Violet and the Thorn Bird

Chapter 23 Night Breeze Hot Spring

The task of transporting the onion balls entrusted by the Valkyrie started two days later, and Randolph set off first to go back to St. Forth. He didn't have good luck this time.Old Worf accompanied him, and Sean also left because of business in the East End.

"Good luck, Borg." Heloise stood beside the horse. "May you complete the mission as soon as possible, including the crusade. I will keep an eye on the abyss in Ice Lake City, and I hope we can share information."

"I also hope that the eyes will be recovered as soon as possible." Borg said without changing his face.

Garl stood back and whistled, pulling his cloak tighter.

The sun in Ice Lake City had just arrived, and the black cloaks had already filed out.The horseshoes left Ice Lake City neatly and followed the road to the south.This road is spacious and tidy, and there are many carriages coming and going, mostly businessmen from all over the kingdom, and there are also luxury traveling carriages of nobles.

"Look at it," Gal said, holding a gray cat on horseback, "soft! Amazingly soft! It's terrible...I've fallen! Ah..." He sighed and rubbed his cheek against the kitten fur, "It's so tactile, it's divine! I love it so much Borg, super."

"Wipe your drool." Borg put on his cloak as usual, "You look like a pervert."

"I can't help myself, my love for him is already surging! My body is roaring for it, my soul is roaring for it! He is so cute and soft." Gal almost buried his face in the kitten on the stomach.

"This man loves the new and hates the old," Borg said to Belle on his shoulder. "He has forgotten you to love other cubs, poor Belle, you have been abandoned."

Belle flew up with her ears whistling, circled around Gal a few times, and squeezed against Cal's cheek, trying to separate him from the kitten.

"I love you Belle too..." Gal said, "but it's even scarier, it's already captured me." The kitten meowed softly a few times, with the pads of flesh resting on Gal's fingers, and kicked lightly with its hind feet.Gal was fascinated by the feel of the fluff rubbing against his skin, and he was immediately fascinated, already conquered by this little guy.

Borg suddenly picked up the kitten by the back of the neck.

"What are you doing?" Gal dissatisfied, "Don't be so cruel! Hug it Borg, don't carry it! Give it back to me!"

"It's in my hands now." Borg shook the kitten. "You should say 'please.'"

"Give it back to me, please," said Garrett, drawing out his voice, "Give it back to me, my lord, please - give it back to me dear Borg, please - give it back to me right now, Mr. Great Mr. Stoker , please-listen to my request, please-you hurry up!"

Borg seemed unaware.

"I said it." Gal leaned forward, "I said it several times!"

"Really," Borg's eyes peeped slightly from under the cloak, "sorry, I just lost my mind. What did you say?"

"I said," Gal said, "you bastard! You don't believe what you say! You bastard like a ball! Give it back! It's calling me."

"I'm calling you too." Borg also leaned forward, "Did you hear that?"

"I hear it, I hear it...Borg!" Gall recoiled at his approaching face.

"How long do you want to hold it?" Borg asked.

"Forever of course!" Gal said. "I'm going to hold it forever, it's so soft and needs my protection!"

"You're right." Borg raised his hand and threw the kitten into the arms of the kid who had been standing by the horse and cried for a long time, "It seems like it belongs to you."

"I can buy it from him!" Gal leaned over and grabbed the kid who was about to run away, "I'll buy it with gold coins, can you give it to me? Please, cutie, I'm going to be fascinated by it! Wipe you The snot of the...uh...well...sorry...give it back, give it back! Don't cry my friend! You're a boy! Come on! Stop crying."

"You actually bullied a child in public." Fanny, who was sitting in the carriage, wiped her book, "You're a bit mean. What's so strange about cats, they're everywhere."

"I like it." Gal watched the kid run away, "Why didn't I meet it earlier."

"You're always making a fuss about ordinary things," Gray said. "Where did you live before, my friend? The Moor Ratmen know better than you."

"I live in a remote backcountry." Gall said sullenly. "There are a lot of gold and silver jewels. Rubies sparkle all the year round. Crystals are spread under the feet. My brother's dragon... deaf pet likes to collect shiny things. It often puts gems It piles up in the nest and is hard to clean."

"Brother!" Gray was suddenly full of enthusiasm, and slammed Gal's horse, "Where is your hometown? Tell me! We dwarves will help you solve your troubles!"

"Huh..." Gall said, "You sure don't want to go."

"What's all this mess?" Fanny asked in pain, holding her pen between her fingers, "Grey, you actually believe it? Be realistic, the Green family doesn't even have that many gems!"

"Don't be silly, Fanny." Gray said, "The Green family is liars. The books that Roseanne handed over to St. Foss and the Temple every year are not the real books of the Green family. Ever since that woman took charge of the Eastern Grass, the Green family's money has doubled." several times!"

"And how do you know?" Gall said, "You've always got a good sense of smell in strange places!"

"Of course I know," said Gray, "because she bought the eastern hills of the Violet, and there she dug untold mines of amethyst and copper. Her money has encircled the whole kingdom, and she has even hired It reminds me of my father splitting the mountain for her. Selling the eastern mountains at a low price is Violet... It is one of the biggest losses of the Stoke family so far." Gray glanced at Borg cautiously, "...they also lost Borg. "

Everyone was suddenly quiet, and the slow kicking of the horses dominated everything.Borg remained under the black cloak and did not speak.

