckages that haven't been found." Bernice suggested after thinking for a while, "How about I go down and have a look?"
Thiago shook his head and explained calmly: "If there are any more, they will only be victims who are more difficult to identify and have been soaked in the seabed for several years or even longer. It is impossible to find them again. It's not worth much. We'd better ascertain the identities of these corpses as soon as possible, and try to find out the law of the other party's hunting. At least for now, we can confirm that it was caused by the creatures of the original world. After everything is almost handled, Then pass the news to the human police."
"As ordered."
"Can I take some wrecks back for research?" Bernice said, pointing to the corpse that was closest to her and looked relatively fresh, "This kind of curse that turns people into containers is not Not very common. If I can figure out which one it is, it should help identify the specific ethnicity of the targeted criminal as soon as possible."
"Okay. Come to me anytime you want."
It was as if she was the one directing the deployment.As long as a word, you can call the other party over at any time.
Bernice agreed as naturally as possible, and saw a few angels on the side staring at her in unison, their faces full of indescribable weirdness.
To a certain extent, she actually understood them quite well, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief.It seems that Silvedu and Gabriel did not tell what they saw that day, otherwise she would not have seen such a familiar and friendly expression of disgust.
Back to her undersea hut with a few carefully cut human bones and residual carrion tissue, the sea tribe who saw her along the way still maintained the habit of avoiding her.Only occasionally a few more courageous killer whales would gather together, looking at her from time to time, discussing in a low voice the strange thing about being favored by a demon at the God's Birthday celebration last time.
There are also some clownfish and lobsters who will hide in the coral, looking at the musculoskeletal fragments in her hands with curiosity and fear, and shiveringly guess how much they will eat in a meal as a demon The same race will feel full.
In short, business as usual.
Bernice slid briskly into the hut and threw the human remains into the stone furnace she usually used to make potions.The emerald green magic power turned into flames and swirled away, enveloping them all, and the sound of crackling explosions followed.
Finding the residual magic power reaction from the rotting bones, and then using these subtle clues to separate the magic spell that was once applied is a very complicated thing that requires extreme patience.
After several hours of careful analysis, Bernice can basically determine the effect of this special spell and the age range of the caster.
She put away the seething and flickering green flames of the stone hearth, and slid out of the window to swim to Thiago's dwelling under the sea.
It is still the luxurious palace like ice sculpture, shining slightly in the dark sea water, like a moon falling into the bottom of the sea, the light and soft silver halo spreads out layer by layer, like a tulle Covering every inch of the surrounding waters, it is hazy and quiet.
I just came to the door, and I haven't had time to knock on the door.The Sea God Totem on the gate turned around first, as if it was automatically sizing up the comer.
Immediately afterwards, the door opened inward with the flow of water.Surrounded by sea water, Bernice pushed into the hall, and saw Thiago lying quietly with his eyes closed on a couch made of white whale bones and lush sea vines, seemingly resting.
This is embarrassing.She scratched at her hair that was blown by the water, she didn't expect that she came so unluckily.
But yes, it's late at night.Moreover, during the days of the storm, Thiago often left to deal with other emergencies, and then came back to talk and teach with her. She didn't close her eyes at all. She should come back tomorrow morning.
Thinking of this, Bernice was about to turn around and leave quietly, but her eyes accidentally brushed the slender fishtail with ice blue scales on the other side, and suddenly her heart moved.
Now that he is asleep, can she try to see if he really has the mark in her dream on his back?
However, in the next second, she immediately shook her head and vetoed this idea of courting death, but she still hesitated in her heart.
After all, that dream...was so real that she had to wonder if it was real.
Although she thought it was impossible no matter how she thought about it, she still didn't remember that she almost killed Tiago before, maybe what happened in that dream...
No no no no no no this kind of stuff could definitely be true.Bernice rubbed her face with a headache, and stared at the unaware mermaid in front of her with a complicated expression.
Wanna give it a try?The other party is now only wearing a thin white top, with a blue smooth gemstone embedded in the neck strap, which looks easy to take off.
