"That's right, Al. www.biquge.infoTurning his head in relief, Canette looked at the Dire-Pony, who was busy lighting the fuel lamp with a match in his mouth, and smiled, "Thank you for saving me." ”

"→_→......" Dire Pony still ignores it, just lights the fuel lamp and gets closer to Canette again. She stuck out her tongue and licked the witcher's face.

"Okay, don't touch me yet...... It's very uncomfortable right now. Sighing, Canette touched the horse's head, and there was a sharp pain in his brain: "I'll play with you tomorrow, okay? You go to sleep first, I'm going to die." ”

"=_=......" Al still stared at him in protest.

"Okay, okay...... Are you so worried about me? The evil spirit won't come back. Listening to the commotion of the guards chasing the evil spirits outside the window, Carnet calmed down: "You can rest quickly." ”

"=・=......" Al opened his mouth and snorted, and then ignored him and turned his head away from Cannet.

The Dire Pony looked restless, and his expression was extremely wary. She seemed to be on the lookout for ghosts to strike again. As a Dire, the El is strong enough to deal with all spirit creatures. If you have a trustworthy Dire horse with you, it will be much easier to deal with a lot of things.

As soon as he thought of this, Canette was extremely glad that he had been with Al in the first place. When the writing horse offered to travel with her, Canette was so frightened that she hesitated to accept it.

Sure enough, everything is a butterfly effect...... Although he was grateful to Al for saving his life, Carnet thought about it and cried and laughed: it was Al who first forced himself into this job. If she doesn't kick anyone, it's fine.

But it's useless to think about it now, after all, I'm wrong.

...... Hey, forget it. A sense of chagrin came, and Canette began to laugh at herself: I basically guessed that I would not get paid for this kind of work of unknown origin, and it is not surprising that this situation has become like this. It's all self-made.

After a little thought, Canette probably understood why he couldn't wake up from his sleep in the first place: the ghost cast a spell that suppressed his nervous tissue, causing the brain's signal to wake up to the body unable to be actively transmitted to the body. In this case, only external stimuli can wake him up, which is why Al's voice is so effective.

With a dry mouth, Canette touched her hot forehead and inhaled with difficulty, her throat really wanted to catch fire, and she had to drink some water quickly.

So thirsty......

Trying to prop himself up, Canette was frustrated to find that her whole body was weak and she couldn't reach the kettle.

Is Lao Tzu really going to die here when he is so sick...... The witcher couldn't help but laugh at himself: such a cowardly death is rare in ancient and modern times.

The witcher died in his bed from an ordinary fever! It's a ridiculous joke that it could be published in the goblin and dwarven newspapers, and then hyped up to become the laughing stock of the whole city. Maybe it can even be in the history books.

As if telepathically, Al picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water into the empty glass. Then, he bit the grip of the cup, put his head next to Cannet's head, and handed him the glass.

"You really know how to take care of people...... sighed, and the witcher was moved to take the water cup, drank it all, and took a breath of relief. However, Al immediately poured him another glass, hissing and looking at him expectantly.

Indeed, this cup is not worth anything at all...... Rubbing her thirsty throat, Canette pinched her glass of water and leaned her neck to take a second sip.

The cooled water slid down her dry, swollen throat, giving Canette a comfortable breath and even a burp from drinking too quickly. The cool liquid moisturizes the throat and makes the throat feel a lot more comfortable at once. The brain is even much clearer because of the fluid.

"Thank you, Al. Stroking the horse's head, Canette was satisfied: "It's rare that you are so careful. ”

(⊙v⊙) ......" Al turned his head in great enjoyment, and then hurriedly refilled a glass of water for Canette.

"Forehead......" The egg looked at the glass of water painfully, and Canette had to reluctantly drink it, and gently touched the horse's head again: "It's okay, fever is to drink more water." Our Al is thoughtful. ”

"o(n_n)o~~" Dire raised his horse's hooves happily, and then refilled Canette's glass.

"............" suddenly felt as if his throat was choking, and Carnet stared at the glass as if he were facing a great enemy, and could not say a word: I will vomit if I drink it again

"→_→......" However, at this time, Canette noticed the expectant gaze that Al secretly glanced at, which made him extremely embarrassed. Eventually, he didn't want Al to disappoint his drink, and then noticed that the Dire Pony was leaning his head over in anticipation, rubbing his mouth against Cannet's chest, as if he wanted him to do something.

Looking at Al inexplicably, it took a few seconds for Canette to suddenly realize: It seems that it was because I had just touched her head a few times? Thinking of this, he tentatively touched it again, and sure enough, Al was so happy that he even narrowed his eyes.

Immediately stopped Al, who was still trying to pour water, and Cannet, who was so drunk, quickly rejected the proposal to have another drink, and lay down with his stomach covered. Al flicked his tail in disappointment and lay back on the ground.

This horse is really easy to coax...... Looking at Al lying on the ground with squinted eyes, Canette suddenly wanted to laugh: it's cute when she doesn't kick people.

Dire horses are beautiful in the eyes of many horse lovers, but only for the sake of looking at them. This kind of monster is generally extremely unfriendly to people, and must not be approached at will.

Otherwise, there are probably three possibilities.

A: Kicked to death.

B: Burned to death by black fire

C: Kick it first and burn it to death. The third option is quite likely.

There is inevitably an outlier in every race, and El is an example. I actually went to the witcher and said that we wanted to travel together.

Actually, when you think about it, it's quite witty. She knew that only demon hunters were around, and no monster would attract suspicion.

Feeling another headache, Canette had to lie down, but couldn't sleep anyway. So, with a burning head, he pulled out his notebook, flipped it open to the house and the portrait of the little girl he had drawn earlier, and began to stare at them carefully.

What is wrong with it...... It's strange how you look at the house, Canette shook her head, rather puzzled: I have a problem now. Is this house theirs, or does the little girl know the evil spirit?