"I don't understand why you're taking his dentures."

On the way back, the old bachelor asked so many questions, but until the end, Lan Li didn't answer this question directly, just smiled and smiled.

Relying on the identity of a child, the other party obviously had no choice but to do anything to him, so he had no choice but to leave.

Outside the heavy brown wood door, the footsteps of the bachelor faded away.

The room was very quiet, and the smell of burning candles was constantly lingering in the nose. The candle shadow was reflected in the slightly cluttered corduroy mat on the floor, occasionally swaying in the light of the fire.

Lan Li, who was sitting at the head of the bed, stared unblinkingly at the lower alveolar dentures wrapped in a white silk handkerchief, a total of three, probably made of real teeth knocked out of the mouth of a dead man.

The roots of the three teeth were blackened at the mating of the wooden trays, and the color gradually turned yellow upwards, and a peculiar smell emanated from the boy's hand as he played with it—not a stench, but a peculiar scent.

The ink is mixed with parchment and is interspersed with a silky burnt.

That's right, the scent wasn't coming from the head of Wild Wilde itself, but from his dentures.

There was an urge to clench the dentures in his heart, as if he could discover the true effect of this thing if he did so. However, despite the efforts to pursue it, when the matter came, Lan Li hesitated again.

"What happens when you hold it tightly?"

"Why dentures? Or rather, why teeth? ”

All sorts of thoughts kept him hesitating, but when he caught a glimpse of the Mill round mirror on the table not far away, all negative thoughts suddenly dissipated.

Inside the mirror was the face of a boy less than five years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and a tangled face, which seemed to be preoccupied.

A message also quietly emerged - [Race Level: LV1]

……

Boy, information ......

Lan Li silently made up her mind.

So he pulled his handkerchief away, and his right hand gripped the dirty-looking crude denture tightly.

Then, as if he had touched the door of another world, his clear mind quickly dimmed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Everything around me became trance-like, the red light of the candles was dragged like a meteor in the sky, the hard walls of the room seemed to become a thick and distant dim sky, and the touch of the feather bed was as soft as water, as cool as water......

The black-haired boy collapsed on the bed without a struggle, and his sleepy little face flashed with surprise.

Time passed quietly, and the new ash candle was from the first brand new, to a third of the melt, and the flame swayed, the wax liquid dripped, flowed like tears, flowed on the pillar, and finally gathered in the brass plate below and gradually solidified.

The tranquil atmosphere outside the tower gradually changed, and the closed windows kept all the wind and rain out, but not the roar of thunder. The tremor of the wind also made this quiet little bedroom noisy, the window glass trembled and wailed, and the rain needles rushed in through the gaps in the edges, and the drops of water penetrated softly and tenaciously.

Lan Li was not affected at first, and the appearance of slumping on the bed remained the same as before, and there was a trace of surprise in the tranquility of his cheeks.

However, at a certain moment, after the flicker of electricity outside the window, the black-haired boy who had been sleeping quietly quickly sat up, and then involuntarily fell to the head of the bed, kneeling on the corduroy mat on the ground and retching in pain.

The stomach was empty, but it seemed to be filled with liquid, and with saliva dripping, Lan Li, who was staring at the floor, gasped for breath and couldn't help but tremble.

It wasn't until he noticed his surroundings that the tremor slowly subsided, his heartbeat went from violent to flat, and the panic on his face gradually calmed down.

"It's also fake, yes, it's all, it's all-"

He muttered, sat up on his knees, and threw aside the dentures in his hand that still emitted "fragrance", but he didn't want to follow the ping-pong sound of bones hitting the ground, but a sticky green came into his eyes.

It was a bunch of seaweed, sticking to the dentures like a strand of hair. If you look closely, you can see that its dark green surface still has seawater dripping and speckled traces of white particles like sea salt......

Staring blankly at the inconspicuous seaweed, he opened his mouth and stammered, but he could no longer get the words out of his mouth.

The small bedroom fell silent, except for the occasional thunder outside the window, and the wind slammed into the glass windows.

The heavy rain turned into fine hairs and seeped in, and the stone floor near the window had gathered to form a pool of water, soaking the rush grass that had been laid on it and becoming soft and fragile.

