At dusk, Silreth walked towards the lodgings with a tired face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe sun that was about to sink pulled out a lonely shadow in front of her, and she looked at this shadow, and was about to laugh at herself for being helpless as usual, but she found that there was a person at the end of the shadow. The man sat with his back to the trunk of the tree, his legs stretched out, blocking her way back to the treehouse.

"Oh my gosh. Silreth reached out and covered her forehead, the embarrassing events of the day had caused her to forget all about Wall, and now that she was almost home, she was in trouble?

Her soft sigh startled Wall, who was so bored that he was napping.

Wall turned his head to see the woman he was waiting for standing beside him, a backlit face that couldn't tell whether he liked or disliked, and couldn't help but smile and stand up. How to express the merit next?

His brain, which had almost rusted from drowsiness, began to work hard, but before he could "dig out his heart and lungs" to show his loyalty, his stomach rumbled after a long day of hunger.

"Ugh. Wall raised his arm and greeted Syrreth with an embarrassed expression, and his heart secretly resented the Drydos.

"Didn't you just tell them to get out?" thought to Wall. No one really cared about him for a whole day, causing him to make a fool of himself in front of Cyrith on an empty stomach.

"You've been waiting here without even eating?" asked Sireth, frowning.

"I don't feel hungry......" Wall replied without thinking. As soon as he blurted out these words, his stomach made another strange noise. This time, Wall really wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into. He coughed lightly twice and began to search for lines to play the round.

Siris couldn't help but smile and sigh at his clumsy appearance.

"You're here to amuse me. She pursed her lips again, and the corners of her mouth showed shallow pear vortices.

This rare glimmer of smile fell into Wall's eyes like a meter of sunlight in the canyon, and he smiled a little silly.

"Maybe. Wall muttered. For a moment he thought that his stupid bubbling appearance might be crooked, but then Wall noticed that the two pear vortices of Hirres were missing, and the corners of her mouth that she had managed to raise were down, and her whole body looked extremely haggard.

"You're not happy? I'm annoying you?" asked Wall, a little nervous.

"No, no, it's none of your business. Silreth subconsciously avoided Wall's concern.

"I'm just tired, I need a good rest, you go eat. She skirted Wall and headed straight for her quarters.

"Silris. Wall called out behind her.

She stopped and turned to look back.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Wall again. "Don't pick a bunch of jobs by yourself, you don't have to be stupid to deliver the labor to your door, right?"

Silreth chuckled, the man who had made her own idea was implying that he was a laborer who sent him to the door?, she really wanted to find someone to give out the block in her heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Syrith finally spoke, "I need Aura to stay here, but I feel sorry for her...... Then I told her that she could leave if she wanted to, and stay if she wanted to. ”

"She'll stay. Wall said.

"How do you know?"

"She's just a dead eye, since she saved this village, she won't leave it alone. If you go with her everywhere, you know that this girl is like my idiot brother. ”

"Idiot?

"Who else?" said Wall, shrugging his shoulders.

"You're really comforting. Hillres commented harshly.

She turned and stepped up the wooden ladder to the house, and Wall, who was standing behind her, did not say goodbye to her or say goodbye. She stepped onto the platform and stood in front of the door, and all that poured into her ears was the rustling of the evening breeze blowing the leaves, as if she had been alone at night all along.

"He's leaving?" Cyris subconsciously looked down the platform, and she noticed that Wall was looking up at her.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" asked Sireth.

"Won't you invite me to dinner, I'll have to go back tomorrow......"

The words stopped talking, and it sounded a little aggrieved.

"He's going back. Sirrise's expression froze.

"He said Ola would stay and he was going back. ”

She saw that his figure and appearance under the sunset became blurred, and all that remained in her memory was a figure who kept playing tricks with her and constantly unloading her burdens. However, the figure in her mind and his appearance at the moment made her unable to see clearly, and she suddenly felt a little lost.

"You want me to invite you into the house for dinner?" asked Sirreth suddenly.

"You promised?" said Wal's voice, with a hint of hope.

"No!" Silreth smiled maliciously, and then she added, "I'll send you off tomorrow, and we'll go for a walk together." ”

"Just the two of us?"

"Hmm. ”

"Yes, yes!" Wall replied busily.

Cyrreth opened the door in front of him and flashed inside. Wall exhaled and turned towards the quarters that had been arranged for him in the village, and as he had left, a figure emerged from the nearby bushes and ran in the other direction......

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for some people, but some people are disturbed by chaotic thinking, while others are staying up all night planning a "comeback".

In the territory of the peregrine falcon, in the palace-like building, Gretel was on one knee with her head down. The veins on his forehead were bruised, and dripping cold sweat was dripping down the corners of his forehead. He was barebacked, with a few fresh whiplash marks on his back and a freshly crusted wound. Suddenly, the sound of a whip flicking sounded in his ears, and Gretel subconsciously closed his eyes, ready to bear the new pain, but the expected punishment did not come, he heard something fall behind him, and footsteps turned from behind him, away from him.

"Crazy!" Gretel cursed inwardly.

He opened his eyes, but did not look up at Drogris, who was alone with him, so as not to hide the resentment in his heart, and see through his eyes the "tyrant" in front of him.

And this disguised humility seems to be very useful to Zogris. I heard Drogris say leisurely, "Get up and put on your clothes." ”

It sounded like a grace.

Gretel put on his coat blankly, covering his whip-scarred back.

Ever since he suffered a big loss on the nightingale's side, Dragogris has been angry with others, and this "tyrant" has a little affection for himself compared to those who died in vain. However, the reason why he only scolded himself was probably because he still needed a lackey to do things for him.