"Dad... Daddy......"

Dorothy's voice was thin, soft, and at the same time soft, and the line of breath on her sweaty cheeks was clearly not a symbol of a sweet dream.

Her murmur trembled slightly, and the eyelashes near the corners of her eyes suddenly became moist, and her breathing, which went from peaceful to rapid and gradually disordered, woke her from her sleep little by little.

The ocean-blue eyes opened under the curled curtains. She widened her eyes and took a cold breath, although she didn't scream out the moment she woke up, but it immediately caught Abel's attention - after all, Miss Warlock and the Trapman Mage were very close, her thin shoulders leaned slightly against the steel shoulders through the outer robes, and her slender hands were raised almost reflexively under the threat of fear to hold the latter's hard arm.

"Miss Dorothy?" Able closed the book, his helmet-shaped head turning his gaze, and the mechanical voice was as emotionless as ever, but the atmosphere of the moment prompted Miss Warlock to react later.

Dorothy blinked, withdrew her hand from Abel's iron arm with some embarrassment, and apologized in a low voice: "Yes, I'm sorry...... I'm too noisy. ”

As the words fell, she turned her head to look at the rest of the group, glad that her movement had not woken up her sleeping companions. Urs seemed to glance over to his side, but didn't seem to care, and quickly turned his attention back to his vigil.

After confirming that she hadn't caused trouble to others, the red-haired warlock lady slowly breathed a sigh of relief, pursed her lips, and said in her heart that she might as well continue to sleep......

The dream just now is just a silhouette in the memory, and it is impossible to return to the happiness of the past.

She tried to comfort herself in her heart. Perhaps a subconscious habit, Abel silently observed the change in the expression on her face, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Miss Dorothy, did you have a nightmare just now?" ”

"Huh?" In this inquiring voice, I don't know whether it was self-inflicted or it was true, Dorothy was a little surprised to hear a faint concern, and suddenly raised her head in a little surprise. Aren't mechanical humans emotionally constructed creatures?

"The mentor once taught me that the tears of humanoids represent sadness under the influence of negative emotions." Abel understood the look in Dorothy's eyes as curiosity, so he followed up to explain his analysis to her, "You have obvious tear stains on your face, and your actions when you first woke up were a little flustered, so I judge that you just had a nightmare, but I don't know if you guessed correctly." ”

"Ahh I'm sorry to let you see my gaffe. After being reminded by the machine man, the red-haired Miss Warlock hurriedly raised her sleeve and wiped it on her face, her nose felt a little sour, and her face was flushed with a faint astringency, so she glanced to the side, "Just now...... Did have nightmares. ”

"If you don't mind, can you tell me what you dreamed about? My guru also told me that people are terrified because they perceive what they are afraid of. What is it that appears in your dreams? ”

"My ...... Father. ”

"Father?"

The mechanical mage was not surprised by the answer he received from Miss Warlock, as it had not yet learned how to surprise itself as a constructor, and academic confusion had taken over its mind at this time.

Through knowledge, it knows that mammals like humans are born when males strip parts of themselves through some kind of interactive ritual action and give them to females, who then store them in their bodies and give them to them for about a year.

The way of birth of human beings is destined for everyone to have a pair of parents, and at the same time because of the complex human nature and have all kinds of family affection for their parents, some are warm and delicate, as soft as the morning sun, and some are deceitful, interests are paramount, the typical comparison is the frenzied struggle for power and profit of the drow elves, it is said that such cases are often released in the life circle of human nobles.

Mages learn magic through knowledge and become scholars in the process of learning knowledge.

"Emotion" is a key research topic for Abel as a mage scholar. Because it didn't understand, it wanted to understand, wondering why Miss Warlock was afraid of her own father? What caused her to develop a fear of her father? What led to that event? Wait a minute......

The unique logic of thinking makes the machine man mage not very aware of the detour in the human world. In order to successfully research its own academic topic, it thought that it could seize the opportunity to collect case materials for the investigation.

