People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Beside the bonfire burning in the dark night, a gleaming silver-white bone whistle was casually thrown over.

Then it was accurately caught by one hand.

Yura looked at her teammate in front of her, and said with some doubts.

"this is......"

"Today is your birthday, right? I made one specially for you. Don't you often brag about it during normal tasks?"

Yula's face froze for a moment, but she wasn't too surprised.

"It was sent out so late, I thought you didn't remember."

"Time doesn't matter, don't underestimate me, I still remember my teammates' birthdays for the time being."

The person beside him snorted softly, and a slightly cold and arrogant voice came through the flames.

Yula spread her hands and looked at the silver-white bone whistle in her hand. The obvious manual traces and the novice's production made it not look exquisite, but the processing of every tiny detail could feel the creator's intentions. The pattern of the sun and the moon is painted on the outside with fluorescent materials, so that the appearance does not look too exaggerated.

However, hard work and the effect of using tools are two different things. For this one, it should be regarded as a souvenir.

But in order to be worthy of her voice actor in Japanese clothes, she still spoke a little arrogantly.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to really dare to give gifts to Lawrence's sinners. Although you are a strange guy, I will simply accept this kind of intention."

However, the guy with an EQ comparable to her father raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands and gave her a strange look.

"Strange guy? It's rare for you to celebrate your birthday, so why can't you put this stubborn self-protection in a more straightforward way? Tsundere elements are almost behind the times. It's okay if you don't express what you want to say. Promising."

Seeing that the tone didn't soften at all, and she didn't hesitate to dissect the idiot teammate in her heart, Yula, who couldn't get past the point of being poked, gritted her teeth angrily and blushed.

"You bastard...I've written down this grudge!"

"Nong, this mantra is the biggest characteristic of your side. After listening to it 89 times, I finally figured it out. What you mean by holding grudges is actually caring. In essence—"

He wanted to chatter, but before that, the angry girl blocked his mouth with the meat steak in his hand.

"That's enough, don't analyze me anymore, how can anyone say such things in front of others, why can't you understand people's hearts better."

The young man swallowed the steak into his belly two or three times, and gave her an OK operation expressionless expression.

"Just kidding~ I understand very well."

"send!"

Unwilling to be suppressed by him like this, Yura puffed her cheeks, raised her bone whistle and hummed softly before speaking.

"You patronize to talk about me, but in fact, you are also a coquettish and arrogant person. You say you don't care, but you have been preparing secretly."

Someone who was counterattacked lived in Bengbu.

Some of the paralyzed faces showed an extremely strange smile with interest.

"Hey, it seems that you want to fight me, so I will give you this chance to show you the gap between my speaking skills and yours!"

"Who is afraid of whom?!"

Now, of course, she can't be cowardly.

5 minutes later—

Yura desperately held back the fist that was about to turn into an attack, bit her lower lip and spoke again.

"Damn it... I have also written down this grudge."

And the young knight who was also seriously injured covered his chest, panting heavily.

"You're not bad, I didn't expect to be able to inflict such heavy damage on me, and I was almost killed by you."

After taking a break, the two stopped playing around.

He swallowed, then turned his face and whispered.

"...happy Birthday."

And Yura was a little caught off guard, so she accidentally bit her tongue while answering.

"Ah, thank--thank you!"

She also turned her face in the opposite direction.

The fair skin can't distinguish the color under the orange fire light.

After a few minutes of embarrassment passed, thinking that he couldn't do this again, he spoke again.

"The bone whistle I gave you, because it's the first time, it's not very well made, and the sound will suddenly become louder when you blow it, so you should use your own at ordinary times, and use it as a talisman."

"......Um."

"but--"

Shrouded in the night sky where the river of stars flowed, the boy who couldn't see his face turned his head and said with a smile.

"If you are in danger in the future, you can try blowing it, maybe it will give me more hope of saving you."

"Come on, you'd better take care of yourself, you didn't even know you were bullied that day..."

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The golden eyes opened dimly.

There was no strength in the body, and neither the hands, feet nor even a finger could move.

