"Ivar Rodblok ......"

Inside, Hybod whispered the familiar name, and he looked up, looking at the dimly lit ceiling, not knowing what to think.

Lorenzo guessed that Haybold was in the room, and in fact he only guessed half right.

The warm light of the lamp warmed the room, but this light could not dispel the gloom in Hybord's heart, it was like a flickering candle flame, as if it was about to be completely swallowed up by the darkness in the room in the next second.

Leaning against the head of the bed, with the copy of Victoria's Secret in his lap, Haybold read a few pages, trying to put the mess away, but he couldn't, his mind was completely occupied by tasks, and one preconceived image flashed before his eyes.

He didn't tell Lorenzo that in fact Haybold was one of Ivar's only friends...... It's a bit of an inaccuracy to say that, and in detail, Haybold is one of the few people willing to approach him, apart from Ivar's brother.

I closed my eyes and thought of that guy in my head.

In the Vikings that worship force, every Viking is so powerful under the sculpture of the cold wind, but Ivar is different, he is a thin fellow, he is not vicious, but a little feminine, and worst of all, he is still disabled and unable to stand.

Compared to his heroic brothers, Ivar was so special that some said he was the illegitimate son of the King of the Ice Sea, some said that he was an ominous son who was devoured by the devil before he was born, and others said that he was the most beloved child of the King of the Ice Sea, and in Viking tradition, Ivar would have been strangled in swaddling clothes for such a natural deformity, but he survived.

In short, from the moment he was born, he was enveloped in a variety of different words.

Before meeting Ivar for the first time, Haybold had known him through these rumors, and he was mentally prepared to meet the mysterious creature, but the result surprised him.

Hybod remembers the first time he saw Ivar in an empty square, where the icy cold wind was raging, and no one wanted to stop here, except for the guy who sat in a wheelchair like an other, and stretched out his hand to play with the sea of flowers.

It was Ivar's favorite flower, a flower called Ice Heather, which was so ordinary that it looked like an ordinary white wildflower.

It is very common in the Viking countries, in that cold ghost place, only this flower can survive strangely and bloom, its taste is very cool, like an oncoming cold wind, when you are in the sea of ice heather flowers, people can't even tell whether it is the fragrance of flowers, or the real cold wind surging.

Yes, that was the time.

"Hybod Achillal, I am your new escort from today onwards. ”

Haybold remembers saying that at the time.

Ivar didn't respond, and it was a long time before he moved his wheelchair and turned his head around.

As the rumors say, he was a thin fellow, and the muscles of his whole body had atrophied from years of paralysis, and his complexion was sickly pale, and his face was emaciated, as if he had been cut by a knife.

At that moment, Haybold thought a lot, he felt that it was a pity that Ivar was alive, that his existence was a disgrace to the King of the Ice Sea, and that a guy like him was destined not to go to the temple of God Odin and participate in that never-ending feast.

But then Hybold saw Ivar's deep eyes.

To this day, he still can't find the right words to describe how he felt...... Speaking of feeling alone, Haybold only felt that he had been cut.

Cut by something unknown hidden in the depths of his eyes.

......

"He's a very strange guy, he likes flowers and plants, he looks soft, but his eyes are fierce...... Like a grumpy puppy, he knows that he can't hurt others, but he still likes to bark at others. ”

Erin spoke slowly about Ivar.

In her mouth, the eccentric and violent Ivar has become a harmless puppy, Lorenzo knows very well that this is the adjective that Irene often uses, as if she describes every man like this, one puppy after another with different personalities, but Lorenzo still thinks it is strange.

"Wasn't he vigilant? A strange woman suddenly approached him. Lorenzo asked, "According to you, Ivar is a strange and withdrawn fellow, but one day a woman came to him...... I don't think he's that stupid, is he?"

Erin's conversation stopped.

She has always been calm, coupled with her own weird disguise, if it weren't for always reminding herself that the woman in front of her was an enemy, many people would be easily deceived by her.

"How to be vigilant? Mr. Holmos. ”

Erin smiled at him and asked rhetorically.

"Do you know the relationship between supply and demand?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with what we're talking about. Lorenzo said.

"How can it not be related?"

