Chapter 15 A cannon fodder attack? Confessions

My name is...... Forget it, it doesn't matter what my name is, after learning about my setting in this novel, my already sad mood is even more uncomfortable, and the title is the same, please call me cannon fodder.

The first time I met him was two years ago, and at first I didn't know he was a man, after all, he had such a delicate face and soft skin. I still remember his seductive figure with his long, wet black hair, albeit a little flat-chested.

I later learned that he had just come ashore and that the ship that had brought him ashore appeared to have been shipwrecked. Yes, he's a merfolk.

When I got home at night, my mind was full of his figure slowly coming up from the sea, against the background of blue-black water, with a cold and broken smell, but fatally attractive.

A lone beauty is very dangerous in the chaotic night of the Luo.

I still regret why I didn't bring him home in the first place.

Well, I did think that at the time, but when I looked at those sharp blue eyes, I was admittedly scared at the same time as I fell in love with a 'woman', and by the time I reacted, he had already left the beach.

This frustration lasted until the next day, when God favored me and I ran into him again.

But the meeting apparently did not make a good impression on him.

A bunch of thugs were teasing him, and I knew them, a bunch of scoundrels who were a headache, but no one dared to provoke them.

Five thugs surrounded him, first verbally flirting, and then moving their hands and feet. He didn't seem to react at first, as if he didn't understand at all.

But when the thugs touched his chest, he looked angry and confused.

I think he probably didn't speak the lingua franca of the continent at that time, which is the fault of all mermaids.

I also knew he was a man at the time.

The thugs had apparently discovered this fact after touching his chest, and I was shocked but slightly relieved that the thugs might be able to let him go.

But what I didn't expect was that those little gangsters became even more excited, and the filthy words made people extremely ashamed.

He was still angry and confused, but through the expressions of the thugs, he clearly understood what was coming.

Even as long as an alley away, I could feel his anger at the time.

He immediately fought back, much more powerful than he had imagined a merfolk.

But even a man in the prime of life can't be the opponent of five scoundrels of warrior quality.

The sea-blue eyes are extremely clear, and the sharp and angry eyes make people want to ravage and destroy even more.

Those five people were completely teasing the little wild cat's attitude, violating him with their eyes and words.

Although he could only receive the looks, he was already extremely irritable, and instead followed the wishes of those scoundrels.

I was so cowardly that I dared to scratch the wall silently outside the alley, even if I went to call someone for help!

And later, after he took out his knife and slashed a scoundrel, I didn't dare to go, because those scoundrels were obviously also provoked, and they took out their weapons one after another, which was no ordinary teasing!

He has good fighting skills, but he doesn't play well because of the mermaid's delicate body.

He's wounded, I've never seen so much blood, and I didn't know that the mermaid's blood was so red.

The wound on his shoulder stuck to his long hair, and his face was covered in splattered blood.

But he doesn't care at all, how can you not care?! Even now, when I think back to the scene, I feel sorry for him.

I don't want to describe the process, except for blood, the deepest impression is his tyrannical sea blue eyes, which are attractive and terrifying.

The result was something I didn't expect at all, he took out five fighters with his physical skills! If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really unbelievable.

But he was also very seriously injured at that time, half of his face was covered in blood, his arms trembled slightly, his steps were floating, and the blood spread along his legs on the ground with long traces, like Shura, but those blue eyes were so clear.

I staggered over to help him, but he shook him off and pointed a knife at me on guard.

I could only stand there stunned, like a fool, watching him leave slowly.

He must not have a good impression of me, no...... Maybe he didn't remember me at all.

Later, following my body's instincts, I met him from time to time, well, Howe is not ashamed to say that I was indeed following him.

I found that he was not at all as cold as I imagined, and even a little simply cute.

He would go to the free academy of the church to learn the language, and he would consciously eat the food that was distributed to the children who came to study, although it was a small portion, but there were still people who found fault, and then he would eat more silently, and when others were angry and wanted to fight with him, he would beat the bad boys hard, and then the next time he still ate a small portion, no one would come to find fault at all.

Okay, please don't complain, I know that I think he's cute everywhere now, don't listen to some logic from the idiot's mouth.

He draws some everyday items on the board, and when he buys something, he takes it out directly.

I've been mistaken for a dumb person many times, and even if I'm really dumb, I think it's cute!

When he met those scoundrels, he would meet and beat them once, and it was completely superfluous to be afraid that he would be retaliated against by others.

I even saw his smile.

