The sheepfold needs mending.
What should be done?
Char was very sleepy, lying on a blanket, tossing and turning.
Alicia hung his wool coat outside to dry, then came back and looked down at the sleepy-eyed Shire.
"Are you going to bed?"
"If you want to keep me company, I won't be sleepy." Char opened his eyes wide.
"Fool." Alicia knelt down beside Shire, "You are covered with blood, smelly and dirty, how can I accompany you?"
"So what?"
"I don't know." She lay down beside Shire. "They say you can use your hands, your mouth, your hips, or your thighs, but I don't know how."
"I know. Let me teach you." Graddiu was eager to try.
"Save your breath." Char muttered to himself, "It's disgusting."
"No, you really think I'm interested?" "Do you feel anything special when you see two dogs or two ants mating on the side of the road?"
No matter how the devil made excuses, as soon as it began to speak, the Shire felt that the warm and sweet atmosphere was gone.
"Well, you pervert, since you hate me, I'll leave you alone." Graddiu fell silent.
Feeling much better now, Char turned and studied Alicia's face, which was made up with immature techniques, her lips were red, her eyebrows were beautifully shaped, and her eyes were still simple and innocent.
"Little fool, little fool, why do you look dumber than the others?" Alicia said, puzzled.
"Am I stupid? Char doesn't quite understand.
"The others are very smart, our brothel owner is particularly strong, looks like an inscrutable look, others are afraid of him, dare not approach him, respectful." You, on the other hand, look easy to bully."
"So how do you look good?"
"Just not talking, not saying anything, quiet and cold, as if there is a reason for everything."
Shire pursed his mouth, his eyes calm, and he recalled the state of his encounter with the devil. The candle flickered in the tent, and the light and shadow staggered, and the Shire's eyes became colder and colder.
Alicia shivered. "Ah... Don't do that."
His expression softened again.
"You're not like the others." Alicia curled her lips. "You're like a good person. You'll be good to me. Everyone else wants to hurt me."
"A good person is a good-for-nothing person." Char thought of the past. 'But I would never hurt you, that's true.'
"They say there are two kinds of men." Alicia propped her head on her elbow, "One is a Wolf man, active, decisive, visionary, not dependent on others, and eager to express himself." One is like a dog, passive, slow, short-sighted, obedient, and hidden from the crowd."
"What do you like?"
Alicia rarely showed a shy expression.
"Which do you think you are?" She avoided the subject.
Char leaned in to kiss her, looking for her lips, very soft, the touch is very wonderful, the smell of her let him head, intoxicated and confused
No, it shouldn't, just lost so many friends in the twilight forest, even the master... After such a tragedy, I still have a mind...
"That's normal, stupid." "This is the crisis reproductive effect," Graddiu said, "when an intelligent creature has recently encountered a fatal crisis, the switch is turned on, and your instinct is to tell you that you are dying, so leave genetic information as soon as possible, which is why you are suddenly interested in women." Give me some respect for my biological instincts! Go for it! Send your few milliliters of purpose to the next generation!"
Is that right? Before Char could think, she was back up.
Alisia kissed Charles deeply, but when his hands touched her body, she avoided him.
"I told you, you smell." Alicia tried to avoid it. "If you respect me, don't do this."
Now Char had found that women were unpredictable, and he was so hard now that she told him to give up, it was almost against nature. He felt that if he had been a shameless man, he would have pounced on him now.
He realized he wasn't and decided to lie back down on the blanket.
Char distracted himself with other thoughts, thinking about the devil, the Sanctuary, and the idea that Alicia had put forward.
'Are you angry? Alichia saw that Shire ignored her, so he put his finger around Shire's hair, "Don't be angry." I'll make it up to you."
"Compensation?" Char was still confused, and the next second Alicia kissed him again, and he took her in his arms. Two people, Charles seventeen years old, Alicia may be only sixteen years old, completely two children, inexperienced, completely unaware of the meaning of all intimacy, only as a game, as a means of relaxation.
They are very ridiculous, until later, the Shire found that the original kiss will be tired, thick feeling of sleepiness came to his mind, he fainted and slept past.
Char had an exhausting dream of being chased by monsters, or buried under stones, or falling into an abyss, but when he woke up, he felt that the accumulated fatigue was gone.