Erin got up and approached Lorenzo, though her bandages and wounds had not healed, but that didn't stop her from moving.

"It's like giving food to the hungry, wealth to the greedy, love to a poor, withdrawn, crippled fellow...... Or even talk about love. ”

For a moment Lorenzo remembered Seleuc, who had used what Irene called "supply and demand" to curry favor with Madame van Roude.

"Perhaps...... Perhaps Ivar himself knew that this was a fake, and that I was approaching him with purpose.

But so what?

His life has been so miserable, the more glorious the glory of the King of the Ice Sea, the more majestic the achievements of his brothers, the more he will feel ashamed and feel pressure, and when the love he hopes for comes, it will be like a victim in a swamp, even if you stretch out thorns to him, he will hold on to it firmly, even if he knows that it is poison, he will not hesitate to swallow it, right?"

Erin said lightly.

"Like faith, one always needs something to deceive oneself. ”

Lorenzo smelled the familiar scent of flowers, the smell was cold, like a cold wind on his cheeks, and then he realized that Erin was very close, and his eyes were almost together.

"You're a lot like him, though...... No, you guys are a lot like Ivar. ”

Erin reached out and gently grabbed Lorenzo's neck, she didn't have much strength, but she still pulled Lorenzo's head little by little, so that he had to look at Erin.

Lorenzo could hear Erin's breathing, her chest rising and falling slightly with her heartbeat, shadows and shimmers shaping a delicate face, the pupils of which reflected Lorenzo himself like a mirror. ，

"Mr. Moon, Lorenzo Holmos, and Ivar, sometimes I think you are very much alike, and you seem to have something in common...... Let me think about it. ”

Erin thought about it, her voice filled with joy and banter.

"Twisted, you're all twisted humans. ”

She licked her lips and wrapped her hands around Lorenzo's face.

"Have you ever had a family?"

"Have you ever had a best friend?"

"Have you ever had someone you won't forget?"

She continued to ask.

"There have been ...... Love?"

There was no answer, only silence.

"Yes, you are all such people, there is no place to go and no place to go, you can only wander in this gray world in a daze...... I think you would have longed for that poison of happiness if you had the chance, wouldn't you? ”

Lorenzo pushed Erin away, his face blank.

The two looked at each other from afar, Lorenzo could see Erin's appearance, but Erin couldn't see Lorenzo's face clearly, he turned his back to the light, and an undispellable darkness attached to his face, and after a short silence, Erin laughed louder.

"Yes, you're all such people,"

She said, and then the laughter stopped again, and her voice was a little sad.

"We're all such people...... The Living Dead. ”

She didn't explain what she meant by "the living dead", and her mood changed so quickly that it was impossible to guess what was going on in her heart.

Erin lowered her head, like a trained child, very different from the strong one just now.

It didn't take long for her to recover from her sense of loss, to regain her spirits, and to look at Lorenzo with interest, as if she had found a new toy.

"Mr. Holmos, do you know, Ivar and Moon, they both have the same expression on my face, like a stray puppy who suddenly sees someone open its arms at them. ”

"I guess you're like that, right?"

Erin said with her hands open, looking like she was going to hug Lorenzo.

"Are you coming?"

Lorenzo didn't respond, he took a deep breath.

It had been a long time since he had felt like this, and Lorenzo felt a subtle fear, not the fear of life and death, but the fact that someone had been peeked into the corner of his heart.

But in the same way, Lorenzo also peeked into Erin's heart, and although the damn woman nagged a lot, it was all disguise, and she was throwing smoke bombs one after another, trying to cover up the real her.

Lorenzo vaguely saw it.

"To you, everyone is a toy, a puppy, a tool to achieve a goal. ”

Lorenzo said disdainfully.

"Yes, Irene, you're just as twisted as we are, and you're even more pathetic than we are. ”

He also opened his hand and saluted her with what Erin had said.

"Do you want a cuddle? puppy?"

In the disgusting part, Lorenzo has a hand, he is extremely pretentious, and his face is full of provocation.

Both of them are extremely cunning villains, and it was just a brief fight, there were no knives, guns, sticks, and no blood, only nonsense and nonsense, to try to show the most real each other.

Irene's expression fell, as if she had torn off her disguise.