"You shouldn't have mentioned violets," whispered Fanny, "foolish dwarf."

At night they stop at a small town halfway, not far from Limon Waterfall, there are several hot springs.Gal climbed up shivering as he jumped into the hot spring.

"It's hot!" Gal tugged at the towel, "I hate hot!"

Borg grabbed his ankle and dragged him straight down.Gal flopped in the water, holding Berg's shoulders to reveal his face.

"Stand up straight," Borg said. "Are you going to hide under me?"

"I just want to go out!" Gal lifted his hair, "Liar! You told me it's cold here, cold, cold, you know? Ice lakes are called... Hey, what are you doing!"

"You are as light as a bird." Borg directly hugged him around his waist and went deep.

The pool is not wide, but rather elongated.The dark blue tiles were cleaned, the water was gurgling, and it was hot and hazy.However, through the doorway where the goddess statue stands, you will arrive at the high ground with a wide view for an instant, and you can overlook the lights of the town from the edge of the pool.The wind at night was cool and the water temperature was just right, so Borg put him on the far side.Gal's legs were in the water, and he shivered in the wind.

"A good place to hide." Gal slid obediently into the water, his left eye began to ache, "How did you find it here?"

"Coincidence." Borg leaned on the wall, soaked in the water, raised his hand and put it on Gal's left eye, "The scenery is not bad."

"I've always heard the boom in here," Gall said, "and the heat that I can't get rid of."

"Because it leads directly to Limon Falls, you can reach the edge of Limon Falls in two days." Borg said, "The rumbling sound will accompany you to sleep, and people here are used to it."

"You are very familiar with this place." Gal lay on the side, "and you are very relaxed here, I mean your body is relaxed, your muscles are not so tense."

"You know my muscles better than I do," Borg said. "I've traveled a lot and been here for a few months."

"I thought you used to stay in St. Vers," Gall said. "Heard the kid from Jodont praise you, and he said you were the perfect embodiment of a knight. So, Mr. Knight, why did you come here to travel? This It's not like a place worth taking risks. There's not enough wine and not enough girls here."

"I obey the call of God." Borg was a little lazy, "started hiking from the southernmost point, passed through the deep forest, watched the eastern grassland, passed through the silent ice vein, and then returned to St. Forth."

"It just doesn't go west." Gal's eyelashes brushed against Borg's palm, and his skin was slightly red from the steam, "You seem to really hate violets. Because they hate you too? It's strange, Xia Ge didn't bring Have you ever been back? His kind of man, although his tone is not serious, has always held the principle of 'humanity'. Abandoning cubs is not his style."

"You always contradict yourself in your comments about him." Borg raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Because he is a contradictory and complicated human being." Gal said, "You can't expect me to give him a single evaluation, you should know him better than me. Of course, this is for sure, you are his son, I just his enemy."

"Then I regret to tell you." Borg said, "You shouldn't have any good illusions about this man. He is worse than you can imagine."

"I've never fantasized about him," Gal said. "It's all based on...memory. You hate him so much, don't you say human cubs depend on their father? Maybe you're closer to your mother? I don't quite understand the sentiment, Don't be surprised, I don't have a father and a mother, I have myself."

Borg was silent for a moment.

"I'm not close to any of them," he said. "The nouns you speak are too distant from me."

"What a similarity." Gal laughed. "Okay, two lonely people. Tell me what you did here?"

Borg spoke slowly, gradually hearing Gall's breathing.Borg opened his eyes to find Gal asleep on his side.His eyes were covered by his palms, only the tip of his nose and lips were exposed, and his fair skin was stained with flushing.

"I told the story," Borg whispered. "Not for free. Gal?"

Gal was breathing steadily, his black hair was wet with water, and the nape of his neck was also flushed.He looked soft and well-behaved, as if giving off signs that he must be comfortable to hold.

"...You should be a little vigilant." Borg brushed his hair away with his fingertips, and slid his fingertips against his eyes against his ears.

Simply defenseless.

Borg felt that the night wind seemed to be softening, and the heat came up from the water. His fingertips were hot, and Gal seemed to be some kind of temptation.

Borg bowed his head.

"Dirty magic spell," Gall suddenly opened his eyes, his tone suddenly low, as if breaking the hot and sticky atmosphere around him, "You should wash your face Borg. Don't be seduced by this low-level magic spell, I still The man who can knock you down with a single punch is not the white, tender and cute you saw. Despicable warlock, get out! I... are you going to kiss me, Borg?"

"Yeah, a hot kiss." Borg slammed his elbow back, his palm seemed to be grasping someone's wrist, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.

Nothing on the steaming water.

The wind stopped unconsciously.

"Damn it." Gall's left eye left Borg's hand, and immediately fell into burning pain. He said irritably, "Damn night!"

There was a "click" sound, and the huge body got up from the pool, and the shadow shrouded the water surface.The sound of heavy breathing followed, and this body continued to climb up. When his front body climbed out of the cave door, it had become very huge, and the cave door even made a sound of cracking because his waist was stuck in the cave door.

The heat dissipates.

A huge smiley face stitched by needlework is grinning at them.

"...Mom..." He slurred his words, and made a sound from his stomach, "...Eat...you...eat...elves...spirits...bastards..."