1:170 Disclosure at Midnight (Table)

Late at night.

Everyone was asleep, and Ryder, who was pressed under Tristan, looked pained, but he didn't forget to snore at the same time.

Towell slowly scrambled to his feet, his whole body weak, as the smell of strangers in the room irritated his nose.

"Gollum. His stomach roared.

"Are you hungry? Come and eat. Arthur, who was in charge of the vigil, waited at the door of the room, motioning for Thornville to come over.

Although he was still full of fear, the hunger made it impossible for the leopard boy to care about anything else, and he got out of bed and walked out slowly, when suddenly his feet went sore, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful, don't wake anyone up. Arthur held Towell to keep him from falling.

"Come, hurry up and eat to replenish your strength. He almost dragged Towell to the dining room.

The steaming stew slid down the Leopard Man's throat, making him suddenly feel alive again. He caught his breath and began to devour it.

Arthur sat quietly on the sidelines, just like that, watching the leopard boy eat.

"Whew!" said Thorville, who was swallowed in pain.

"Stupid, tell you to eat slowly. Arthur patted the leopard boy on the back, and after a few strokes, Thorville finally swallowed the food stuck in his throat.

"Uhh

But then he made a move that Arthur hadn't even thought of: Thornville picked up the knife in his right hand and slashed at his wrist!

"What are you doing?!" Arthur reached out to block it, but the knife cut Arthur's hand deeply!

"You," Arthur swallowed the pain and flapped the knife in Thorwell's hand with one hand.

Arthur realized that the force of the cut wrist was serious. Fortunately, it was not a particularly sharp knife, otherwise Arthur's hand would have been cut open even to the bone.

"Woo woo woo woo" Thornville cried quietly, tears dripping continuously.

"You can't die even if you cut your wrists, the vitality of an orc is so tenacious, what is it to lose a little blood?" Arthur said as he bandaged his hand, "What's the big deal that needs to be solved by suicide? You idiot." "Don't," said Thorville, crying indistinctly, "don't meow like that—" "I'm sorry then, I don't want to leave you alone if I can." Arthur said coldly.

"Don't be so nice to me" Speaking of this, Arthur suddenly grabbed Towell's face: "Boy, look at me." "Smack!" Before Towell could react, he was slapped in the face by Arthur.

"This slap is for you. You meow meow while crying, and I am very annoyed to hear it. Arthur said, "Either you don't talk and just cry." Or just finish talking and cry. Or just don't cry at all. Do you understand?" Towell was stunned by the sudden slap in the face, and then his crying stopped.

"Oh, aren't you going to cry?" "Kill, kill meow." The leopard boy whispered, "I, I'm not qualified to be with you anymore, meow, I'm here only to bring you danger." "Are you finally willing to speak properly?" Arthur stroked Thorville's head as if he were comforting a wounded kitten, but his words were completely out of step with his actions: "It's not impossible to kill you, but I don't want to kill you for no reason." I hate to be left in the dark and end a thing. If you want me to free you, it's best to spit out all the secrets in your stomach first. In that case, I can give you a good death. Thornville avoided Arthur's gaze and said no more.

"You think you won't get us in trouble if you're dead? Those foxes will think you told us the secret a long time ago. Even if you die, they won't let us go so easily. "So—" Arthur snapped at the Leopard Man's face and twisted it so that he had to face himself, "Speak to me, hurry." Even if you don't want to live, spit out the information to me now!" "You don't want to know. The leopard boy muttered under his breath.

"That's up to me. "But I'll have to listen at least before I can decide, right?" Towell closed his eyes and didn't speak, but his attitude was clearly much calmer.

"Okay, you can't say it yet, can you? Arthur patted the leopard boy on the head, "Go take a shower and go to bed, we'll talk about it later." Thornville nodded, wiping away his tears.

"Arthur," he suddenly whispered, "who is on this shijie who was born to die?" "No." Arthur said, "Man cannot choose how he is born, but he can choose how he lives." "What you just did is also a choice, but the stupidest of all. Promise me not to do it again. "Got it. Towell whispered, "And Xiexie Meow." "You better get rid of the 'meow' quickly, you say everything with a 'meow', and the serious atmosphere in the words is gone." Arthur said.

Toddwell scratched his head in embarrassment and prepared to walk in the direction of the bathroom, but before he could take a few steps, his feet began to go limp, and he fell awkwardly to the ground.

