In the lonely hotel on the hillside, the white-haired dwarf shopkeeper Jike once again recommended unpalatable food to us, and Elena, who looked tired, once again poured the strange-tasting thing into the swill with familiarity. bucket.
"I'm glad you can come," the night elf said softly while bringing us maple sap. "It's empty here, there are not many guests, and there are ghosts. To be honest, I'm quite scared."
"Ms. Elena, you should leave here and go to the port..."
Before Darien could finish speaking, the elf waved his hand and said, "Jike will not leave here. This is his and Dani's home." She sighed, and her milky-white eyes watched as Gregor staggered and disappeared on the wooden stairs. , "...Why did you come back? Are you still covered in injuries? What's wrong with that little boy? He seems...very anxious."
I was also very anxious.
Half for Glico and half for myself.
The setting sun outside the window has dyed the entire sea red, and the night will open at any time.
I am very afraid that tonight, I will experience another headache that is worse than death.
This anxiety made me sit cross-legged in the chair after I returned to the room, biting my fingers uncontrollably, so that I was not in any mood to look at the fragrant meat on the table.
In fact, on the Sailboat, Dallion asked me carefully about the whole thing.
The headache came on violently and without any warning. All I can recall now is the shouting, whispering or screaming of "Ravenhold".
Ravenholdt.
After thinking carefully, Dallion told me with certainty that he had never heard of this name.
But I felt vaguely familiar.
I tried my best to recall all the places I had been and all the people I had met, and finally, we determined that I might have been to that place in a dream.
However, I can't remember at all what kind of place it is.
To this end, we found Alan. After all, he is a druid, and druids have some knowledge of dreams.
However, the idiot shook his head, "Dreams are illusory. If you can't remember a dream, then it will become more and more blurry until... it doesn't exist at all."
"So, can it be recreated using magic?" Dallion asked after pondering for a moment.
"Brother, the dream is not real, how can it happen again?"
"So, what do you remember?" I asked, chuckling. "I mean, you were in that dream too, in Grandpa Tanis's nightmare. How much do you remember about it?"
"Is that person's nightmare?"
"That place name is so unfamiliar, I think it can only exist in his dreams!"
He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then glanced at me again, and saw me holding my chin and staring at him for a moment. The guy suddenly glared, stood up and left proudly, "I don't remember anything!"
Look, there is something wrong with the night elves' brains!
*
"Don't be afraid, Messiah." Unexpectedly, a pair of calloused hands covered the back of my hands. It was Dallion. He squatted in front of me and stared into my eyes for a moment. "Brother Feng Song has sent help to Mrs. Silver Lin and Lord Thunder Fist on our behalf. They are very knowledgeable and will definitely be able to tell us what is Ravenholdt.”
I carefully pulled my hand back and nodded weakly.
"I've also prepared the water demon's blood, look!" He took out a bottle of dark, attractively lustrous liquid from his personal luggage. At a glance, my eyes straightened, "Ahem Ahem... girls can't touch this kind of thing at will." The boy stuffed the crystal bottle back into his bag with his backhand, the tips of his ears turned red, "Uh... but, but, if you can't stand it, just drink them, I swear. , I will stay here and close the doors and windows. No one can wake you up tonight."
…He has no idea what’s really going on.
"Dallion, I wasn't woken up," I looked at the undulating waves outside the window and sighed in frustration, "I was woken up by a nightmare."
"Nightmare?"
"Yes," even if I think about it now, that dream still scares me, "I saw you sealed in the ice... dead..."
He was stunned for a moment, then reached out and rubbed my hair, "That was just a dream, Messiah."
"You don't understand, dreams are just like reality, and..." Having said that, I couldn't help but think of the scene when he fell into the fan blades of the Fish Skin. That memory made me take a deep breath, and my mood Darker.
"Come, Messiah, look at me. I am strong and blessed by the Light. I will live well."
I let out a dull sigh.
"Hey! Smile at me and I swear to you, okay? I swear, I will never choose to die without your permission."
Those words made me look at him, "Your oath doesn't work, Dallion."
"Oh, then I swear by the Holy Light, and by my mother. So, good girl, don't cry for me."
"...I, I didn't cry." I retorted dissatisfiedly, but subconsciously touched my cheek. Fortunately, it was dry.
