People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

A few minutes later, Mona, who understood their situation, nodded.

"So that's it, that's it. I basically understand the situation. I only have one thing to ask."

Looking at the monster in every sense of the word in front of him is a heart-stopping monster.

"What's going on with this monster who doesn't know whether it's a mole or a human?!"

At this time, it is probably because the effect of the medicine is about to enter the final stage. Although the sun in his heart has ended, he has now entered a state that is almost equivalent to a half-orc, and it is estimated that he will gradually change towards a human form.

As for this question, Noelle was also at a loss.

Speaking of it, she didn't know the situation of this mole with terrifying power, but there seemed to be a voice in her heart that wanted to help him.

【Just like he has been helping you before】

Of course Elmes couldn't explain, and he didn't have time to explain.

He continued speaking in a disguised voice.

"Put this kind of small thing aside in advance, and quickly measure the results."

Mona snorted softly when she heard the arrogant tone, then looked up at the ceiling.

"Before that, you first change your attitude of asking for help to respect——"

"I'll give you 50 moras for the divination fee."

"Okay boss, I'll do it now!"

Mona rushed to her laboratory full of energy.

She is a real woman whose state changes quickly.

A few minutes later, looking at the complicated astrological disk in her hand, Mona looked at the nervous two and said.

"Don't worry, they are not life-threatening, but if the time drags on, maybe it will happen. I can't give you the exact position that you can find directly, but if they have a radius of [-] meters around them, I will draw them on the map for you, that is so."

Hearing that Yura and the others were fine, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it turns back to humans after dawn and from the mole form that cannot see the light, finding them in this area is as simple as picking up a pencil that has fallen on the ground.

But he also remembered the words about time, so he had to find it quickly.

However, after calming down, he finally noticed that his body was equivalent to being naked.

Now that you realize it, you must put on your clothes first.

And at this time.

In a cold cave in the snow mountain, a pair of golden pupils slowly opened.

Chapter 281: Those who are used to crying all the time cannot become strong

The rain poured down all over the sky, and black umbrellas bloomed in the rain like flowers.

The pastor invited from the church muttered words that he could no longer remember in a sad and false tone. The surrounding crowd had a variety of faces in the shadows, and the husband of the deceased, her father, held her hand and stood beside her mother. tombstone.

The servants on the side held umbrellas for them respectfully, but she still felt very cold.

Looking at the string of cold names on the tombstone for a long time, the coldness deepened into the bone marrow.

She realized that no matter how hard she searched in the future, she would never see that familiar figure again.

Whether it is the temperature of the palm touching the fingertips, the softness and moistness of the lips kissing the cheeks, and the warm embrace like a cradle, everything has disappeared.

Never, ever, ever feel it again.

A sense of emptiness spreads along with the rain that deprives him of body heat.

Tears kept rolling in the eye sockets, accumulating as if they might burst out at any time.

but--

Before that, a pair of hands simply wiped away the unshed tears.

Her father looked down at her calmly, his face seemed to be the same as usual, this attitude made her feel puzzled.

Why?Why can you keep this calm posture and you won't feel sad?That's your wife.

why don't you cry

In the freezing rain, he spoke.

"Don't shed tears, it's a proof of your inner weakness. When you feel sad, you can choose to shed tears for a while to pretend to be better, but one day, you will meet the sadness that cannot be erased even if you shed tears. Remember Yula, the habit has always been Those who shed tears cannot become strong."

"Listen well, Yura, in this world, only those who know pain like her but can still smile can be considered strong. Go learn to grow up. If you want to become stronger, at least...be stronger than me powerful."

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Yura opened her eyes.

In front of him was a burning fire, and the orange light illuminated the surrounding darkness.

"Are you awake?"

A cold voice came from beside him.

Geralt watched the fire calmly, then looked away at her.

Yura managed to sort out her chaotic thoughts, and it took a while before she spoke.

"Are we... killed?"

Geralt gave her a look, but didn't answer.

The answer is obvious.

Yula touched a big bag on top of her head, but she didn't feel much pain. She looked at a small wet cloth bag on the ground, which seemed to have been ice-packed in a coma.

It's really shameful, I didn't expect to be stunned by the stone.

She stretched out her hand to check if there were other wounds on her body, but suddenly her pupils constricted.

The hands raised from the ground were covered with red blood for some reason, but it was obvious that there were no other wounds on his body except the bag on the top of his head.

