The earthy yellow sky was covered with dust, thick smoke could be seen billowing everywhere, and hot magma flowed from the erupting volcanic fissures, emitting the characteristic stench of sulfur, and a young man walked in this hot barren land, he felt unusually thirsty, and the lack of water in his body made him more and more tired. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If only I could find a little water.

The man licked his lips, cracked from extreme dryness, and he looked up at the sky, where there were no clouds, birds, clouds, nothing, and no plants on the ground, only endless sand and steaming magma. The little experience I had in my previous life about exploring water sources in the wild is useless here.

It doesn't look like a water source can exist at all. The man sighed in disappointment, but he still didn't give up, dragging his tired and heavy body, he gritted his teeth, and continued to stubbornly walk forward-

I don't know how much time has passed, and the scenery around me is constantly changing, but it doesn't seem to be much different from before. The strength in his body was passing, he gradually felt that he could not support it anymore, it was dark in front of him, he finally fell to the ground, the hot sand and gravel baked his body, he felt hot all over, tried to get up, but he was weak, but he couldn't struggle anymore.

"Water, I really want to drink water."

Glo lay on the bed and began to roll back and forth, letting out a faint moan of breath - the red-haired girl beside him hurriedly stood up and searched the room. She glanced at a clay kettle on the wooden table in the room, and she shook it, a slightly heavy feel indicating that it was not completely empty.

She hurried over and ran back to the head of the bed with the kettle, the spout aimed at the man's lips on the bedboard. A small amount of cold liquid was poured down, and the man suddenly coughed violently.

Drinking water in this posture is indeed a thing that violates the physiological structure of the human body - under the action of gravity, the water choked into the trachea, and with the upright upper body, the symptoms of coughing were relieved, and Glo became somewhat awake, he saw a blurred face, countless shadows overlapping, and there seemed to be a hint of the fragrance of a girl, he supported the bed with his arms, and tried to get off the bed, but the sharp pain in his back made him grin in pain.

The pain finally brought him to his senses. The girl stretched out her hands and carefully lifted him up, then tucked a soft cloth cushion behind her back for him to lean against the head of the bed, and only then did Glo see what was in front of her.

He looked at the girl in front of him, her red hair like the petals of the moon season, a pair of red eyes showing anxious concern, and a small nose slightly curled with her breathing.

"Miss Lena."

He shouted—his memory was still in the dark cavern, the fallen leader of the cavemen, the sudden explosion.

But now he was lying on this large comfortable bed, and he looked at the railings, and the delicately carved wood, with brightly colored patterns and patterns on it—such furniture was usually only possible for aristocratic families, and what was it? Back to Afron?

Glo looked out the window, where the sunlight poured into the room and left a bright checkered spot, and he saw the branches and dense leaves of the trees dancing in the wind outside the window—the room was on the second floor, on the opposite side of the door, with a window and curtains drawn. He turned his head and looked at the red-haired Miss Lena Barros with a puzzled look.

"You're hurt."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him awake, and she turned around and ran from the chair beside the bed to the wooden table. The wooden table also contained a plate of liquid food—porridge made of millet, berries, and minced meat, which had become cold and sticky over time.

Flames rose from Miss Lena's palms, and it was evident that she had a great deal of skill in the use of flame psionic powers, and the flames of moderate size and temperature quickly made the food steam, and the thick aroma began to fill the air.

Glo suddenly felt his belly be hungry.

Miss Lena Barros sat back at the head of the bed, and she pressed the bandit leader who wanted to get up, and grabbed the spoon - very tacitly, Glo opened his mouth obediently, and a spoon reached into his mouth, and raised it slightly, and the rice porridge slid into his throat, and he gulped greedily.

As the food went down, a little more heat gradually appeared in his body, and Glo felt that his young and energetic body was rapidly recovering, and he thought about something, and the spoon came to his mouth again-

He swallowed the spoon. Then he reached out and grabbed Miss Lena Barros's arm—the two young men looked at each other. Glo could clearly see the warmth in Miss Lena's eyes, and such a look made him fall into a trance......

"Cousin Lena, what are you doing?"

The blonde girl with a double ponytail appeared in front of the door, and she looked at the couple of men and women who were getting closer and closer, and suddenly screamed--the two young men were startled, Miss Lena's delicate face instantly turned red, she stood up, straightened her clothes a little, and without saying a word, she squeezed her cousin out of the room by the advantage of height and size.

"Mr. Lecter just woke up, and I'm taking care of him."

Miss Lena's tone was flat, and she brushed the messy hair on her forehead and took Kia's arm back into the hallway. It's just that her remarks did not dispel the other party's curiosity.

Kia Escud stared into her eyes and then suddenly said, "I smell a female cat." ”

"The smell of a she-cat", this is a proverb from the Kingdom of Elante. It usually refers to the origin of Miss Elina Barros, a young girl with a rippling heart, and understands the meaning of Kia's words on the spot. She looked at her palm, wondering if the force of the knife from a short time ago was too gentle. The lively cousin added:

"I heard from the knights in the family that this gentleman's swordsmanship is very powerful, so it seems that he is a good match for you, cousin."

"Really? But he was still injured after all. ”

"It was just an accident, the knights talked about what happened in the crypt, and the situation was very critical."

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"That's ......"

"It seems that little Lena really cares about Lecter."

Two young aristocratic ladies were chattering, and a figure came to them, with a gentle smile and a graceful demeanor, and they quickly saw who was coming.

After a day of work in the City Lord's Mansion, Marcuro returned to the Clover Manor, and after learning the whereabouts of his sister and cousin from the butler Feren, he went to this quiet corner of the manor. It is located next to the mountains and forests in the west of the city, and the scenery is beautiful, and the cool autumn breeze from the shade of the trees is extraordinarily pleasant.

He glanced at the hidden door, and gestured to the two maidens—he had something to say, but it was not fitting to stay here, to disturb or let the wounded Mr. Lector hear.

The three of them quickly descended the stairs and walked to the living room on the first floor. Several people sat down at a round table, and the servants brought tea and snacks.

After a long silence, Marculo finally uttered one of his assumptions, his voice was calm, but what he said made Lena Barros fall into a great shock.