The golden boy took Clara out of the green field, and after that, he didn't go to the main road, but chose to walk off the beaten track.

The two of them walked in the wilderness for two days, until they were almost finished with the water they were carrying, and there were no rivers or streams nearby, and then they approached the main road again and asked for some water from a caravan.

The golden boy had already found his money bag and pulled out a silver coin from it, but was rejected by the caravan leader.

The latter said that he was a believer in Picia, and that the goddess taught the world to help each other and love one another.

Especially when you are away from home, you should take care of each other.

Hearing this, the golden boy silently put away the money bag and continued to hurry.

The little maid on the horse noticed that when he was talking to the fat leader just now, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

When she got to the place where no one was, Clara tentatively said, "I remember you seemed to have said you were an unbeliever? Then why do you work for the Silvermoon Church?"

"It's none of your business." The golden boy said.

"It's really none of my business, but being idle right now is idle, and there's nothing to do if you don't chat." The little maid then guessed, "Is it for money?"

"It's not."

"Power?"

"Not really."

"Well, that's not going to be...... Beauty?"

The golden boy looked back at Clara meaningfully, and the look made the little maid tremble, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body, and subconsciously grabbed the blanket on her body.

Fortunately, the golden boy quickly looked away again and continued to bury his head in the road.

Clara also breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, neither of them spoke again, and the golden boy finally got the peace he had longed for, but unfortunately this calm did not last long, and the little maid spoke again, "By the way, are you married?"

The golden boy sighed, "Give it up......

"Give up what?"

"Give up studying me and find a way to escape from me."

"I didn't study you, and I didn't think about running away." The little maid blinked.

"Really?" The golden boy sneered, "You have been yelling for water every once in a while, and you have quickly drunk all the water I brought, just because you know that there is no place to replenish the water nearby, so I will have to get close to the main road and contact with other people, and I will be able to leave clues for the people who come to you."

After speaking, the golden boy looked at Clara again, wanting to admire the latter's panicked look after being pierced in his mind.

As a result, I only saw the confusion and surprise on the girl's face.

"Do you usually think of people so badly?" Clara wondered, "I just like to drink water, I haven't left the green field until I met you, how can I know if there is a water source nearby."

「…………」

The golden boy could see that the little maid was not lying, and that Clara's eyes were the purest he had ever seen, without a trace of impurities.

In fact, after getting along for the past two days, he also found that the target of his kidnapping this time was a bit special...... She looked heartless, as if she didn't feel troubled at all, and she didn't even bother her much about being kidnapped.

Ordinary people should be afraid to death when they are caught by him, crying with a face every day, and they don't dare to come out of the atmosphere.

However, Clara did not eat or sleep less along the way, and even in the wild, she fell asleep easily, and even had a sweet dream last night, when the golden boy was awakened in the middle of the night by her giggling laughter, and half of his sword was drawn.

At first, the golden boy was suspicious that Clara was pretending, but now he is almost certain that it was the little maid who came to do this, which is probably a kind of talent.

The golden boy led the horse and walked a little southeast, then suddenly turned around and headed northeast, as usual on a remote path.

And the little maid was still full of interest, looking around and asking questions.

However, when it was almost dusk, Clara noticed that the golden boy's face had become very bad, and sweat was oozing from his forehead

Come, the hand holding the reins is also trembling slightly.

"Are you sick?" The little maid said with concern.

"Nope." The golden boy tried to suppress the irritability in his chest, and went on about half a mile, found a leeward place, and tied the horse.

On the other side, Clara also picked up some dry branches around and piled them together.

The golden boy took out the fire sickle and flint.

As the bonfire went up, it became much warmer, but the Golden Boy's situation did not improve, but seemed to get worse.

Not only the hands, but also the feet began to tremble.

He quickly opened the package, took out a small copper bowl the size of half a palm, and placed a piece of dark brown in it.

The golden boy put the small copper bowl on the fire, and as soon as the white smoke rose, he couldn't wait to put his nose up, and sucked it greedily, and he wanted to suck up all the air around him, and then not only the shaking of his hands and feet stopped, nor did he break out in a cold sweat, but also a touch of intoxication appeared on his face.

It's like enjoying some kind of human delicacy.

Clara's eyes widened as she watched the strange scene.

At this time, the golden boy also raised his head, and looked at her, the eyes of the two intersected, and the golden boy flashed with a dangerous and strange light.

The feeling that made the little maid uncomfortable hit again, but fortunately, the golden boy took a few deep breaths, and finally suppressed the impulse in his heart.

He said to the little maid, "Sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow, and we will be there in two days."

Clara didn't ask any more questions this time, and obediently lay down with a blanket.

Early the next morning, the golden boy had fully recovered to normal, and the two continued on their way.

"What's that?"

"What?"

"What was in that bronze bowl last night, is that why you worked for the Silvermoon Church, you have some kind of serious illness and need to be saved by it?" Clara guessed.

Hearing this, the corners of the golden boy's mouth rose up again, revealing a sneering look, "Help, no, the evil disease on my body is brought about by that thing."

Clara was a little surprised, "But the way you looked at the time, you looked pretty good, pretty ......."

"Enjoyed." The golden boy finished her words for the little maid, "That thing is like that, it brings pleasure and pain, and the more you indulge in the pleasure it brings, the more intense the pain will become when you leave it...... You can't resist, and in the end you still have to surrender to it.

"Creeping at its feet, like a dog that comes and goes at a moment's notice, longing for its master's bones."

"You're talking about...... Love? Because that's how I hear those bards describe love, and it sounds horrible." The little maid said.

"Believe me, I'm talking about things that are much scarier than love."

"Good...... But if it's a disease, you should try to ask Merlin for help, he's a great doctor, and he might be able to cure you."