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Late at night.

Kuvey was ready to go back to his tent to rest—to be honest, he had been busy all day.

Although I was in a state of unconsciousness for the first half of the day.

"Captain—" He had barely taken two steps when a crisp voice came from behind him, and he looked back to see a girl trotting over with a cup full of hot tea.

"Eh, that's not who—what's wrong?" he asked.

That...... Who's that?

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched, but she still remembered the "business" and continued: "I...... I heard that you drink anti-alcohol medicine, and I wonder if this will be better for you. ”

Couvey did explain why he was so sober...... Whoever hears this will mourn for him.

“...... No, I don't want to drink anything at night. ”

"Huh?" the girl was stunned.

Who doesn't know that Kuvi drinks late into the night every day.

"Really. Kuwei was serious, thinking that this girl's tangled thing was this, "I drank too much and wanted to pee in the middle of the night!"

“......”

——

With that, Kuvey ignored the petrified girl and returned to his tent with a calm expression.

It was pitch black and a little cold in the tent.

He didn't say anything, and was snapping his fingers and turning on the alchemy lamp built into the tent.

Syllable.

A figure was clearly visible—she was on a table at the end of the tent, her legs dangling, and with an inexplicable smile on her face—Theresa the Goldfinse.

"Damn?!Why do you want to scare Lao Tzu?!" Kuvey felt that he was going to be scared of his life.

What the hell is it, breaking into the boudoir at night...... Phew, what's wrong.

"Huh. The Golden Finch was inexplicably in a good mood, and didn't care about Kuvi's excessive reaction, "You're still affectionate." ”

“...... Do you know what that word means, little?" Couvey froze, then a little disdain—but there seemed to be some bitterness underneath it.

The Plantagenet laughed.

Well, it's very ironic, so to speak.

"Don't say it. That thing...... I guess it can't be changed. ”

"I didn't say it could be changed, everyone was the same. The goldfinch said meaningfully, "What do you share with each other." ”

“......”

There was silence.

"Tell me, you've done so many things, what the hell do you want to do. Kuvey let out a long sigh and patted the barrier inside the tent to isolate the outside environment, and said in a deep voice.

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"Oh?" said Goldfinch, who didn't understand.

"I remember you saying that the remnants of the Dark Shadow Clan were useless. "Besides, how can the Transit House know the origin of a follower of Athonius and let you deal with it?" ”

"......" The goldfinch was silent, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Couvey continued, "I think you're planning something again, and it's up to me — and more importantly, you're here now, and it's not going to be nothing." ”

"I didn't mean to say the wrong thing. "There is indeed a believer of Athonius here. ”

“？！”

"The Dark Shadow Clan's goal is clear, but it's better to ...... than me Say it's you. ”

......

Kuvey froze, wondering when he had become the target of these Dark Shadow Clans.

Although it is true that he has always been very targeted at the Dark Shadow Clan.

"Does drinking too much alcohol make my IQ drop?" said Plantagenet.

“......”

"Shul asked for me, and the robbers had hardly been to that area before, and I had the impression that it was indeed a 'safe zone'. The Plantagenet added.

Hearing this, Kuvey narrowed his eyes and thought, and suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, which made his somewhat chaotic thoughts at night clear in an instant—and made his eyes widen suddenly.

"What do you mean......"

"Someone has set you up with a bureau, Kuvey. If you're drunk, even if you don't get subdued by those robbers, you'll ...... the next time you meet the Shadow Clan" The Golden Sparrow's voice was rare and soft, but it revealed a hint of weirdness.

"Who would that be......" Couvey frowned.

"When do you think it's just right to catch you? ”

“...... the groove. ”

No way?

- Unity within the mercenary group has always been a praised quality, for whom either they will never believe it, or they will never believe it.

The feeling is subtle.

"That person gave me a bad feeling. "Still, in your opinion, I've always been selfish, haven't I?" said the Goldfinch slowly. ”

“...... You've changed a bit. Covey scratched his hair, "To be honest, I'm surprised that you're willing to tell me that someone is plotting against me. ”

“...... Thanks a lot. ”

“......”

The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.

Kuvey sighed a little: "If you had been the same at Arsene Wenger, Luke wouldn't have distrusted you to this point. ”

"You seem to have misunderstood something. ”

Huh?

There was her usual indifference in the expression of the goldfinch, as if it had not changed all along.

Looking at her like this, Kuvey remembered the withdrawn and thin girl a long time ago—she gradually turned from withdrawn to cold, and became intimidating.

He hadn't seen her in a while, but he hadn't expected her to become so much.

It's really different.

There was warmth in her eyes, which had only been lonely and cold, and she occasionally smiled.

Is it because of the teenager?

That could be ......

"My purpose has not changed, so there is no need to change my opinion, the trouble is dead. The goldfinch's voice was cold.

Couvey blinked.

"What's more, since you're struggling with me about this matter now, rather than the mess within your own mercenary group, it proves that you should have made a decision. I'm nosy. The goldfinch snorted coldly, "Let's go." ”

If Kuvey really didn't notice anything about this, he could now focus on his personality change?

The thought of being nosy made Goldfinch a little angry.

It's a hassle to run to this place without leaving a trace.

I knew it would have cooled him down.

"Uh...... It's a bit of a feeling, but if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found a good excuse. Thank you. "Also, I think I've been bored lately, otherwise it would be nice to go to Wenger and make a summary." ”

"......" the figure of the goldfinch left for a moment—he turned his head, stopped talking, and after a few deliberations, he said, "You...... This man is sick. ”

“...... I thought you'd say it's a pleasure. ”

"Long-winded!" cried the goldfinch, and walked out without looking back.

There is also a meaning of "if you say one more word, I will regret it".

"......", this has not changed at all.

The little girl is still so reserved?

Phew, she doesn't seem to be a little girl anymore.