After venting, Cross was much calmer, but confusion also came - did he do it for a few seconds of euphoria, for the extreme calm after the passion retreated, or to vent the accumulated anguish of the past to abuse the guy who inadvertently touched his forbidden area?

Seeing Rillez's closed eyes and frowning brow, Cross's face showed a look of disgust, and he subconsciously looked away, only to see that Hawke was still asleep on the bed next to him, and he seemed to be the only one in the large room, and the other two were just empty shells. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I don't know why, Cross suddenly feels strangely lonely, and he suddenly wants to hear something other than his own. Didn't Ririz cough badly before, and why didn't he move at all now?

The word "no movement" struck Cross like a stick, and he reached out to probe the wizard's snort. Learre's breath is like a gossamer, like a soul that can leave the body at any moment.

"Damn, I don't know who killed the doctor!" Cross cursed inwardly.

He recalled what the Shattered Star Arrow had told him before leaving, and hurriedly started to massage Rirez's heart.

"You brought it on yourself, what kind of thing am I? I'll do it to whoever is close, and you shouldn't have exhausted your energy trying to save Hawke. Cross thought viciously.

Pressing Lirezi's heart again and again didn't seem to bring him much improvement. This result made Cross frown, and he dug out the crystal bottle left by the elf from his coat pocket, and there was only a drop of golden potion left in it.

"It's up to you, baby. Cross muttered. He cracked Rurizi's mouth open and dripped the rest of the potion directly into Rirez's mouth.

For a moment, Cross felt Lirezzi's body twitch, and he tried to wake him up by slapping Lirezzi on the cheek, but things didn't go his way, Lirezzi still didn't move, and worse, Cross realized that something was wrong with him - he somehow gave birth to a sense of desolation, like being poured cold water on his heart. No, that's not a good description, it feels more like the heart has become a foreign body that people want to pluck out.

"It's weird. Cross looked at the wizard in horror. Even when he first learned that the doctor was dead, he was not so sad that he wanted to die!

"Is this your curse, and I'm going to be implicated if you die?"

Doesn't Shattered Star Arrow say it? He can't be exempted from servitude by killing a wizard, and Larez wouldn't have cursed him just for communication. Thinking of this, Cross was completely stunned. If the wizard can't get this breath back, will he have to "enjoy" this burst of desolation until he dies?

Luckily, Heaven seems willing to give Cross a chance to repent. Lirezi's chest jerked twice, and then a violent cough echoed through the room, and the strange feeling that plagued Cross disappeared.

Cross exhaled heavily, patting the wizard on the back as if nothing had happened, and picking up the mess, while Lirezi, who had almost met with an accident, did not say a word or open his eyes. When Cross had restored everything to normal, Lirezzi said the word "water" in an even hoarser voice. Only then did Cross remember that the Shattered Star Arrow had taken care of him, and that the potion in the bottle had to be mixed with water before it could be given to Rireth to drink...... With some weakness, he brought a glass of water to the wizard's mouth, but Lirezi turned his head away.

"Give Hawke a drink. ”

Hearing this order with only a few numbers, Cross couldn't help but sneer, and his relationship with the wizard seemed to be back to when he first negotiated the deal. Is this the end of the matter?

As if calculating when Sirreth would return, Cross had just poured Hawke a glass of water when the curtain was lifted behind him. He turned his head and saw that it was Sirreth who had entered the room, but it was not Diledo and Ora who were following him, but an old fellow. What's even more treacherous is that the old guy actually looks a little familiar, and he sniffles as soon as he enters the room.

I don't know if it's because I'm too careful, Cross thinks this guy seems to be looking at himself and Lirizzi with interest.

"Hmm...... Did you let him out?" asked Hawke, who had recovered slightly, in the direction of the curtain.

Hearing this response, Cyreth hurried over to the bed, touched Hawke's forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Anyway, if I can't convince the villagers tomorrow, I can't look at him. It doesn't necessarily mean that he will fall into the hands of Drurgis. Silreth smiled wryly.

"He promised to defend us tomorrow. ”

"Don't be him, I'm by your side. Ask Hawke's body if it's okay, and I'm going to do something with this kid tomorrow. Liadlin said urgently.

"He could. ”

As soon as Hilles was about to ask, a sit-still Rillech burst out of her mouth a few words, a hoarse voice that seemed to be in a changing voice startled Riadlin.

"Little wizard, why are you still so young?" asked Liadlin.

Lirezi closed her lips and said nothing.

"Ahem, huh...... I've heard that Drogris also attacked you later, where have you been all these years?"

"Golden Grove. ”

"Oh...... I see, it looks like those elves have poured you the Fountain of Youth. Hey, I've heard that few people can withstand the toxicity of that thing, and it's not easy for you. I see that this kid is in good health, why don't you let him take the blame for you? Your throat is broken like this, can you still let this kid speak for you after the curse? ”

Liadlin unceremoniously pointed at Cross, who looked at Lirezzi in surprise - what kind of spell had this wizard cast on him?!

"I'm down. Lirezzi replied.

"Well, I'm not talking about you, a wizard like you who abuses amnesia is really ...... Okay, okay, the little girl on the side is stupid, I don't care about your affairs, tomorrow is an important battle for my corpse in 20 years, I have to plan with this sister and brother what to say and what not to say when they come to power tomorrow. ”

"Where do I live?" asked Lirezi......

A short time later, Cross carried Rireth into the treehouse that Hireth had arranged for them, and when he settled Rirez, he found that Rireth had fallen asleep.

Cross sat in a chair to the side and involuntarily reached for the pipe in his arms, but he put it away after glancing at Rillezi.

"I really didn't expect that old guy to be Liadlin, who has been cheating corpses for twenty years. This deceitful creature must have seen some signs, right?" thought to himself, as he recalled the heart-wrenching words that Riadlin had uttered "unintentionally", and suddenly touched the hollowness of his face.

The Fountain of Youth, which Ririzi had drunk, was a poison that not many people could hold, the curse that Rirezi had cast should have allowed him to share the pain for him, and Rirezi was abusing the art of amnesia.

Cross suddenly remembered that whenever the wizard treated the wounded, those injuries were surprisingly calm, and even the guy at the entrance of the village who was mortally injured and had to be abandoned walked very calmly. Is it because this wizard is abusing amnesia to make people forget their pain? So when he is dying, all the pain that should not be forgotten returns?

Cross didn't know what to make of the wizard in front of him for a moment.

"What the hell are you playing, and for whom?," he muttered.

"Oblivion. A word popped into Kroos's heart.