"You useless fellow, don't you even have the strength to walk?" Arthur came over and picked up Thornville, "Come on, I'll wash it for you." "No, no meow," Towell said awkwardly.

"It's noisy!" Arthur dragged the leopard-man boy into the bathroom.

"Meow" when the bath water poured down from his head, Thornville shivered.

"Okay, go to the bathtub and bubble, don't get faint. Arthur said.

Thornville shyly climbed into the tub. Immersed in the hot water, he relaxed a little.

"And then—" Arthur grabbed Towell's hand, "and sure enough, the nails grew so much at once. It's time for you to fix it. He picked up the knife and prepared to help Towell get his manicure: "Don't move, I'm not responsible for cutting my fingers." Thorwell didn't speak.

Time passed quietly like this, and the leopard boy soaked in the hot water watched without saying a word as the knight in front of him was doing the kind of work that only a servant would do. Who is a slave and who is a master, is this position reversed?

"Don't," Towell muttered to himself, unable to bear it any longer, "don't be so nice to me, I'm just a monster." "Monsters?

Where have the same words ever been heard. Arthur was stunned for a moment, his head ached, and memories of the past poured out like a tidal wave.

Initially just one person.

Then, met him.

"Arthur," the red-haired boy said as he looked at the pale boy, "I'm Kai, and we'll be brothers from now on." - Originally, everything was no longer important.

"Hmph, you dirty kitten. The red-haired boy scrubbed his brother's hair and washed the foam off the boy's body with water.

The pale-faced boy was indifferent to everything, as if he himself was not here and now at all, but at the end of another shijie.

The red-haired boy knew it in his heart. The other party's empty eyes are proof of his indifference to Shijie. He no longer cares about everything, ignores everything, gives up thinking, and even gives up hope of living.

That's the eyes of the dead.

"You'll get better someday. The red-haired boy sighed under his breath, "I used to be like you, so I know." You'll come back here one day. "The knight who once saved the red-haired boy has long since become a pillar in the boy's heart. For the first time, he understood that this shijie was not so indifferent and ruthless, and for the first time, he had a vision of the world. That was only three or four years ago.

This time, it's my turn to save you. The red-haired boy looked at his unrelated brother.

Another day, the red-haired teenager wanders around the slum with a note.

"It's terrible to ask a child to buy him wine. He sighed, then turned to the pale boy and said, "Come on, Arthur." Walking outside is good for your condition. It's just that you remember to keep up with me. "Now that I think about it, it was really a child's stupid idea.

How could it be possible to keep up.

By the time the red-haired boy had bought the wine and looked back at his brother, his brother had already walked a long distance and, unfortunately, had crashed into a hooligan.

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with you?!" The hooligans began to surround the pale boy, "Why don't you have long eyes when you walk?!! Suddenly bumped into me and soiled my clothes, how should you compensate for it?!" It's really terrible.

"Hey, why don't you speak? You little rabbit doesn't even understand politeness?!" Seeing that the pale boy didn't say a word, the hooligans became even more arrogant.

"Wait a minute!" the red-haired boy hurriedly rushed over to his brother, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry! This is my brother, he's a fool, and he's dumb, and can't speak." He's just a little kid, uncle, you can't adults have a lot of them, can you spare him?" "Spare him?!" The hooligan who took the lead sneered, "Boy, are you an idiot? How could I easily spare you?!" He kicked the red-haired boy to the ground.

"Come on, boy, kowtow to Uncle! Maybe I'll spare you after kowtowing!" "Is this so?" The red-haired boy didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, so he knelt in front of the hooligan and kowtowed several times.

"Is this okay, uncle?" "Well, it's okay. The rascal said with a look of satisfaction. However, just when the red-haired boy thought that he could breathe a sigh of relief when he was fine, the hooligan sneered, "Lied to you." After the hooligans in the lead gave him a look, a group of hooligans rushed up and punched and kicked the red-haired boy. After a frenzy, they rummaged through the pockets of the red-haired boy and found a few poor copper coins, and then they began to get even more annoyed.

"Dead boy, is he poor and white?" said the hooligan viciously, "Lang has spent so much time with us, and you are dead!" The hooligans beat him even more violently, and his fists and feet rained down on the red-haired boy, and in no time it took him to the ground.

"Wooh!" the red-haired boy spat out a mouthful of blood and remained motionless.

"Tsk, isn't that going to work? It's not fun. The rascal who took the lead kicked again, and seeing that the red-haired boy was still unmoving, he began to turn his gaze to the other child.