A small island in the ocean

As the sun sunken below the distant horizon, the sky darkened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the starry night sky, the island beach -

Four figures gathered around a campfire on the beach, eating dinner...... It's a camping state.

So, since it's camping, why does the camping atmosphere seem so awkward?

"......" Yami and Yash sat next to each other, holding the bowl and drinking the broth, silent.

Next to her, the maid lady still looked like she was slumped...... It can be clearly seen through the bangs, staring at the kitchen knife with resentful eyes.

In this case, I absolutely need to comfort it.

However, comfort is not Ammy and Yash's specialty, and it is better to not know how to comfort at all, if you want to ask why their master did not teach them to persuade people-

-- Memories of the Past --

"What's comfort? Can you eat it...... Remember, when someone else is lost, all we have to do is to keep sprinkling salt on his wounds, or make double swords on his body and spirit, until the other person is discouraged and finally goes to the abyss of despair of suicide, that is the most pleasant!"

“...... What if the other person is an important person?"

"Then pretend you don't see it. Alice, who was lying on the bed drinking milk tea, made a move, looked at the surface ripples in the milk tea cup, and her gray eyes were cold: "In the final analysis, the guy who needs to be comforted by others is just a useless beast, with the first time and the second time, he can't even overcome the shadow in his heart, why do he still live in the world and don't choose death, and even affect others." A faint smile could not hear any emotion.

"Of course, you two imps are very cute and have good looks. Shaking the milk tea in her hand, Alice then drank it slowly: "At that time, I will try not to laugh at you." A harmless smile turned his head.

Yash and Yami: "......"

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While Yami and Yash are caught up in the memories of spending their days bullying with Alice in an airship, Rodriguez has set up a magical enchantment around the tent to repel mosquitoes and warn at night.

"The island is inhabited by tribes...... There should be a blacksmith shop. "It's not that I haven't noticed the abnormality of the maid, if you persuade her, as long as you find the reason, it's very simple, after thinking about it for a while, Mr. Deacon said with a smile in a nice voice...... The meaning speaks for itself.

Sure enough, the effect is full -

Miss !! "" immediately rushed in front of Mr. Deacon and grabbed Rodriguez by the shoulder, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

Speaking of which, the strength of the ghost clan is really strong, the shoulder was unconsciously pinched by the maid lady and gurgling, and the unexpected pain made Rodriguez's smile a little unbearable.

“...... Tribes who want to travel to this island still wait until tomorrow is appropriate, and the current priority should be to regain strength. Holding back the pain, Rodriguez removed the maid's hand as he spoke. At the same time, he took a bowl that had been filled with food by Yami and handed it to the maid lady.

"......" The latter, who had regained his spirits, nodded and reached out to take it.

Rodriguez finally breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out and rubbing his shoulder, which was still aching afterwards.

However, at this moment, Rodriguez sensed something and raised his head to look at the grass not far from the shore of the beach, shrouded in night darkness.

All the trees rustled in the sea breeze.

"Won't Rodriguez eat?" Yami's call pulled Rodriguez's gaze back.

"No, nothing...... Speaking of which, I was indeed hungry in my stomach. Rodriguez smiled and sat around the campfire, temporarily dampening his doubts...... Delusion.

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Early the next morning.

Rodriguez took his companions to the tribe of the natives of the island.

Should I say that I am worthy of being a native, I can see the difference from the mainlander at a glance...... The decoration of the feathers of birds and beasts on the body as people imagined, and the animal skin wrapped around the body, interprets the term "natives of the deep mountains".

However, although they are indigenous, it seems that they have also migrated from the mainland before, so it is natural for the continental lingua franca to say that communication is not a problem.

Although it seems to be a bit backward, the village is called by tribes, and as you can imagine from the clothing, the houses of these natives are level, cone-shaped grass and wooden houses made of firewood, grass and sticks, and the doors of the houses are covered by huge dark green banana leaves.

"Husband, it's all right, it's open, it's strong, it's !!durable," said the maid, standing in front of one of the larger cottages, which was the tribe's blacksmith's shop, and asked the deputy to show off his proud product due to the visitor's visit, the elder of the blacksmith shop patted his chest and assured.

After the maid lady chooses a new kitchen knife that she is satisfied with, she is about to settle the bill when the problem comes.

It turned out that this island, far from the mainland, was of little use to the natives of this tribe, and what they wanted was to exchange goods.

However, in terms of supplies, Miss Maid and her party are not merchants, so naturally there are no goods that locals can look at...... Except, of course, for food.

There is still a lot of meat left in yesterday's ironclad sea turtle, and the natives of this ferocious demonic beast naturally dare not hunt it, and it is undoubtedly a good means of exchange at the moment.