"Are you almost awake?"

The cold words came from beside him.

Geralt turned around calmly, tore off the torn clothes behind him and spoke.

"Concentrate and help me with my back injury."

Yura was stunned seeing the miserable state.

Perhaps it was slipped by the sharp rocks beside the cliff when it fell. From the shoulder to the left waist, a long and narrow wound was opened. Although it was sealed by the ice element to stop the bleeding, after a long time, the area around the wound His skin also gradually turned a dangerous purple.

Yura recalled the last embrace of the memory in an instant, and said with a complicated expression.

"You're here to protect me—"

"Stop talking about useless nonsense, you should have learned the minimum suturing skills?"

Yura frowned.

"But there are no needles and threads here, the stitching of the wound should be..."

Geralt turned his head to look at his daughter, and sighed with an inexplicable unpleasant feeling.

"..., what have you practiced outside these past few years? Or was it protected by someone too well...with hair and ice."

It was only then that Yura came to her senses, but she still spoke in an annoyed manner.

"I'm sorry I didn't even know that."

"Well, it's good that you know."

Yura was once again choked by her father's foul mouth.

If it wasn't for her own father, she would really like to say her catchphrase now.

Silently, she pulled out a few strands of hair, made sharp ice needles with ice, and approached the fire to simply deal with them.

After about 15 minutes, the wound was finally sutured reluctantly, and then let professional medical personnel do it after being rescued.

"The stitching of the hair is relatively fragile, so don't make any drastic movements, the tearing of the wound will be very troublesome."

"Unnecessary explanation, I still remind you of this method."

Not understanding the worry in his daughter's words at all, Geralt said cruelly about a straight man with a low EQ.

"Hiss—I should have sewed up your broken mouth together."

Yura nearly vomited blood in anger.

How did my mother fall in love with this straight man with a cold face and a poisonous tongue?

These three faceless and poisonous tongues are comparable to Elmes... Hey, why Elmes?

Yura rubbed her temples.

Could it be that his head was really knocked out of order?Otherwise, how could these two completely different impressions be mixed together.

After doing these things, the atmosphere between the father and daughter returned to a few degrees below zero.

In this small cave under the cliff without saying a word, like two blocks of ice.

Finally, Yura, who was not a real ice cube, couldn't bear it anymore.

"We can't sit here and wait for death. If we want to be rescued, we must take the initiative."

Geralt countered.

"Negative. You don't even know where you are now, and even your weapons were blown away in the avalanche. If you encounter danger, you will be powerless to resist. It is the most appropriate behavior to wait for rescue in place."

Yura looked at his wound and said.

"It's because we are in an extreme and concealed position. If we do nothing, the rescue team will spend a lot more time, and... your situation is very dangerous, and you must perform a second treatment as soon as possible."

A firm light shone in Yura's golden pupils.

"I'm going to check the surrounding environment and check if there are other dangers. You stay where you are and don't move around. This is not an advice, it's an [order]."

She headed off into the icy blizzard.

And Geralt listened to the strong words just now, looked at the back that seemed to have some strength, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised a small arc that could not be seen at all.

It seems that there is no progress at all.

The current time is about 03:30 in the evening. I don't know if we can get rescue before dawn.

Take a break.

Under the warm firelight, he slowly closed his eyes.

Chapter 282: The power that can be easily obtained makes people lose their minds

"Now, do you know why tears are salty?"

The pages of the book on the side kept flipping under the breeze blowing from the window, and the ice-blue wavy long hair on the side moved.

The tall and cold man who was quietly looking at the ancient book turned the pages back to the correct position without raising his head, and said after reading the last paragraph of a certain page.

"Because tears contain salt."

The blue-haired girl sitting across from him said with a smile.

"That's right, you actually knew that, I thought you, the ice cube, wouldn't cry at all."

The young Geralt ignored her strange address, and his indifferent and calm tone seemed to have never changed at any age.

"I really don't have the memory of crying, the answer is just that I happened to see it in a book about miscellaneous learning."

"Wow, there really are people who can't cry! It's terrible, it's terrible, I used to cry a lot, and it's completely different from you."

"Oh."

"Uh-huh, I told you not to respond with a single "Oh, that's not the way to talk to your fiancée."

"Ah."

The blue-haired girl twitched the corners of her mouth speechlessly.