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When Shekha Hawthorn arrived at the foundry, Moshi was intently sketching the shape of the saddle on the sand.

His fingertips manipulated the wind, erasing the wrong lines from time to time.

This is actually a kind of "reconstruction" for Moshi. For a period of time after the magic nerve bundle went out of control, as long as he used magic, the nerve bundle all over his body began to ache and sore. Mo Shi is now trying to use all kinds of small magic to adjust the situation of the nerve bundle and do a small area of exercise - after all, there is no doctor in the magic nerve bundle department at the moment, and there is not even a hospital at all, he can only try it himself and recover slowly.

"Tsk. Extravagant magician. The man sighed.

Shekka Hawthorn crouched down beside him and looked at the sand.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It's a 'saddle curve,'" Moshi replied. After realizing that the other party couldn't understand that this was a joke, he sighed and said again, "Well, it's a 'saddle hyperboloid' — no, actually, it's a saddle." ”

Shekhaliso classifies all of Moshi's "jokes" as "unintelligible gibberish" and then automatically excludes: "Saddle? Are you going to redesign the saddle?"

"With all due respect, I don't think the saddle you are using today should be called a 'saddle' at all, it's just a thick blanket that will fall off at the slightest bump. ”

Shekha laughed, "You're mean. ”

"Times are going to progress, sir. Mo Shi tapped the sand with the wooden stick in his hand, "This is my greatest career." ”

It is true.

"I thought you should have taken the time to figure it out. Shekha said.

"What?" Mo Shi asked suspiciously, "dots?"

"If you're going to leave at the end of the rainy season, you should always think about it. Shekka shrugged, "But I've heard you don't even know how much you get a month, let alone the other people's positions." ”

"Uh, what Duna told you?"

"Yes. Shekka raised a hand before Moshi could say something mean, signaling that he had something else to say, "I'm here to tell you something. ”

Moshi's interest was rightly drawn to the past: "What news, good news, or bad news?"

"It depends. ”

Mo Shi put down the branch he was painting and urged him to hurry up.

"In fact, His Royal Highness the Duke is looking forward to obtaining a noble wife for Master Difen. ”

Mo Shi nodded: "So, who is that 'noble wife'?"

Shekka moved towards Moshi and lowered her voice, "Princess Terina—in case this is what you've forgotten—she's the third daughter of King Manlun, and she just turned thirty last year. ”

"So......" Mo Shi didn't understand what this matter had to do with him.

"So," said Shekha, "the Duke now intends to let Master Dino go to the royal city first, to convey this petition of the Fire Sparrow to the king, to see what the king means, and whether there is any possibility of granting marriage—do you understand what this means to you, Moshi?"

Mo Shi blinked slowly, and finally understood something.

"So, you'll be with me...... Can I go with you?"

"Yes, exactly. We can set out together, and you will accompany you as a retainer of the Fire Sparrow. It would feel a lot better that way, wouldn't it?" Shekka pushed his shoulder with his elbow, and although it was light, it still caused Moshi to fall to the sand. But Mo Shi didn't mind at all now.

- Yes, it does.

- If it's an entourage, the feeling is completely different: as a new retainer of the Fire Sparrow, accompanying him to the Central Palace and letting the king know about his situation (amnesia, family, magic), rather than being handed over to the king for judgment as a possible "hidden danger" - monsters, demons, demonic servants.

The gratitude made Mo Shi not know what to say for a while.

He knew it wouldn't be a pure coincidence. Even if it was a coincidence, it was worth his gratitude.

Shekka reached out to Moshi, grabbed his arm, and pulled Moshi up from the sand. Moshi had crushed half of the saddle he had just painted, but it wasn't worth mentioning now.

Moshi sat back down on the low bench and made way for Shekha to take half of his place.

Shekka smiled and sat down as well.

"But don't you really want to talk to me?" asked the blonde swordsmanship instructor.

"Talk, talk about what?"

"About you. Moshi. About what you look like, your magic...... Don't you want to talk about these things?"

"I don't remember anything. "I'm just pretty sure I'm not evil, I'm not bad, and I don't intend to do anything bad to you." ”

"I believe in you. "But I don't mean that. ”

He reached out and pinched the back of his neck, also seemingly embarrassed by the overly intimate topic: "I mean, maybe it would be more comfortable for you to say it? You must be bothered too? because, I heard that you are now in the foundry all day, and only go back to your room at night - you don't seem to want to talk to the people in the castle." Of course, I know you're an avid inventor, and I'm just thinking......"

"I heard about it from Duna again?"

Mo Shi picked up the branch again and paddled it across the sand to complete the side view of the saddle.

Shekha fell silent as well.

The fire was blown stronger by the blowers, and the foundries began their afternoon work to repair the weapons that had been destroyed by the war. The branches creaked as they slid through the gravel.

After a while, Mo Shi spoke, "I'm scared. ”

Shekka didn't say anything, so Moshi continued, "I'm not lying. I don't remember a lot. Things that seem to you to be common sense are inexplicable and incomprehensible to me—and at the same time, I am afraid that if I ask too many questions, I will appear rude and stupid. Therefore, I, I ......"

Moshi paused.

He found himself not good at telling the truth, not at revealing himself. His nose was aching.

"Anyway, I'm just, I'm just trying to find a way that allows me to live. Eventually, he said, "And I haven't really found it yet." ”

Mo Shi looked up and saw Sheka looking at him in amazement.

"You're really weird," Sheika said for a moment, "it's really weird what you're thinking. ”

"After all, I'm the one who suffers from amnesia. And you don't, right?"

Shekha sighed, "You can ask me if you want." Anything you don't know, you can ask. Of course, I can't guarantee that I will be able to answer all the questions, but I will do my best to find the answers. Come to think of it, you've even asked me questions about what is explicit gender, so why are you embarrassed to ask? ”

Mo Shi was stunned, then smiled.

"That's sweet. He said it jokingly, but genuinely happy, "so I admit that I'm timid, and you don't think I'm not worth befriending, do you?"

Shekha rubbed his wrist. These small gestures indicate that he feels embarrassed.

"Probably. He whispered.

"I thought you snowwalkers were ashamed to be afraid. Mo Shi teased.

"That's not ......"

"Lord Sheka!" someone shouted Sheka Hawthorn's name outside the house. Shekka stood up and looked out, gesturing.

"I think it's time for me to go. He turned back to Mo Shi and said, ready to say goodbye.

Mo Shi also stood up. He shook the grit off his coat

"There's still a lot of work in the army that you need to help deal with?"

"The armory is almost finished, but I'm still in charge of settling the wounded, and those things—" Sheka frowned, his face tired, "those things aren't easy. ”

"Perhaps, can I help?" asked Mo Shi, "at least I can go and see." Comment or something. ”

"I'm reluctant to let you dictate my job - but, well, given you've been here too long, it's time to get out for a walk. But are you afraid, I mean, of seeing blood?"

Mo Shi rolled his eyes slightly: "I don't think I can't even see the wound." ”

But Shekha's expression did not relax, and even appeared stern and painful.

"Remember, if you feel like you can't stand it, you can just walk away. ”