Realizing that the child she was dragging had fallen into a coma due to the loss of strength, Ola shook her head, tore a piece of the lining from the hem of her blouse, and began to wrap the wound that the boy had left on her arm with her teeth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sight before him was so unbearable that Dildedo rushed out of the cellar in three steps and two steps, ready to catch up with Flegg and ask him for an explanation, only to see Flegg waiting alone at the door of the mill.

"Fleg, don't you look at her bitten bloody arm?" asked Diredo in a choking tone.

"May I ask what you think?"

"What the hell do you think you want to use women as tools like Drogris? Anyway, at the end of the day, she's a marionette, and it's okay if she gets hurt or ruined, right?"

"It's a pleasure that you can still speak so bluntly. Flegg sighed, and Dildedo scoffed, both of them knowing in their hearts that the previous slap was really not light.

"Diredo, your ingrained belief is that women should not meddle in this, you don't like a woman's life being threatened, and you can't stand her being hurt again and again. You want me to fence her up. But what you want me to do is exactly the same nature as Drogris. Flegg looked at Dildedo with a more serious look.

"I don't understand. Diredo's voice sounded shaken.

"There is no essential difference in outcome between depriving a person of his right to choose on the grounds of protection and treating him as a resource and thus depriving him of his or her rightful rights. ”

Flegg patted Diredo on the shoulder.

"Ola is that man's child, and I can see that she is far stronger and wiser than you think, and since she chooses to intervene in this matter, you go and help her, don't restrain her. ”

With that, Flegg slipped a bottle of wound medicine into Dildedo's hand, then turned and left the mill.

Diredo stood there for a moment before walking back, only to see Ola opening the trapdoor and getting out of the cellar, carrying the unconscious boy on her back. It can be said that he is an underage child, in fact, his height is already a head taller than Ola, and when Ola carries him, his side face is buried in Ola's neck socket, and his hair is carrying her neck, which looks very intimate.

Diredo couldn't take it anymore, and he carried the child to his back with an unhappy expression.

"He's seen the paradise of Drurgris, and you're still carrying him like that, as a child who doesn't know anything, huh?" Diredo muttered.

Ola's puzzled gaze swept over again, and Dildedo flattened his mouth before shifting the subject.

"Two choices, one is that I tie him up and we ride off for the night, or that we spend the night in the mill and take turns watching this little bastard. ”

Ora thought for a moment, then raised a finger and pointed upward. Dilledo breathed a sigh of relief, and to be honest, he was too tired to run around anymore.

After a few moments, the two men simply cleaned up the upper floor of the mill. At this time, only some embers were still emitting light and heat in the fireplace, which could only be used to make tea for warmth, and not far away, a lantern was echoing the faint light of the stars in the fireplace, and within the scope of the light, Ola, who had just treated the last wound of the "little bastard", exhaled softly. She looked up and saw that Diredo, who was supposed to be resting during her shift, hadn't closed his eyes at all.

Diredo sat on his straw stack with his knees folded and looked at Ola in silence, his brow furrowed and his mouth pursed in dissatisfaction, looking extremely comical.

"Hey, you've been a mercenary before?" asked Diredo.

Ora nodded, she brushed the straw off the floor in front of her, dipped some tea and wrote on the floor, "What is the child's so-called paradise?

Diredo looked at the text that Ola had deliberately reversed to make it easier for him to read, and replied with some wicked eyes, "Uh, what are you writing? ”

Noticing that Ora was lost in thought at his answer, Diredo laughed.

"I just said I couldn't write backwards, but I wasn't illiterate. Then he sighed.

"Paradise...... Of course, it's a place, maybe you'll be able to see it in a while, it's really a good place for individual ingenuity......"

Diredo suddenly lowered his head to avoid Ola's gaze.

"I'm tired. He curled up in the straw stack, closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Au's hand reached the child's forehead, tucked the coat over the child, and then held his chin and looked at the embers in the fireplace. She unconsciously remembered the elf named Akachi, who had more and more terrible scars on his body, but when he changed his dressing, Akachi always had a casual look on his face, and he never cared about his own condition, as if those scars were all on someone else's body. Aura had a vague sense that Akachi seemed to have an incurable wound, but it was not the one that floated on his skin, but was buried deep in his heart. So, what about this child?

Ora looked to his side again, and saw that the child's eyes were unnaturally closed, and there was a slight nervous expression on his face, as if he must have woken up a long time ago, and perhaps he was still looking at himself. Ola looked at Diredo again and saw that he was staring at the child with one eye open, still not sleeping.

"Alright, don't play dead. Diledo stood up and walked over to the boy's side.

"If you don't want me to keep calling you little bastard, just report your name. ”

The boy bit his lower lip for a moment before he spoke, "Hawke." ”

A name for an eagle, but the person who called it is now no different from a wounded sparrow.

"Very well, my name is Dildedo, and the person on your left can't speak, so I'll speak for her. Her name is Ola, and what did she do to you, hah? You almost burned her to death in the house during the day. ”

Suddenly excitedly, Diledo grabbed Hawke by the collar and half-lifted him up.

"Do you know who you are going to kill, or do you shoot it when you are told that the man in that room is a traitor? Do you know that she is the owner of the arrow we have been seeking?"

"Nightingale's cry?" asked Hawke, surprised.

Di Ledo gently let go of his hand.

"It's my turn to be on duty for the night. He said to Ora, who had more doubts in his eyes.