I was actually going to follow old Kru back to camp, but seeing as he hadn't the slightest intention of waiting for me, I had to keep my mouth shut as I was just about to open it. After all, he was destined to be very busy this night and I couldn't be of much help to him in my present state. I thought maybe my tent and Kurtz's hadn't been collapsed by those dreadful dwarven warriors, otherwise I would have had to get into my sleeping bag and sleep in the open field for the night.
The two curved moons shed snowy light in the night sky, covering the whole valley with a layer of white frost, and the night breeze blew through with the smell of blood, making it especially cold. I was resting on the cold, wet mountain wall, my thoughts were like a tidal wave, my mind kept going back to stabbing that dwarf bandit in the back with a dagger of poisoned wolf's teeth, and him turning around and grabbing me and throwing me out like a chicken. The coldness of the dark night overwhelmed me like a drowning man who had fallen into a lake and was struggling to breathe, wanting to breathe but not daring to.
The two women in front of me were turning out the slightly valuable items from the corpses of the dwarves not far away, the spoils of war that belonged to us, the right of the victor. The dozen or so cold dwarven bodies lying not far away belonged to Viru and his adventuring group, only the other two belonged to Kuz and I. The little faggot girl, as if she had never touched these before, covered her face with one hand and reached out with the other to tug at the metal necklace around the dwarven warrior's neck, wrinkling her nose slightly, as if reluctantly. The dwarf's corpse was already cold and hard, and the heavy armour was too heavy for her to remove. He weighed them in his hands and tossed them onto the pile of loot. Dwarven bandits usually liked to hide most of their gold and silver type possessions in caves, leaving only a small amount to be carried around in their money pouches, never a lot.
"What's wrong with him, I think he's a bit off!"
I heard Little Chai Nui crouch down beside me to talk to Sister Koko before I opened my eyes to see a worried look on her pretty white face. I knew how miserable I must look now, but I didn't know why I just felt so scared and shaky, and all I could think of was how hideous that dwarven warrior looked when I lost it.
That's when the figure of Sister Koko appeared in my vision, she stood in front of me leaning down and touching my forehead with her warm hand, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead and thinking for a moment before asking Little Shiba Nui uncertainly, "Would you have been like that when you killed the first one?"
Little Shiba Nui shook her head incomprehensibly and simply said, "I've never killed anyone, I don't know!"
"Hey! There are two more over here! Carry them away and bury them, and the armour on them is yours!" Sister Gogo turned and said loudly to the men running to carry the bodies in the distance.
"Yes, Sir Wizard." Someone there replied respectfully.
Sister Gogo gave Little Chai Nui a serious look, then physically took me in her arms and said to Little Chai Nui, "I was worse than him after I killed someone for the first time, and I almost spat out my bile. You come and help me hold his injured hand up, yes, just put it on him like that. Otherwise it might get congested and swollen if it stays hanging like that?"
"And how did you pull through?" Little Chai Nui asked curiously as she followed Koko, then went on to add, "He's actually quite strong in recovery."
"Yeah, that beast sorcerer is indeed very powerful, Jia's injuries healed very quickly." Sister Gogo obviously didn't understand the meaning of Little Chai Nui's words.
Little Chai Nui didn't say any more either, she just looked at Sister Gogo and waited for her answer.
Sister Gogo walked very carefully for fear of hurting me again, and then continued to chat with Little Chai Nui: "How do you think I got through that time? It's not a big deal. After a while, I figured it out and overcame the shadows and fears in my heart, I would naturally get better. But I had a little bit of alcohol, and for a week or so after that I was pretty much hungover all day, and it made me feel better."
"But he's still little." The little faggot girl said quietly and I said to myself I'm so much older than you just you don't know it.
I struggled helplessly in Sister Gogo's arms for a moment and Sister Gogo glared at me, "Be honest, aren't you hurt enough?"
"In fact, many students at the Warrior Academy will put their first killings during their military service, because there will be psychologists in the barracks for psychological counseling in this area, and many boys will also go to bars to find help. The girls would just get it out once and for all. There are also many alternative methods, which are nothing more than numbing nerves and venting psychological stress ...," Sister Gogo said with the little Chai girl beside her about what happens in the barracks.
