Violet and the Thorn Bird

Chapter 15 Dr. Darren

"Lover relationship." Gal's left eye half-closed because of the pain, "father-son relationship, friend relationship, brother relationship... Will you believe what I say? If you don't believe it, then why should I say it? Borg, yours There are so many questions, like a three-year-old child, do you need a gentle Papa Gal to hug you?"

"Your evasion is really not obvious at all." Borg faced him face to face, "You are hiding."

"Are you always so straightforward when interacting with people?" Gal adjusted his posture slightly.

"If the other party is human." Borg turned his head and looked straight ahead.The room was dim, with only the afterglow of the sun peeking out from the top window.Looking closely, Borg's profile is really amazing.Gall recalled the faces of the gods, but couldn't find a more "perfect" one than Borg.

"Your mother must be a beauty," Gall said, "a real beauty. Are the elves so perfect? ​​All I know is that they are light and inhabiting the forest. The magic forest also came to the elves a long time ago, but they just wanted the wisdom tree , After being rejected by the Snakeman, he never set foot in the north of the wilderness again. It is really a very beautiful race. Xia Ge is so lucky, he holds justice in his hand, and can die peacefully in happiness."

"If I remember correctly." Borg looked sideways, "You were calling him a liar just a few days ago."

"He is indeed a liar to the abyss," Gall said. "He lied to Sean, he lied to the snake man, he lied to the devil king, and he even almost fooled the tree man in the forest of magic. His wisdom also made me realize the cunning and greed of human beings. I mean in the story."

"You don't sound like you're telling a story at all when you talk." Borg held out his finger, but Gal dodged it, but Borg still touched his neck, "Unknown sometimes means deceit, and you're a liar too. "

"Don't say that." Gal smiled, "It's true what I said about saving the world, and it's true when I said about loving you. Your palm is more attractive to me than you. It is the god that dominates me at night, and it feels so cool. It's comfortable. Oh, it makes me want to take it off and carry it with me, but you only have one pair of hands, and it would be cruel to cut them off, but I'm a kind person."

"You should try it," said Borg, "and see if they keep you cool off my body, poor thing."

"For my eyes," Gall said, "I'll keep them on you."

"Thank you very much, it may have another purpose, the kind that also makes you happy." Borg sat up, his bare upper body showing strong lines as he bent over to get his clothes.He put on his shirt, pulled off the blanket, and went to the table in only his shorts, pouring himself a glass of water.

"You've slept so peacefully for so long." Gal lay on the bed and looked at him, "If I slash the dagger, you'll die baby."

"It's not threatening to say nothing." Borg raised his hand and grabbed the back of his neck, exhaling heavily, "Compared with a dagger, you can use your hands, which is more convenient."

"I love daggers." Gall pulled the blanket over. "It's so cool, it can kill people in the dark, and then I walk in the dark and listen to people's trembling prayers. It's so cool. Hey, this idea is really cool." Great! I’m going to save the world like this. Human beings will praise me, and my name will resound throughout the continent for hundreds of years to come.”

Borg was fully clothed, and the room was brightly lit.He tightened his cuffs, and was called back by Gal when he was about to leave.

"Pull the curtains Borg," Gal patted the fluffy pillow, "I'm going to sleep."

"I wish you a sweet dream." Borg pulled the rope of the curtain casually, "I will see you in my dream."

"No, I don't!" Gal said, "I don't want to dream about you! Please!"

"Okay," Borg said as he closed the door. "I'll go in, Gal. Have a good time."

Immediately after the door closed there was a whining sound of smashing pillows.

"Morning." Fanny was drinking juice and flipping through the book in front of the rattan terrace, "Is your little one okay? It seemed to be dying yesterday."

"It seems that your friend is doing well." Borg sat down and ordered a glass of wine, "Why did he ask you?"

"...Boss." Fanny looked up, "I'm talking about the cub, Belle, that Belle!"

"Huh—?" Borg sipped his wine.

"Well, Gal did come, too," said Fanny. "He just came to see the cub, and it's a bit uncomfortable after eating Peeping Eye. Are you going to keep Gal sleeping in your bed? I mean You've accepted him? God, he's only been here a few days and I don't know anything about him."

"He carries secrets," Borg said, "and I like to dig into other people's secrets."

"This excuse doesn't convince me at all." Fanny touched the tip of her nose, "I can't smell him, there are many strange things about him... and he really doesn't look like a living human being, He doesn't even know milk and onion balls."

"You're equally interested in him." Borg looked at her, "but this time I'm going to ask you not to spend time with him."

"Hey," Fanny said, "I'm not interested in him! But I need to find out who he really is! Are you possessive? Keep me out of him."