As long as she moves lightly, she may be able to read it without anyone noticing, and then put it back on for the other party intact.After all, Bernice can be said to be very experienced and professional in this kind of sneaky stealing from other people's coats or even close-fitting clothes.
but……
She turned her attention back to Tiago's beautiful face, which was extraordinarily harmless because of her deep sleep, feeling a bit at a loss.
Or forget it.
Anyway, it's all about the past, so it doesn't matter if it's not real... It's weird! ! !
If it were changed, anyone would mind! ! !
Bernice bit her thumbtip impatiently, neither could she convince herself that the dream had never happened, nor could she really make up her mind to take off the other person's clothes for inspection.
What if he wakes up?
It might as well let her die.
But even if he didn't, what if he really had that mark on his back, which proved that his dream was indeed true?
Bernice suddenly felt a little unimaginable.
Best-case scenario, Thiago didn't wake up, and she didn't see the mark.It meant that it was all just her dream.
But if this is the case, why would she have such a dream?Could it be that she subconsciously...
Too many unanswered questions filled Bernice's mind in a mess.
Suddenly, even she didn't know whether she wanted to see that mark or not.Or, why do you care so much about that ridiculous dream.
However, after Bernice came back to her senses, she realized that she had reached out and touched the blue gemstone on the neckline of the other party.With just a slight tug, she can untie Thiago's clothes.
By coincidence, Bernice held her breath subconsciously, while staring at the other person's face with tense nerves, for fear that he would wake up suddenly, while carefully controlling the strength on her fingers, she untied the belt bit by bit , pinch the edge of the neckline and gently and slowly fade down, revealing the white skin under the cover.
The blond sea god in front of her was still sleeping peacefully, but Bernice felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, messy and irregular.
I don't know if it's too late for me to join the religion and believe in the God of Light?
After all, it is impossible to defeat the opponent by oneself, so the only way to defeat the gods is to use the gods.
Please bless the great God of Light, don't let your brother of the same origin suddenly wake up at this time.
The God of Light is above the God of Light is above the God of Light...
Bernice was thinking in a mess, while slowly getting up and bending over, looking over the other person's front to see if there was really that mark on his back.
In the next second, a hand wrapped around her waist abruptly, and the fish tail flexibly parted her legs. The cold and smooth scales grazed the skin, causing a clear sense of trembling to the top of her head.
As the world spun, countless transparent water bubbles rose and swam away, and a large piece of platinum long hair as bright as the sun floated in front of Bernice, followed by those familiar blue eyes.
At that moment, she felt that the faith she had just established in the God of Light was completely dead.
"What are you looking for?" Tiago asked, his hair was pulled by the water and he stroked Bernice's face over and over again. The clothes were loose at the shoulders, and he could see everything from the collarbone to the waist and abdomen.
"I...I'm looking for you..." Bernice forced herself to lick her tongue and replied, "Tell me about the fact that those humans were once made into containers during their lifetime. I know what spell caused it. And until they died , this curse has been on them for one to two years."
"I see."
Thiago didn't mean to let go of her at all, but asked again: "But this is not what I want to ask."
"What are you looking for?"
Bernice opened her mouth and heard him continue: "You don't need to say it, but don't lie to me."
With a short sentence, she blocked all the excuses she had just organized, and her heart was heavy with boredom.
"I..." She tried several times before finally answering, "For the time being, I don't really want to talk about it."
Because it was too embarrassing, and she was suddenly a little afraid of facing the result.
After a brief silence for a few seconds, Thiago finally just sighed softly: "Okay. Then I won't ask."
It was obviously not the first time that he saw such a lonely expression on his face, but for some reason, it was the first time that Bernice felt guilt, anxiety, and even something else so clearly, trying to comfort him. The opponent's impulse.
So when Tiago stroked the hair on her lips and lowered his head to tentatively kiss her, Bernice didn't cower away immediately, but inexplicably let the other party's actions go.
Like the softness of snowflakes falling on the branches, the intimacy is unsettling, the breath and smell of the other party are all within the five senses, and even when you raise your hand, the hair that is entangled between your fingers is not your own hair.
In a daze, she heard Thiago say softly: "Sathiya."
She wanted to ask the meaning of this sentence, but the other party grabbed her tongue and gently shattered all attempts.
Sathiya, dear.
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