"But he's still young." I'm not sure what I'm talking about," she said quietly.
I gradually lost track of what they were saying. The feeling of being held by Sister Gogo made me warm, the cold feeling that wrapped around my whole body like a lake was melted by her warm breasts, and the sleepiness took me into the endless darkness.
... beautiful divider ...
I had a strange dream, in a space of light, I saw all the people I knew floating in my mental sea, they were all going through the fragments of memories in the golden waters, they saw my past, I was nailed to the stake as a heretic, the flames could not kill me, my anti-magic and bloodline talent "blue flame My anti-magic and bloodline talent "Blue Flame" resisted the flames, and "Self-Healing" repaired my charred body under the flames as I hung on the stake, wailing in pain.
I was awakened by my own dream, the long sealed story was playing out in my mind like a movie, and it was only when someone called my name that I opened my heavy eyelids in a daze, a glint of warm sunlight shining through the crystal window onto the wall, and Singh's delicate face appeared in front of me, calling my name with concern: " Ka, wake up, wake up, are you having a bad dream?"
When I opened my eyes and looked at her with confusion, Singh smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and gave me an affectionate nudge with her forehead, smiling, "You're always sleeping restlessly and shouting all the time, you're scaring Katrina."
I shook my groggy head gently and looked around me to realise that I was actually sleeping in a bunk bed in a bedchamber in a magical caravan, covered in a warm, fragrant quilt, with two bunk beds crammed into the not-so-large room and a few ropes pulled down the narrow aisle between them, with a few pieces of girls' underwear hanging out to dry, swaying gently as the wheels of the caravan slowly turned, except I didn't think the little I didn't really think that the poor fabric would cover anything. The camphor wood cupboard at the head of the bed was painted cream and the walls around it were also cream, the room looked neat and tidy, and the covers on the bed opposite were folded very neatly, making the dormitory, which didn't have too many windows, clean and bright.
The door was thrown open, and the red-haired beauty whom I had inadvertently bumped into on my first visit to the magic caravan came in with a silver tray, and the next time she saw me looking at her with my eyes open, she said to me with a smile on her face, "You're awake! You've slept well for two days."
I looked at Singh suspiciously and saw the same expression on her face before I believed that I had actually slept for two days. I lifted my arm and saw that all the bad scratches on it had healed completely, even the light pink scars had become extremely faint, so it seemed that my body was really fine, and I felt my stomach growl like a drum just as I came back to my senses, making me blush.
Singh smiled gently, her mouth a little too big but sexy. She stretched her long neck to look at the plate in the redhead's hands and asked, "What's for lunch?"
"Oatmeal!" The redhead stepped forward and placed the plate on the bed, looked at me with a smile and asked, "Hungry, little brother!"
I wolfed down the sweet cereal, feeling like it was the most delicious porridge in the world, and the two pretty girls with nothing better to do just watched in awe as I ate seven big bowls of cereal in a row, and just wouldn't let me eat any more. I thought it was Sister Koko who had sent me over or Singh who had taken the liberty of taking me into this magic caravan to nurse my body, but the answer I got was actually Little Chai Girl.
I was a little surprised and said, "Little Chai Nui? You know her well, Sister Singh?"
Singh looked at me strangely and nodded and said, "Eh!"
"Does she work under you?" I asked curiously again, I was going to ask Singh to take care of her and maybe make her life better in the future, but after asking I realised the question was a bit idiotic, how could a young girl who could put me in a caravan to recuperate from my injuries be a slave of low status? When I saw Singh immediately shaking his head and giving me an even stranger look, I finally realised that I had been wrong from the start.
I subconsciously asked Singh, "What does the little faggot girl do in your place?"
"Don't you know?" Singh's mouth dropped open in surprise, and Katrina, who was gossiping, came over to me. Asking me, "Who are you talking about, Ja?"
"I mean who sent me here?" I asked, somewhat sheepishly.
"Wasn't it our seventh girl? Didn't you even go outside the camp that night before you were in danger?"
The image of the little Chai girl in my mind came crashing down, she was actually the Seventh Maiden.
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