I was tired of being together like this all day, and before I knew it, Xavier's relationship seemed to be much better, although he was irritable by nature and his demeanor was very rude, but in front of me, he seemed to have some restraint.

His sponsor was a young and beautiful female fighter with red hair like the dawn sky, named Phyllis. Although she is a fighter, she doesn't have any tasks in the mercenary group, only dealing with some Wen Jiàn and the like, so she is very idle.

I often saw her tugging at Xavier's ears and loudly admonishing him not to get into trouble everywhere. At that time, Phyllis's face was very hideous, and even I, the person in charge of watching, was a little stunned.

But...... She would also give Xavier the best medicine for his injuries after scolding him.

When I see her, I sometimes think of Ryan. This is Ryan's third year as my sponsor, and in three years, he and I have only had the chance to meet once...... And that time, it was all missed by chance. To this day, my communication with him is limited to paper, and the other ...... It's been a long time since I've heard from Ryan.

I'm a little worried.

However, after inquiring with Mother Tracy, she told me - "Towards the end of the year, the mercenary group may take on S-class missions, and S-class missions generally require members to keep secrets, perhaps because of this, they have not replied to you." ”

S-class missions.

It seems that this should be the reason, because I vaguely remember that Ryan mentioned in the letter before that their mercenary group has done a lot of big tasks over the years, and they can almost hang the name tag in the queue of the first-level mercenary group.

In this way, you can also take on S-class tasks.

It's also my fault that I've been so busy studying herbology with Xavier these days that I've forgotten what Ryan said.

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Before dinner, there was a knock on my door, and when it was opened, Xavier's bandaged head came in.

"Kroll, it hurts."

"You've been to the infirmary." So I don't have to bandage you.

"Not this." Xavier propped himself up, pushed open my door, limped in, and then very neatly ripped off his clothes, and threw himself on my bed topless.

I could faintly see some blood stained my sheets.

"My back and waist...... Ouch......" As soon as he lay down, Xavier began to cry wolf.

…… That's always the case a few days a week.

I sighed, put the key ring I was carrying on the table, took out a fuchsia potion from the low cupboard, and returned to the bed.

There were some bruises on his back that had been knocked out, and they didn't look strict, so I checked left and right, and there were no obvious signs elsewhere, so I dropped the potion in my hand and rubbed them along Xavier's back texture to help him break them away.

"Well...... Yes...... So comfortable......"

The smell of the potion was a little pungent, and the greasy touch under the palm was not good, but none of these things were as upsetting as Xavier's humming and chirping in his voice-changing voice.

"Light...... Lightly...... Kroll ...... Kindness! ”

…… I really wanted to get something to plug his mouth.

"You're fighting again?"

"Well...... Yes...... You...... What did you say? He turned his head slightly and looked at me with half of his face covered by a bandage.

"You're fighting again?"

“…… Yes...... Yes, because Karina was bullied by her asshole stepdad. ”

And for his group of buddies.

Sometimes I think about it, the reason for Xavier's fights seems to be for his friends, and rarely for himself. So even if Phyllis taught him, he could only say "cause trouble", after all, he would always use the "big truth" of "standing up for his friends" to prevaricate.

Over time, Phyllis didn't know how to persuade him.

I didn't reply to him, Xavier didn't say anything more, and after a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "...... Hey, Kroll, don't you think I'm a nuisance? ”

"I've never made friends with someone like you before."

"Pyne, they all call me the Boss, and sometimes I think about it, but it's not really like a friend......

He babbled on and on, as if he wanted to confide something in me.

This guy seems to have suddenly become a little negative.

I think that the way he is now can basically be summed up as the inexplicable troubles of adolescent boys.

I'm not going to comfort anyone.

If there was anything I should do, it seemed that keeping my mouth shut was the best option.

"They are all dependent on me, and I ...... But it's like ......"

The sound behind it was as thin as a mosquito, so that people couldn't hear it clearly, and at this time, the bruises under my hands were almost rubbed, I looked at the sky, and thought that if I went to eat now...... There shouldn't be anything good about it, so it's better to go to Master Bouz for a meal.

Having made up my mind, I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and threw the clothes he had thrown on the ground to him: "Troublesome, get dressed, I'm going to dinner." ”

"......" He lay on the bed, with no intention of moving at all.

"What's wrong?"

"That...... Kroll, you go first, I want to rest for a while. ”

…… Is he still going to think about life in my room?

Forget it, the psychology of adolescent boys, I really don't understand.

After briefly cleaning my potion-stained palms, I handed Xavier the key ring on the table.

"I'll go to Master Bouz, close the door for me when you leave, and put the key under the carpet in the doorway."

His head was covered by his clothes, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but his head nodded, and I was so hungry that I couldn't care much about my chest and back, so I hurried to Master Bouz's infirmary as soon as the key was tucked.

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When I got back to my room later, my room seemed to have been cleaned, and the black checkered sheets stained by Xavier's blood were gone, turning into a new sheet with blue stripes.

It's just that...... There seemed to be a smell of chestnut blossoms and musk in the room.

Xavier's incense taste...... It's really not a compliment.

I opened the window and let the cold air into the room, hoping that the smell would dissipate quickly before I went to bed.

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In the winter, the old director of the Panson Welfare Institute left his job to recuperate.

When he was twenty-nine years old, his wife disappeared mysteriously, his whereabouts were unknown, and his only son was kidnapped and killed by a group of mercenaries who had been running amok on Big 6 all year round.

After recovering from his grief, he began to provide a lot of financial assistance to the various welfare institutions, especially Pan Sen, and gradually became a well-known philanthropist, and was recognized and loved by everyone.

This time, he became the director of the Panson Welfare Institute, which can be regarded as a matter of expectations.

It's just that......

I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling that since he became dean, Panson hadn't been as calm and peaceful as he had been.

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