"You can understand it that way." Borg leaned back relaxed in the chair, "I'll figure it out myself. He's dangerous, friend."

"He's just brute force," Fanny said, "and he's foolhardy."

"Too hasty judgment will make you lose your normal vision." Borg said, "Don't make me repeat Fanny, he is dangerous, stay away from him, he is just my prey now, understand?"

His tone was calm and his eyes were lazy.However, Fanny seemed to feel the burning temperature in the air. She closed the book and said quickly, "Okay, I won't study him anymore... and I won't get close to him again."

"Fine," Borg said. "Is Darren there?"

"The doctor is at his house," Fanny said. "He said he would plant bindweed in the yard today."

Borg had another drink before getting up to go to Dr. Darren's place.

"You almost made him angry." Gray suddenly poked his head out of the rattan platform and climbed onto the chair, "I can even hear the sound of burning!"

"He won't get angry easily." Fanny lost interest, "But he is indeed warning me."

"What the hell are you suspecting?" Gray grabbed the meatloaf, "Gal is just a kid."

"If he's just an ordinary kid," Fanny said, "dwarves, no race can escape my nose except that I can't smell the gods. Gal is strange...he makes me feel very delicate. I shut myself Look for him with your eyes, and all he has is darkness."

"Ha," Gray slapped her on the shoulder, "you're not a dog! Whatever, there's a Borg anyway."

Fanny slapped him away helplessly and didn't continue.

"A miracle." Darren, wearing glasses, got up and watched Borg walk through the fence into his yard, and said without any emotion, "Look who is here, a guy who just wants to kill the doctor."

"You should have a terrified expression." Borg raised his hand and put a cigarette in his mouth, and threw the rest to Darren, "But I forgot, facial paralysis can't mobilize facial nerves, making expressions is for you Too difficult."

"Absolutely not." Darren ignited the jumping fire for Borg, but held his own between his fingers and didn't light it. "I just don't want to waste my face in front of your eyes. What are you doing here? If it's fire If the imprint of God is restless, then I am very happy, you are only a thin line away from death."

"I'm standing on the edge of the abyss." Borg exhaled smoke, "but no one dared to take me away, not even the god of death. It's a pity that it didn't move, and it was still as obedient as a dog in my body."

"That's for your little sweetheart," Darren said. "The kid with the green eyes."

"Tell me what you know," Borg said.

"He's human." Darren leaned back against the fence, "There's no doubt about it, but it's strange that a human has no smell. Fanny's nose can even detect the smell of Sean the Dragon Knight, but she can't. Capture a human."

"Exception." Borg bit his cigarette, "He is indeed very special."

"Well, I hope we understand the same meaning." Darren said, "His strength also surpasses that of human beings, and he is in a state of blessing from the gods. With all due respect, if you compare strength alone, you will be overwhelmed by him." Crushed. But unexpectedly, he controlled it very well. I heard that he held the cub during this trip, and the cub was unharmed, which is a good indication that he knows how to use this strange force. In other words, he Totally aware of being special and practicing for it. Fanny told me he got hit badly by Randolph but you didn't come to me or even ask for any meds...he looks healed , I just want to know how long it took him to heal the wound?"

"Several hours," Borg said, "so fast that it doesn't leave a scar."

"I think I need to take his blood," Darren said. "It's a warrior's dream drug. Of course, you don't seem to agree. Then I can only rely on imagination, such a strong vitality I have only heard of." The tree man's tears, it is rumored that as long as the snake man is covered by its light, all wounds will be healed, so they can become the main force of the demon king. Maybe he has this thing? Oh." He continued with a blank expression, " It's just bullshit."

"He has only the Snakeman's stone and a dagger," said Borg, half-smoked, "and nothing else."

"So you touched him all over?" Darren said. "You've rarely been this eager."

"Really." Borg was a little bored, he crushed the cigarette directly on his fingertips, "You get nothing."

"You should be happy." Darren pushed down his glasses. "If there is something to gain, I will be interested in him. His appearance is in line with my appetite. I will always treat this kind of sweetheart with tenderness. What a pity, you seem The exclusive circle has been drawn."

"Your wit is really delightful." Borg threw the cigarette butt into the doctor's small rattan basket, turned and left.

"Please don't throw it away." Darren maintained his tone. "I don't accept cigarette butts in my trash basket, they will destroy my floral fragrance. Are you leaving now, Borg, as your doctor, I suggest you let me check the imprint .”

"It's in my body," Borg turned his head, his eyes were a little bit stern, "I said I can control it."

"Okay." Darren backed away slowly from his gaze, "Okay sir."