I don't know how long later, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Little master, look, a smuggler has brought us food! Let's go and see! ”

"Onion Knight?" Lan Li subconsciously turned his head to look, but all he saw was the trembling door.

"There's onions, but they're smugglers, not knights. Let's go and see it, young master, you can still see that they are waiting in the hall for the housekeeper to arrange a room! ”

Without giving the servants a chance to come in, Lan Li quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts into his heart when he heard this, and then stood up and ran out. After a few brief questions, he hurried with his servants to the bottom of the tower.

On the first floor of the tower was a large hall, and it seemed that everyone in the castle had gathered at this time, and it was very noisy. With the sound of greetings, Lan Li met the cook Aissy, the stable boy Amon, the family guard Ben, and the kennel manager Holder.

They were talking around and talking, each with roughly the same expression, surprise, disappointment, surprise and disappointment.

At first, Lan Li didn't pay much attention to all this, because his attention was all on the three people not far from the crowd.

A square face, a round face, and a pointed face.

They were all dressed in inconspicuous black cloth robes and brown linen trousers, covered with gray wool cloaks, and their hoods crumpled against their backs, still dripping.

Although they were currently alone in the corner, it was as if they were being surrounded by everyone in the middle of the hall and pointing, and even two of them were very uncomfortable, but the thin, ordinary-looking man with brown hair and brown eyes at the head was quite calm.

"Your name is Davoss?" Lan Li leaned in and asked, looking at this middle-aged man who was not quite the same as he remembered.

"Yes." The questioned smuggler glanced at the short servant who followed him and the boy's golden velvet clothes with his weather-beaten brown eyes, and bowed slightly humorously, "Lord Lanli, Davos is at your disposal. ”

He had a unique vision and a clear understanding of what was going on inside the castle. But Lan Li didn't say anything about it, but glanced at the crowd gathered not far away, and asked.

"Only onions and pickled fish?"

"I'm sorry." The other party replied. "The rainstorm was so sudden that we didn't have time to react. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the water is good, you probably never see us again. ”

Undisguisedly, his expression looked very lost.

The smuggler's boat capsized, and most of the boatload of food he was carrying was lost, which not only frustrated Lan Li's original expectations, but also trivialized the smuggler's own risk of crossing the blockade to come to the rescue.

They didn't save much food, and although they didn't see it, they could understand it by listening to the discussion not far away. Lan Li even heard the little brother of the stableman say that the food brought by the smugglers was not enough for their own share, and made the castle have three more mouths.

"I mean, before the boat capsizes, there were only onions and pickled fish?" He asked again.

Lan Li actually wanted to ask why his boat capsized, because normally this ship should not capsize.

The Onion Knight should bring a boatload of onions and become the savior of Storm's End, otherwise how could he be called the Onion Knight?

But who can answer this question?

Things obviously didn't go the way they came, but what was the meaning behind that, and what were the consequences of the lack of food?

He instinctively refused to think about it.

"Only onions and pickled fish." Davos answered the boy's question.

Lan Li sighed with a mixture of words, took a few steps back and said goodbye, and was about to turn around and leave.

But he had only taken two steps before he suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at the middle-aged man who had begun to talk in a low voice with his companion.

"Have you ever been to the Iron Islands, Davos?"

He didn't expect him to suddenly come back and ask questions, but the smuggler replied without a pause as if he had been waiting for an answer: "I've been there a few times, the earliest was ten years ago, and the most recent one was at the beginning of this year." ”

"Do you know anything about the Ironmen's flooding ritual?"

Davos wondered why the child of the great nobleman would ask such a question, but he replied, "It depends on what you know." ”

"Death, how can we reduce the likelihood of dying when flooded?"

"You can work on rescue skills after the fact. While the Ironfolk Drowned Priest claimed that they were performing the Drowning Kiss of Life, in fact it was—"

"What about the flooded?" Lan Li interrupted the other party.

His blue eyes seemed to turn into two dark pools in the dim environment, and the luster emanating from them was unpredictable.

"I mean, if you're a flooded person, how do you make yourself more likely to live?"

"This ......"

Davos didn't know how to speak.

He felt that the question asked by the brunette boy was very strange.