Urs sat on the other side, quietly watching Abel and Dorothy, noticing that the red-haired Miss Warlock was gradually embarrassed by the non-malicious questioning of the Mechanic Mage, and then sighed a little helplessly, and coughed lightly, shaking his head at the Mechanic Mage.

He hadn't forgotten Dorothy's father, the bastard named Dambert Kerchas, who had used the scroll to shatter my former +3 enchanted greatsword called Cursed Blade......

Although Abel did not understand the many complex elements of human nature, he could still understand what Urs meant, and then realized that he might have said something unnecessary to Dorothy, so he turned to him and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Dorothy. If my words offend your privacy, please let me apologize to you. ”

"No, it's okay, Mr. Abel, I'm fine......"

Dorothy hurriedly waved her hand as well, and her tear-stained eyes, which were not completely dry, gave Urs a grateful look with a slight haze of loss, and then found that the poet in the line had also woken up at some point.

The jay bird slept very lightly, opened his eyes at this time, twisted his neck, sat up with a face that seemed to be a little unhappy, his dark purple eyes turned his head with a look of innate strength, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth evoked a contemptuous sneer, and he picked up the double knife and the lute that were placed beside him.

She was stunned by Miss Poet's white glance, and lowered her head in embarrassment, thinking that she had really made a noise with her, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Dorothy, Dorothy, why do you have so many things to do, what kind of nightmares do you have......

With the movement of bowing her head, her long fiery red hair fell from the front, covering her beautiful and inferior face.

The raven's personality and gentleness were not at stake, and she had no heart to care for this girl, who was already very fragile at heart, and when she woke up, she walked over to the place where Urs was sitting and said, "Give me a bag of water." ”

Coming to the young man, she crouched down and made her demands.

Thanks to the convenience of the Magic Storage Item, a portion of the Thorn Squad's food and drinking water is stored in Urs's Space Ring.

Urs glanced up at her, took out a pack of bulging cowhide water bags and handed it to her, seeing that she simply sat down in front of her, as if she didn't want to sleep again in the middle of the night, and planned to keep vigil with him.

The young man lowered his gaze as he watched Miss Poet's nimble fingers untie the straps at the mouth of the bag, and his mind couldn't help but think of the eerie and dark underworld that was in fact where she spent her childhood, and then recalled the memories of the time when his group had arrived at the hive labyrinth from the inverted tower of Misty Isle a few days earlier.

Then there is an unexpected encounter with Moretti, and he is dragged out on a trip to the city of Palomite, which is on the cliff.

"Zelgon......

"What?"

"How much do you know about the Zelgun family?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"When you first entered the city of Palomit, you used the name of the Drow family to help us all book an opportunity to enter the town hall and meet Barend." The young man hesitated, but decided to express his doubt, "So let's take it as my curiosity, how much do you know about the Zelgun family?" Or were you just pushing the boat along the lines and finding an excuse to help us act? ”

"It's none of your business." Raven Que didn't think about it, and glanced at him with the same disdain as white Dorothy just now, "You just need to understand that in this underground far from the sun, I have countless opportunities to betray and betray you. ”

But I didn't—Urs heard the second half of what she was too lazy to finish, and then saw Miss Poet put down her water bag and put her hand on the lute that hung on her waist, but after thinking about it, she dispelled it in a blink of an eye.

After all, this is not a tavern.

This is a dark and dangerous place, and the sound of the strings is equivalent to revealing one's place in the dark forest, and God knows if it will lead to some unexpected disaster.

Even though he had been away from his homeland for a long time, the Raven was still familiar with everything about this place—at least all the common sense of the Dark Lands.

Seeing that Miss Poet had no interest in the topic just now, Urs shrugged his shoulders and said to himself that he would forget it for now, and then, as if inadvertently, he caught a small movement from a little distance nearby.

The small movement whispered, and did not escape his ears, sounding like the claws of a creature falling on the ground and rubble, from far to near, with a chaotic frequency, so that it could be judged to be plural.

The young man perked up and realized that something was in his vigilance......