"He just asked me about the mining disaster." The thin miner reared his ugly head.
"Is it because I mentioned Anmeses?" Nese said coldly.
Almost everyone's expressions changed slightly.
"I advise you to be careful. It's best not to mention the dean's name again." The fat miner pulled away a string of soap fish attached to the lower part of his arm and exchanged glances with a tall and strong miner next to him.
"I'm actually getting ready to help you. I don't mind if we have to remove a few arms to do this."
"help?"
The fat miner frowned, and his small eyes under his tawny eyebrows turned quickly.
"You don't want mining disasters to continue to happen."
"Are you threatening us?" The tall miner on the side had a gloomy face.
From his energy vision, he could see a small dark brown sandstorm-like thing surrounding his hand. Like most miners, he was an earth elemental mage.
Nese waved his hand, and the water barrier surrounding them was lowered flatly like molten syrup.
The soap fish suddenly lined up in a radiating pattern around the talking miner.
The tall miner put on a defensive posture and his face became more gloomy. The fat miner's face turned even paler.
"What's the meaning?"
His penis shrank to an extremely small size, "The mine disaster was caused by you."
"I'm just a new student." Nesse said, "What do you think? Why did you call me over when you heard Anmeses' name? You can understand it yourself."
The fat miner was silent.
"Don't listen to his nonsense!" the thin miner shouted urgently.
A splash of water slapped him in the face with several fish, and the monkey-like miner started yelling.
"Don't make any noise." The fat miner frowned.
He looked at Nesse. His eyes were hesitant.
"Why should I believe you? The dean assured us..."
"It's because he promised." Nese repeated simply, "What do you think?"
He could have added a couple of inspiring words, but he didn't. If the other party is suspicious enough, it will have the opposite effect.
That's enough.
The atmosphere suddenly changed - the fat miner suddenly grinned.
"Anyway, we can make friends first."
He changed into an intimate tone towards his nephew whom he had not seen for a long time. "Now. Make a friend first."
He suddenly became chatty and talkative - showing everyone that human character should be so changeable - and stretched out a fat white hand:
"My name is Dilitti. Friend. The fighting champion. What should I call you?"
"Veled." Nesse stretched out his hand.
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"You went to take a shower? You smell like lamb."
Behind the dim candlelight at the sparse bar counter, Bonodoze wrinkled his nose - Professor Bomb seldom took a bath, because he couldn't protect himself in the bath like others, so he removed the potions and potions on his waist. After the bomb, he was no different than a shriveled tree man.
Nesse threw the bag containing thirty gold coins to him and prepared to ignore him and go upstairs.
He is very tired. Even if he wasn't tired, he didn't want to deal with Bono Doze. I really don't know why he didn't stay in the Serum Academy in Upper Semeran and insisted on staying in this shabby tavern.
"Wait!" Professor Bomb called him with a smile on his face.
Winter winter winter.
The sound of hopping. A small thing emerged from under the stairs and quickly grabbed Nese's robe.
"It's you."
Nese lowered her head and looked into a pair of dark eyes.
It was the little boy I had seen in the morning. His legs and arms were already covered with bandages soaked in medicinal liquid - the style of the bandages and the smell of the medicinal liquid were both familiar.
He is wearing new clothes.
Nesse looked at Bonodoze suspiciously.
"What are you looking at? You didn't fully cure him." Bonodoze rubbed the gold coin excitedly - the shiny golden surface soon became oily. "You guys beat the dishwasher away last time. There happened to be one who came to the door, and the room is now empty."
"I have something to tell you." The little boy clutched Nese's robe tightly.
"good."
He asked the little boy to follow him upstairs.
The timing is not so good, and there is much to think about, but everyone who wants to provide information should not be let go - they may soon change their minds or die.
"The Exotic Land Development of Vegetable-Growing Skeletons"
Not long after, the boy left his room with satisfaction - he got another silver coin reward, and this time no one could snatch it away at the first time.
It’s been a long day, but luckily it’s getting late.
Nesse sat on the bed, blew out the candles, and thought alone.
The little boy brought two pieces of information that he had swallowed before. Orphanage information.
The first one made Anne Merces' image even worse: Mother Doranza asked the director for help before setting the orphanage on fire.
The second one is less certain. Aunt Doranza once said crazily: "There is an invasion! He is here!"
"Did she say who the intruder was?"
Nese asked the little boy, but got no answer.
But if that's the case, since the orphanage was attacked and the mother went crazy, it would be lamentable to set the orphanage on fire to resist foreign enemies, but it can barely be said to be reasonable. Or it was simply an own goal.
In this case, the previous statement about the cracks in the building leading to madness may have been just nonsense on his part.
But the boy insisted that he did not see anyone intruding. The matter of cracks is also true, coming from the words of Aunt Doranza.
Without knowing the contents of the contract, these things seem impossible to connect.
But the more you think about it, the more weird things become about Dean Asmo.
for example:
Anmeses clearly said that he didn't know who the person behind him was, but he wanted to give him the heart of recovery...
The coolness spread, and water vapor that smelled like crocodile skin drifted in from the window.
Nese turned her head and looked at the night sky. There seemed to be stars twinkling under the dark red sky - not the starry sky, just the mana dome.
I don’t know when it started to rain unpleasantly.
Nese got out of bed and closed the window, feeling that her stomach was twitching and almost painful.
He is hungry.
You can kick open Bono Doze's bedroom door, ask him to get up and get him some food - he just received thirty gold coins in the evening, this is what the old man should do.
Thoughts of the boy's bandaged hands and feet today drifted through his mind.
All right. Maybe he did what he was supposed to do.
Nese retracted her hand from slamming the door, yawned, and decided to go to the kitchen by herself.
Wearing only his underwear, he went downstairs holding a candlestick, the narrow wooden steps creaking under his feet. The candlelight showed a well-proportioned figure sitting at the bar on the first floor.
He took one look and turned back almost immediately.
The candle was knocked over. He stamped it out. Then stood still in the darkness. The man also sat quietly in the darkness. He could hear her soft, slow breathing.
Not now.
Don't be. He was hungry and tired, his mana consumption today was staggering, and his mind was still in a mess.
Don't ever talk to him. He will go upstairs now.
"I am late."
Winnie's voice was very floating, as if she was far away from him.
"I thought you meant seven o'clock tomorrow," he said reluctantly.
"I'm sorry." Winnie said.
Deadly. Did she think he wanted to hear this? He was simply shocked and angry. Why can't she pretend nothing happened?
He hardened his heart and walked from behind her. Winnie did not move.
He came back with the thick bread, moved his steps, walked up, his entrails twisted into a ball, and he felt like he was going to vomit.
Winnie didn't move, she didn't even raise her head.
He really hated her.
What's that word called? "Death deserved."
He goes off to sleep with an empty plate.
He woke up once before dawn and ran downstairs. Winnie is no longer there.
