"Yes." Sierra nodded.

"I want to siphon 80% of the profits." As soon as Robinson's words ended, Eric strongly objected, "It's not a lot of money for Sierra to make." ”

"I agree." Serra agreed very happily, it was originally the emotional bond that she and Ericla used to get close, and it didn't matter if there was less or more.

"Compared to you, the cost I paid is only those few gold coins, and the distribution is reasonable."

"Unreasonable, Serra." "But we need the money to deal with a baby that's about to be born, and no one knows what's going to happen afterward, so we've got to be prepared," Robinson said. ”

The joyous bonfire party was quiet because of the heavy topic, and everyone turned their eyes to Grenie, who lowered her head and stroked her unbulging belly, showing maternal love and worry.

Serra strengthened her courage with the help of the wine, "May I ask?" Eric didn't tell me before. ”

"You say."

"The men of this tribe can take off their clothes and go straight to the beauty pageant to win the bodybuilding championship." Serra held her chin and asked, "Why are you so worried about this unborn child, going to the hospital to deliver the baby can solve a lot of trouble?" ”

Everyone turned their eyes to Robinson again to hear what he had to say.

Robinson's voice was deep, and his language was silent and wanted to hurt everyone's hearts:

"There have been very few people in our community, and on the day Eric was born, his mother died of hemorrhage, and her body was almost broken in half when she gave birth, and no one has been pregnant since."

Grenie's pregnancy was an accident.

Sierra had thought of many possibilities, but she didn't think about it, and she was stunned.

Memories of the fictional world or the plot of the game have been blurred, and there is no such thing as this paragraph about Eric's mother.

"Difficult birth?" She asked in a low voice, a strong arm pressed against her shoulder, and Eric gently pressed his forehead against her back, his mood plummeting.

"In difficult childbirth, we have to protect not only the baby, but also the mother." "We need to pay for the best doctors, the best drugs and the surgeries that are ready to be performed to save the mother and the baby," Robinson said. ”

Greenee was human, and that came to Serra's mind almost immediately.

The combination of humans and werewolves, so the production will be a hundred times more difficult than ordinary people, this is not a species at all, it is a hybrid.

"We can knock it out, before the dust settles." Gail felt guilty and bitter.

When Greenee heard his words, it was like a hedgehog blowing up a thorn, "Impossible! I thought we had it all figured out! ”

Serra pursed her lips, interrupting their impending argument, "I shouldn't have asked that, I'm sorry. ”

"Don't be sorry, you have the right to refuse us, and I have the obligation to tell you why I did it." Robinson glanced at Eric, who was resting his head behind Serra, and his deep tone changed to relaxed, "I'm still glad you're here, we rarely have guests." ”

"Thank you."

Robinson sat by the campfire for a few moments before Gale pushed him away.

The atmosphere came alive again, and Eric endured the pain of reminiscing, "Now you know everything. ”

"Know what?" Serra tilted her head.

"My past." Eric withdrew the hand that was pressing on her shoulder, got up and took the bottle of dark beer back into his mouth, the foam running down the corner of his lips, sliding down his swallowing throat and into his collar.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Serra glanced at the unfinished wine at his feet, thought for a moment, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

By the time Eric found and snatched the wine from her hand, which was already halfway there, Serra couldn't help but burp.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked.

She asked the wrong question and had to solve it.

"Do you know what it's called?" Serra lifted her face, her cheeks looking red from the fire.

"What?" Eric crouched down in front of her, listening intently.

"Drink to kill your sorrows."

Serra leaned over and put her arms around his neck, staring into the deep, clear, sad eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt you tonight." ”

She leaned too close, and there was a faint aroma of wine in her breath.

Eric smiled, trying to be as calm as possible, "I should have confessed to you, although it is not a glorious thing, I killed my own mother when I was born. ”

"It's not like that Erik." Serra snatched his bottle and shoved it into his mouth, giving her opinion:

"Not necessarily every mother is willing to exchange her life for the safety of her child, but your mother must love you to be willing to take risks, the world is impermanent, this is just a tragedy that no one wants to see, and you should never bear the inexplicable sin."

Eric bit the bottle and stared at the girl's gentle and encouraging face for a long time, he took the bottle and drank the rest of the wine inside, and whispered, "Maybe it's what you said." ”

"That's what I said."

Serra stood up and went to get two more bottles of stout.

"Will get drunk." Eric reminded.

"Didn't you say a bonfire? I want to drink a little more. ”

Serra pulled him up, holding the open wine in one hand, putting the other around his neck, her lips almost touching his chin, "Do you know how to dance?" Eric. ”

Eric took advantage of the situation and put his arm around her thin waist, "Two drunks dancing? ”

"Can't?" Sierra looked at his rolling Adam's apple and chuckled, "Or do you not?" ”

"Of course I will." Eric hugged her and lifted the man up easily, the tips of her shoes pressed against his instep.

He lowered his head, and a silent laugh spread throughout his body, "But in order to prevent the technology from stepping on you, let's follow my rhythm, there is no music anyway." ”

Under the black night sky, the bonfire gradually sprouted a lot of reddish-orange sparks, and a drunken Jem sang a unique tribal song in the clearing, a language that Serra did not understand.

She was indeed a little drunk, enveloped by Eric's fiery body temperature, and the bottle she was holding in one hand was unknowingly empty while dancing.

They just spun around the campfire, circling and hugging one after another, and Eric took off his shirt at some point.

Sierra pressed her head to his shoulder and muttered, "Eric, have you been so hot all the time?" ”

"It runs in families." Eric took her empty bottle and threw it into the wooden crate not far away, along with his own precision.

"You've drunk too much." He held her by the waist and reluctantly made her stand on the ground, "I'll send you to Fanny's to sleep?" ”

Serra's head was dizzy, and all she could see was Eric's face soaked in reddish-orange firelight, and her wheat-colored skin was like a layer of smooth, reflective maroon silk at the moment, and she touched the bulging muscles on his chest, a little hungry.

"It's still early."