He smiled after he knocked down the scoundrels and took the money out of them.

You don't know how charming he looked in the sunset.

It was a great time, but it didn't last long.

He was kicked out by the churchmen, and I know it was the scoundrels who forced him to be charged with theft!

His ocean-blue eyes were full of anger, and he said the first words of his disembarkation, and his tone was still a little stiff, but his voice was as good as the legend: "It's annoying!" ”

I wasn't cute by his tough look!

Then he fought with those guys again, and this time he didn't have the same wolf bèi as he had at the beginning, because he had become so strong before I knew it.

There is still some lack of strength, but the skill completely makes up for the shortcomings.

Those five people were completely abolished this time, and their hands and feet were completely crippled, and I am afraid that the strongest priest would not be able to save them.

But I know that even if these five people don't die, the gang behind them will definitely not stop.

The bishop of the church was not scared away by him, as the others did, but said something to him, presumably words of encouragement.

Then he left, wearing a black hood and disappearing into the shadows.

I thought that if I didn't help him, maybe he would be on his own.

With the mindset that death is to die, I followed him and stopped him for the first time after watching him for so long.

God knows how nervous I was, he was covered in blood, and even his soft sea-blue eyes were full of tyranny.

I stammered and didn't know what to say, but I roughly expressed my desire to take him in.

But after saying that, I regretted it.

Having just suffered the darkness of the world, how could he casually accept an invitation from a stranger?

Just when I was panicking and didn't know what to say.

He spoke again, he said "thank you" and he smiled, "but I don't want to bother you." Then he turned and walked away.

How can he be so gentle, that voice, that picture, I can't forget, even if it is deeply engraved in my memory, I don't think it's enough!

The mood at that time is indescribable, even now, every time I recall that scene, I still have a heartbeat that is hard to breathe, his light and sparse voice, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and the shadows under the sun, I remember exactly what I remember. Even so, after every memory, I always feel as if a piece of ...... is missing from my heart

Forgive me for being so greedy and wanting to ask for more tenderness, I continued to secretly observe him, but I never had the courage to do so again.

I will be angry when I see him misunderstood, why no one has found out about him as a good person. But on the other hand, shameful pride, it turns out that only I know the other side of him.

I paid attention to him with mixed feelings, but I was even more stunned.

He had had companions, but they all died one after the other in the fight with the gang of five scoundrels.

There was a haze in his clear eyes, which was the pain of loss.

It's been more than a year since he came ashore and he's still alone, but I'd rather he was always alone because of language problems like he did at the beginning.

Because it is much more painful to lose a person than to be alone all the time.

I couldn't help him at all, and I wasn't even qualified to step into the sun to comfort him.

I can only secretly rub my roasted messy turkey in his little house before he returns, and how can I get in, you ask? If the house in the slum had a good door...... I think it won't be long before it breaks.

Watching him eat the turkey, which might not taste very good, was the most satisfying time for me.

Thanks to him, my turkey roasting skills are getting better and better.

Sounds a lot like a brain-dead nymphomaniac who has a crush on a male god, okay...... I admit that although I was talking about shame, my body was unexpectedly pleasant.

Because, it's good to see him smiling.

After that, the last thing I wanted to see, he embarked on a path of revenge.

It was a group of about 500 people, and it had a lot of status in the slums.

And he was alone.

I don't know how he did it, and I couldn't find any trace of him during that time. When he was found occasionally, he was also injured.

I worry about him all the time, but at the same time, I hate myself for being cowardly, and I can't help at all.

By the time I caught him again, the slums were no longer the legend of the five hundred.

I don't know what he's been through, and I'm going to forget the heaviness he's been through, because when I see his clear ocean-blue eyes again, that's enough.

Isn't it selfish, so ...... I can only stand in the shadows.

It's been two years since he came ashore, and I've been following him for two years, and he's ...... He's really a gentle person. Whether he ever found me, I don't know, and I don't care.

In two months, I was getting married, and I was married to a girl with the same blue eyes, who was not as impressive as him, but full of enthusiasm. I heard that the girl also suffered from unrequited love, and had always liked a wandering elf to no avail.

It's not our fault that we fall in love with them, it's that they're too beautiful to be true.

He probably never knew what kind of mood such cannon fodder had in his eyes.

Such an ending...... It's not bad either.

Well, thank you for your willingness to listen to my story, and I hope that I can have a bright future with that girl, and that I hope they can also find their own happiness.

Good bye.