After Rodriguez consulted with the elders of the blacksmith shop and the chieftain of the tribe, the chief and the elder expressed their willingness to exchange the tribe's specialties for the fresh meat of the ironclad turtles.

Soon, under the leadership of Rodriguez, the chief and the elder led a small group of tribesmen to follow.

After coming to the shore and seeing the corpse of the ironclad turtle, the chief and the elder exclaimed excitedly, and the tribesmen also rushed over in a carnival and began to carry it.

As the maid thinks about how to experiment with the feel of a new kitchen knife, Yamiash mingles with the children of the tribe...... Only Rodriguez fell into deep thought.

Bending down, Rodriguez reached out and felt for some inconspicuous black grains around the camp's sand.

The charcoal grains were the soot from yesterday's campfire charcoal, which Rodriguez had placed around the camp at night...... And as it stands, it is clear that a third party has been here in the camp during his trip to the tribe and has taken something at the same time.

However, due to the magic element that Rodriguez applied to the soot, one part of the soot was trampled on, proving that someone had been outside. The carbon ash stuck to the comer's feet also has a magical element attached to it, and as long as you feel it, you should be able to know who it is.

Speaking of which, the person who came may be the same person as the guy who peeped last night.

Greeting Miss Maid and letting her cope with the rest of the communication with the tribe, Rodriguez followed the remnants of the magic.

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The subject of the trail was honestly not too far, and after Rodriguez circled the coast of the island for about ten minutes or so, and finally, climbed onto a large rock pile, Rodriguez spotted the target.

It was a small grass hut nestled under a rocky reef.

The structure of the thatched hut is obviously the same as that of the tribe, but the appearance of the thatched hut is best described as miserable, it will definitely leak on rainy days, the tide may rise and it will sink, and even the strong sea breeze can pose a threat! Judging from these three points, maybe the person who built the thatched hut is a novice?

Hiding behind the rocky reef, Rodriguez's gaze shifted downward, and then his pupils shrank slightly...... The owner of this thatched hut is a little girl.

The little girl's thin fur had been dried and cracked by age.

At this time, the girl was holding a little piece of meat torn from the ironclad turtle of Rodriguez, swallowing hungrily...... It looked like he hadn't eaten in a few days.

But that's not the point!

On the little girl's body, more than half of the skin grew unsightly sarcoma...... Looks like a monster.

Girl monster covered with sarcoma.

"Nina. Unable to help but be confused, Rodriguez muttered the name of the little girl in the depths of his memory.

The little girl who was once the subject of an experiment by a necromancer.

Once the little girl who took good care of herself and wanted to save her.

Once the little girl who made a wish to be her bride.

The little girl who was killed by the paladin and was ultimately powerless to save.

The sentimentality that had been buried deep in his heart after a hundred years of "......" resurfaced, and Rodriguez reached out to cover his forehead in a somewhat bad mood.

Looking at the tribal girl again, Rodriguez's gaze became complicated.

There is no doubt that her symptoms are eroded by undead toxins...... And they were not treated.

If this continues, within a few months, she will die.

And her current situation is obviously ostracized by the tribesmen...... Because she looks like a monster anymore.

Rodriguez subconsciously wanted to get up, however, he held back.

Excess feelings will be a burden, and besides, she is not Nina...... The old Nina is dead. Your sins will never be redeemed.

"......" suppressed the feelings in his heart, put down his hand, and Mr. Deacon was silent.

In the end, he didn't choose to bother, but left silently.

.........

Is it ignorance?

Or is it a mimicry?

Or salvation?

Although it has gone through the baptism of the years, there are some essential things that have been carved into the depths of the soul, and Rodriguez is still the original Rodriguez.

“...... Nina. The black hair was messy and wanton by the sea breeze, and the sentimentality in his eyes was ...... Mr. Deacon's rare sigh.

This is the sin and karma and atonement that belong to Rodriguez......

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"Gus, you look good with your long hair. At the bedside, the frail girl stretched out her hand to try to touch it, but the illness that had not yet succeeded in driving it away made the girl's outstretched hand unable to put it down.

The girl's drooping hand was steadily caught by the blonde youth on the side...... In this regard, the girl had expected a sweet smile. "You know, Gus, I also want to have beautiful long hair, the feeling of long hair fluttering~~"

"It grows quickly. "The sarcoma grows not only on the body, but also on the head, Rodriguez stroked the forehead of Nina, who has alopecia, and said gently.

"No~~~" Nina shook her head vigorously and smiled sweetly. "If my hair doesn't grow back from now on, Gus will be able to replace me...... Gus, can you promise me? ”

“...... My little princess if you wish~~" clenched his hands.

Even long hair is a nuisance for young people.