The sun shone faintly through the tent on the ground. Alicia lay on top of him and fell asleep, lying on her back, pressing Shire's arms and legs so that he could not get up, and he dared not move for fear of waking her up, so that he could only feel her weight.
Alichia is really light, Shire estimated, may be less than one hundred pounds, the body is very thin, at such a distance, he can now clearly see Alichia's face, she uses makeup to cover up the lack of nutrition brought by the dry skin, see the Shire a distressed.
He had heard love mentioned by many people, by poets in saloons who compared it to the sting of bees, by mercenaries who regarded it as a means of fraud and diversion, by nobles who glorified love, by farmers who did not understand it, and by Etienne who had clearly told him that love was a stumbling block and a murderer of men.
But they all say something about the day when love will be felt, and then it will all be self-evident. All those who had scorned, laughed at, or thought that love would never happen to them, after that day, suddenly saw the light and threw themselves into it.
Char felt that he was the one who felt loved, and he wanted to know more about love.
"It's better to have time to understand physiology and neuroscience. That's where love comes from." "Graddiu said.
A woman's laughter outside the tent woke Alicia.
"Ah - ah -" Alicia yawned, turning over in the shadows and slowly opening her eyes, "it's daytime."
"Good morning." Char said, trying to be friendly.
"You're pressing my hair." Alicia frowned.
Shire quickly got up, and they got up after a little confusion, she was a little disheveled, but did not put the clothes on.
"You like this, don't you?" "Alicia said.
"Yes." Char nodded vigorously. "I can... Touch it?"
"Why should you touch my things?" Alicia swung her head and put on her dress neatly.
"I'll see you again when I get back to the Grey-tree Hall."
"Looking for me?"
"The money is for you first. I want to get you out of the brothel." Charles took five gold coins from his purse and laid them on the little table.
Alicia opened her mouth and looked at the gold coins on the table.
"If... Take your money and I'll really be a whore."
'Why? Shire was surprised.
"Too much. Just a few pieces of silver." Alicia walked to the table with a complicated expression. "You're not a rich person either."
"I like you, and these are for you." Char sometimes just doesn't understand what women are thinking.
"You're a demon hunter, I'm a whore, people like us... Will it be all right?"
"How can it not be good? We'll live the happiest life ever." Shire raised his voice, "We can do many things together that we enjoy." You wait, and when I get to town, I'll take you out of the brothel, and then you won't be a prostitute."
"Then what am I?"
"Of course you're still you." "But you don't feel inferior because of who you are anymore, and we can live a happy life then."
"Fie, there is no end to human suffering," cried Graddius in Charles's heart, "but you will suffer, and be caught again and again in the contradiction between limited power and infinite ambition." She will ask you for jewels, for estates, for titles, for crowns, to keep you on the run, to keep you content, a woman is a magic potion to extinguish ambition, to break the fire of peace. Take my advice, give her up after a few rides and don't get too involved."
"You calm down." Char muttered to himself.
For now, at least, the two naivets had seen eye to eye, leaving him uninterested in the realist preaching of the devil.
"Really? Will we have a good life?" 'said Alicia happily, the gloom leaving her face.' I'll be a good wife. I'll cook for you. I'll clean for you. '
"I have no home, I live in the Hunter's Chapel, and you can move in then, too, which is a very magnificent castle." We'll be there for each other."
"Quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack - quack!"
Alicia blushed as she embraced Char and buried her head in his arms. "Mr. Demon Hunter..."
The laughter outside the tent began again, and this time it was not just one woman, but several.
This can be a little spooky, Char with Alicia pushed the tent out.
"Ah..." He touched his forehead.
'Oh! Alicia was shocked. "How can this be..."
The women in the flower tent laughed at the spectacle of the clothes drying pole.
Shire's wool coat, which had shrunk to two-thirds of its original size after being washed, looked particularly shrivelled. Alicia blushed and hurried over to collect it and toss it to Shire.
"It's clean anyway. Put it on me."
"Thank you so much." 'said Shire.
The mature women gathered around him and laughed at him, and Alicia looked down, blushing, and nudged him. Shrunk coat can only be set to the upper arm position, tight clothes card his front chest against the back, but Shire felt very happy.