The ice-cold water enveloped her whole body, and gravity dragged her body towards a deeper darkness, but she felt it when she was submerged in the liquid.

Something floated up from his breast pocket.

It was a strange bone whistle with tens of thousands of characters carefully carved with a carving knife, which was a bit rough and difficult to use.

In this quiet world.

Even if the whistle is held in its mouth, it will not make a sound.

Even if you make a sound, you won't be heard.

But even so.

Even though the "self" in his consciousness could not be maintained, Yula Lawrence still gently grasped the thing closely connected with the hazy dream with his small lips.

[If you are in danger in the future, you can try blowing it, maybe it will give me more hope of saving you]

Such words echoed in my mind.

Feeling the pain that even numb the tip of her tongue, Yura suddenly smiled.

Summoning the strength that she didn't know where to squeeze out, she lightly raised her hand in the water.

Looking at the still blurred face of that person, I still couldn't tell reality from fantasy.

But in the next second.

That hand was held tightly.

So hot, as if afraid of losing.

Even though there was no sound, words suddenly came from the bottom of my heart.

Delights the heart like sweet honey.

But suddenly there is a kind of empty sadness that wants to cry.

The two emotions mixed together and finally melted into the smile on my face today.

The voice echoed quietly in my heart.

【I'm here to save you】

Chapter 290: Everything is safe

"Afterwards, we hurriedly sent them to the church for treatment. Yura's condition was fine. Mr. Geralt really walked on the verge of life and death, but luckily he managed to get over it with superhuman willpower."

Taking a sip of the slightly bitter coffee in his hand, Elmes said to the blond girl in front of him.

And Ying, who had just asked Xian Dianyi to come back after solving the problem, also drank her red tea and breathed a sigh of relief staring at the dead fish eyes.

"I didn't expect so many things to happen, but... what about Schubert and that man-made man? I heard that Abedo ran over in a hurry after hearing the news."

"Oh, that—"

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"You mean, because of Schubert's influence, you want to stay by my side?"

Geralt, who was sitting in a wheelchair, maintained his usual majestic and cold attitude even though half of his body was mummified.

And the artificial man who changed into Schubert's appearance in front of him nodded and said indifferently.

"Yes, maybe part of his soul has merged into my "self" under the pressure of energy, making me want to stay by your side, but even without this influence, I still want to learn from you. "

"What to learn?"

"Learn what is 'the human mind.'"

Geralt was silent for a few seconds, his golden pupils fixed on him like blades.

Then he didn't know what to think, and he simply said two words.

"can."

"From now on, I, Geralt Lawrence, will supervise and take responsibility for your every move in Mond..."

He turned his head and glanced at the alchemist standing beside them, and said indifferently.

"Mr. Abedo, what's your opinion?"

Abedo nodded calmly, looking at his brother with some confusion.

"It's okay, or... I'm happy to witness. Brother, I hope that one day, you can experience the joy of being born in this world again."

Facing the younger brother who replaced him, Schubert, who already had a deep understanding of this kind of brotherhood, was no longer jealous or resentful, and he nodded indifferently.

"Well, thanks to your good words, if you have time, let's draw together."

"it is good."

Abedo readily accepted.

Then Schubert turned and suddenly bowed deeply to Geralt.

"Mr. Geralt, I'm sorry, but I have an unkind request, could you please listen to it?"

"Go ahead."

Schubert's face suddenly showed a rare and humane uneasy expression, and he paused before finishing his sentence.

"Can I...call you [brother]?"

Not knowing whose influence it was, he subconsciously clenched his palms tightly.

For the first time, I experienced a feeling called tension.

And for this request.

There were slight ups and downs in Geralt's calm gaze, and he remained silent without opening his mouth.

No one knows what color fire is burning in that cold heart.

"...Yes, but I also have one condition."

"What is it?"

Geralt looked him in the eyes and spoke.

"You, after I recover from my injury...try to beat me in painting."

And hearing his words, Schubert's body suddenly trembled, as if penetrating his soul from the inside out, and some kind of emotion gushed out from his heart.

Although he couldn't understand it, he still chose to let the tears fall freely.

"Very happy... my lord brother."