"We all wear masks, Mr. Holmos, and we know the lies of life, and we force ourselves to believe them. ”

It wasn't until this moment that Erin got serious, she knew very well that her tricks would no longer tease Lorenzo, but would make a fool of herself.

So I was still curious about Ivar's mood at the time, and even though he knew it was a hoax, he stepped in without hesitation...... Just for the love and poison you said?"

Lorenzo said as he observed Erin's expression.

"Do you think he'll regret it, or does he hate you?"

Erin didn't answer, she looked tired, she didn't keep her previous disguise, she half lay down, she seemed to hide her emotions, but Lorenzo was keenly aware of it.

"He trusted you so much, but you pushed him into the fire...... How many people have you toyed with like this, do you feel guilty after this? Or too many times, you've become accustomed to it. ”

Lorenzo continued.

From the moment Erin realized that Hypard was also here, her emotions were very wrong, and whenever she talked about Ivar, Erin looked like herself.

Yes, Lorenzo saw his own shadow in it, and he remembered that one night, Seleu had asked him every step of the way, and he had replied with stubble after stubble of bad words.

Saying those bad things to relieve the pressure in your heart and escape the problem that you should have faced a long time ago.

What the hell are you hiding?

Are you really so amorous on the surface, or do you say that there is a side hidden under the skin that no one knows?

Erin replied with silence, she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't even want to think about it if she could, and forget all about it completely.

"But when it comes to deceiving ourselves, there's something different among us. ”

Seeing that Erin stopped talking, Lorenzo brought up the topic again.

"Like the moon. ”

At the mention of the kestrels, Erin raised her head slightly, her expression was rarely a little curious, she didn't know what Lorenzo would say next.

"Only smart guys will realize that these are lies, and only smart guys will be willing to deceive themselves...... The moon is different. ”

Recalling the ridiculous behavior of the kestrels, Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh.

"He's stupid, you know? He didn't realize it was a lie at first, he thought he had the best afternoon, and he thought he had met his soulmate, and came back at night and asked if you would like him, even though you might never see each other again.

He held the stupid fish crookedly for a long time...... Not to mention, that fish tastes pretty good. ”

Hearing this, Erin couldn't help it, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled.

"It sounds funny, but judging by his current attitude, the moon doesn't like me very much. ”

"Of course, it seems to him that you are playing with his innocent feelings, and although it is a little disgusting to say that, it is about that. ”

Lorenzo said slowly.

"Ah...... Innocence, affection, and destiny really don't match us, just like a violent story that suddenly talks about love and hate. ”

Erin's voice paused for a moment, and she continued.

"I am familiar with everything in the port of Maruri, and I am familiar with the style of the Iron Law Bureau, I will make a big difference, I will help you save Ivar, and accordingly, Lorenzo, I need you to guarantee that I will live. ”

"I can't guarantee it, I don't even know if Ivar will be able to get it out alive. ”

Lorenzo thought about it and decided to talk about it and see how Erin reacted.

"To be precise, Haybold is in charge of rescuing Ivar, and I have other things to do when the official operation comes. ”

"Hybod?"

Erin tensed up again, and it all fell into Lorenzo's eyes.

"But we can make a deal, Irene. ”

Lorenzo said suddenly.

"I know you're still hiding secrets, you, Hybod, and Ivar, what were you still hiding?"

The stern tone gradually softened.

"Tell me, Irene, tell me and I'll keep you alive. ”

Erin was stunned, then shook her head helplessly.

"Mr. Holmos, you look like a wicked man with a great sin. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, but what about your reply?"

Lorenzo was not ashamed, but proud.

Erin thought again and shook her head again.

"It's a complicated secret," she said, with that intoxicating smile on her face, "torture?" ”

Lorenzo waved his hand, too lazy to continue paying attention to the woman with a thousand faces.

"There's no need, you're not worth my 'unscrupulous means'. ”

As he said this, he somehow remembered such an image in his mind.

Erin walked under the sunny street, holding several happy puppies in her hands, and it was quite interesting to think about it seriously.

The night was quiet again, and there was a faint snoring sound in the next room, and the kestrel was lying on the bed with a big word, laughing and crying with a expression, not knowing what weird dreams she was doing.

At the end of the sea level, the city is brightly lit.