When he was thrown out, Thomas was still in a dazed state.

Regardless of height and weight, all aspects of physical fitness and fighting skills are superior, but he was numb in his knees by the poet's just right move, staggered and almost fell on the dwarf.

"What do you mean, Ewell?" asked Thomas, who had pinched the Plague Dagger, resisting the urge to throw his throwing knife.

"She's crying because of Kull, you bastard!" said the poet with a look of grief on his face.

"Cry Kurgal, what are you looking for me?" Thomas clearly didn't want to get involved in their terrible deal.

Blaming his own negligence for the stumble just now, he still didn't want to use the knife against Ewell, who rushed over, but the poet's fingers happened to grab him in the pool. Thomas's arm was numb, and he was twisted by the poet, folded and pulled.

If a warrior monk or a warrior could point to the acupuncture, but the poet would too, it would be strange to him.

With his left hand he grabbed the poet and grabbed his right hand, and with his left hand he overcame the strength of Ewell's whole body. The right hand then holds down the poet in turn.

But even when Thomas countered it, the poet still hummed a minor tune and flipped his left hand to reveal two dice.

Thomas gave up the usual grappling technique, and shot like electricity, "snapping" the dice off.

Ewell: "......"

Clasped his hands behind his back, Thomas held it down with one hand, and raised his fist to smash it down: "Do you think I'm blind and can't see that you're using the poet's arcane?"

Although the Poet's arcane arts are not as comprehensive and powerful as the mage, they do have many wonderful moves that are infinitely useful, and the Ranger is similar.

He heard Kurgal shout with some joy and coquettishness, "Oh, don't you two fight. Hmm~~ Really!"

"Good!" Thomas replied, his fist still ramming into the poet's face.

Even the poet's handsome face was lowered to the level of an undead creep, and he was persuaded by the dwarves and gnomes to let Ewell go.

Kurgal stroked the poet's face in distress and glared angrily at the dwarf: "Damn, this guy's friends are worse than the other. ”

The poet coughed in pain, clutching his chest and abdomen, which had been beaten by the dwarves, before he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"He just invoked the Creation Mantra, and his body can't hold it anymore, and you're still beating him like this!" Kurgal shouted angrily at the dwarf. It doesn't matter who wins or loses Thomas and the poet, the point is that the act of the two males fighting makes her feel the joy of being valued.

Sloring maintained his usual calm look, confident in his strength and the quality of his armor and iron gloves, and Thomas was not necessarily as hard as he could punch in either hand.

"It reminds me of the famous cup moss among the people," and the gnome had learned some of Thomas's vocabulary, though some of the pronunciation was inaccurate: "A great kohlrabi and arms merchant, in his unlicensed trading life, had the infamous riot of seventy-two gibbons." In that incident, the shadow thief Verrag was tragically killed, and relatives of our lovely inventor and businessman, all over the country, testified that he was in their house at the time of the crime......"

Just as cats regard other creatures as inferior, gnomes regard races that cannot listen at high speed at the same time as mentally retarded. But their magnanimity allowed other races to interrupt the gnomes' gushing, as if they were allowed to be called by their humble nicknames.

Baihua is also expressionless, if it weren't for Thomas frantically stopping in the Psychic Link, I'm afraid she would have put the poet's white knife into the red knife out.

Thomas was pained to find that he might be the most merciful of the group.

He couldn't help but wonder, "Am I wrong, the person who can use the creation mantra is not a bad person." ”

When Ewell woke up in his bed, Kurgal held his hand and fell asleep with tears on his face. Thomas sat at the table in his room, flipping through the scores that Kurgal had written for him, but he couldn't read them except the names.

"Iron-blooded, meaningful life, always hello in the world...... Laughing Hongchen...... Wrong path...... There are a lot of classic martial arts songs......" Thomas heard the movement and turned around: "It seems that you have a very good relationship." ”

"No, Mr. Thomas, you misunderstood. The poet said: "Kurgal is a good girl, but I can't save her, and neither can her current fiancé." Only you can save her......"

The poet looks like a rival in a romance novel or TV series who is defeated and retreats, entrusts the female protagonist to the male protagonist and then retires or rushes into the street. Thomas was stunned by the word "fiancé" and did not answer.

The psalmist continues: "She has had many wounds, she has been through many tribulations. So she was very lonely and lonely, afraid of being alone, and longing for company, if not the night and thunder. She's someone who needs a lot of love......"

Drawing out her right hand would alarm the mage, and Ewell gently stroked her head with his left hand, an expression so gentle that Thomas reminded him of himself and Blossom.

"I used to mistakenly think I could satisfy her, and I was wrong...... A man like me can't just stay in one place, and she needs love that is tender and passionate enough. I can't give her the care and companionship, thoughtfulness and comfort, care and affection she needs. ”

Thomas had never been so bluntly expressed, especially a man, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"She is stubborn and independent on the outside, but we all know the softness and scars on her inside......" Thomas nodded.

"Before I met you this time, she was a man who could have a relationship. That's because she wants to warm each other to soothe her loneliness, so she ......"

"So I don't take it!"

The poet, who was interrupted, looked up at him in dismay, and Thomas was not good at telling the poet: "Your whole judgment is wrong, although Kurgal is strong and worthy of sympathy, but as a straight man, ......"

"No," Thomas said in a calm and firm tone, "I won't take this plate!"

He thought for a moment and said, "First of all, I have someone I like, and secondly, I don't want to be the dispensable man of the past like you!"

"Uh...... I mean, because you need love, you can't just love someone. 'Mutual love' and 'loneliness' are different things...... I'm not born cynical, I crave companionship, and I love, but I don't want to deliberately pretend I'm in love with anyone. If you can do it casually, it's no longer true love!"

"You and Kurgal may be wandering flowers because of a desire for 'love'. But I may have the same reason as you, I choose not to love because I long for true 'love'!"

At this moment, the pious light on Thomas's face seemed to have completely overwhelmed the poet.

The poet understands that if he and Kurgal are the ones who are honest about their desires, then this ranger is the one who overcomes their desires. To live for yourself and to live for your faith, to be spurned and cursed and ridiculed for being withdrawn and indifferent...... He and Ranger are two diametrically opposed pairs, but they both give up on what others think of. Even the ranger gave up more, so much that he was a little jealous of the ranger's ease.

"Not loving" because 'love' requires believing, expecting, and respecting it. ”

Baihua, who was listening quietly, raised her tail and rubbed it on Thomas. Receiving the cat's approval is the highest compliment for him.

"Wait!" Seeing that Thomas was about to turn away, the poet did not care to wake up Kurgal: "I want to make a bet with you, and if you lose, I will ......"

Thomas, who was worried that his words were too hard and had no way to apologize, was overjoyed, and he said with a straight face: "Okay, if I win, you won't talk about it anymore, and you will identify it for me for free." If you win, I'll give you a tune. ”

The poet noticed that the ranger was playing wildly, looked at Kuhl, who was pretending to be asleep, and nodded, "Okay, but I'm going to compete with you on the instrument." ”

"Hmph!" Thomas sneered: "Compared to musical instruments, who have I been afraid of when I only refer to the piano demon Thomas and the soul suona Mossad? Even if the Red Army Erhu Emperor is reborn and Prime Minister Zhuge is reincarnated, he may not be able to defeat me." ”

Kurgal couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That's not necessarily, there is also Lihua!"