"You are just a stubborn kitten, Messiah." The corner of the bad guy's mouth curved up, like a fishhook, which severely tugged at my heart, "I saw you rushing toward me. , like a wet bird, eyes full of tears... That was not a dream, it was the real past."
I stood up in a whoosh, "I, I mean, if it were Gregor, I would cry for him too!"
He looked up at me, the corners of his mouth curling even wider.
That smile is simply creepy!
I ran towards the meaty plate in a panic, as if this was the only way to escape his shining eyes.
panicked.
I tried my best to stuff my mouth with venison or other meat, but I couldn't taste it at all.
There was an eerie silence.
It seemed that only the dull whimpering of the waves and my pounding heartbeat were left in the room.
After a while, the boy behind me seemed to stand up and walked towards me with heavy steps.
He stopped behind me, and at that moment, I almost jumped up, "You..."
Before I could turn around, my shoulders sank slightly, and I felt a pair of hard hands put on my shoulders, "Messiah, my heart is pleased with you."
"Are you talking nonsense again?!"
"Listen to me, Messiah," his voice rang in my ears, and his moist breath swept across the wound on my neck, making all the hairs on my body stand up, "I can do it for my father, for Renault , even tried my best and sacrificed my life for Captain Floa, but... I am only willing to go into the embrace of the Holy Light with another girl, because my love for them is different."
I swallowed involuntarily, but even so, my throat was dry and I couldn't pronounce a single syllable.
"Because I like that girl."
I took a breath.
The air was obviously cold and moist, but after being inhaled into the lungs, it was like the hottest and driest flame. It followed my blood vessels, burning every inch of my skin, and burning my entire brain.
"And that girl is also willing to join me in the embrace of the Holy Light, so she should be happy with me, right?"
right? !
How do I know if it's right? !
I should turn around, give him a good whack on the nose, and beat him until he cries of embarrassment, right? !
But, but...but my body doesn't seem to obey me at all...
I can't clench my fists...
My heart was pounding and all my senses seemed to be amplified.
It's so hot...
He seemed to be holding fire in his palms.
What if you could set me on fire and turn me into ashes? !
It's so heavy...
His hand on my shoulder was as heavy as a mountain!
How nice would it be if you could push me harder and rub me into the eggshell? !
*
At that moment, a knock on the door sounded like a hymn, "Miss Messiah? Are you there?" Gregor's voice was like a choir leader!
I suddenly came back to my senses, immediately bent my knees slightly, tilted my body, and escaped from Dallion's hands.
At the door, I turned around and glared at him, but the bad guy smiled happily at me with crooked eyebrows, as if to say, "She should be happy with me, right?"
oh!
I made a clang and opened the wooden door.
"Miss Messiah! Messiah..." The increasingly urgent calls outside the door suddenly stopped, and I immediately saw the boy with a red and swollen left eye. After seeing me, his stiff cheeks relaxed, "Thanks to the Holy Light, I thought..."
I grabbed my arm and planned to slip out, "I guess you must be hungry. Let's go downstairs to find some food..."
But Greco was on crutches, and before he could get out of the way, a strong hand held my left shoulder.
The power of that palm is very clever. It doesn't use any force, but it makes people unable to escape. "Dallion!" I was a little annoyed. If it weren't for... if it weren't for... if it wasn't for the injury on my hand, I would definitely Attack him hard on the arm! Just hit the spot on the bandage where the blood is showing!
But the guy just smiled and raised his thick eyebrows at me, "Compared to Mr. Jike's thick soup, I guess you would rather eat some white bread and meat, right?" As he said that, his shining eyes He glanced toward the door and said, "Come in too, Agamand."
The beautiful boy turned his head and glanced at Darian behind me, and then at me. There was a trace of understanding, a trace of weakness, and a trace of stubbornness in his eyes.
"We should think about what is going on together." I heard Dallion continue, "Blessed by the Holy Light, Messiah did not feel a headache. Look, she was even very energetic. It seems that Messiah This thing has nothing to do with the rising moon."
moon?
That word made me look at him suspiciously, and then, with my eyes swept back, I looked out the window again. In the deep purple sky, the lady in white and the boy were slowly rising from the distant horizon.
When midnight falls, they meet at the highest point in the night sky.
After a moment of silence, Gregor struggled to bend towards the boy behind me, "Yes, Young Master Mograine, we really should discuss this matter."
"Then come in." Dallion naturally took me aside and made way for the door.
"Hello!"
