Violet and the Thorn Bird

Chapter 5 Impatient

Gall suddenly raised one hand to grab Borg's wrist, and pressed his warm fingers against his throat with terrifying strength, but Gall was even stronger, and he even pulled Borg's fingers away bit by bit.

"You almost strangled me," Gal tilted his head back, "relax your fingers, relax! We can have a good chat, I don't know what you like, I just listen to my heart. I still think it's very Looks good, oh you've got more strength! Give it up, let go, you're strong, but it's nothing to me."

Borg lifted him up with his body. Gal was too light, and it was impossible to imagine where his strength came from.

"Gold coins!" Gall poured out the gold coins in his pocket as he was struggling, he grabbed Borg's hand and urged, "Your gold coins!"

"My gold coins!" Gray pushed away from the crowd and walked quickly.

However, in the next second, he saw with his own eyes that the chicken-like kid raised his legs and clamped Berg's neck suddenly, and then clamped it tightly, twisting Berg violently against the side of the horse pen.The gold coins jingled and slid, and Gal grabbed a few of them into his arms, and was about to run when he climbed onto the wooden railing.The lower back was pulled back by the Borg probe, and Gal had to pull back his belt again.

"Don't pull it so tight!" Gal tugged on the belt, "I'm going to break my friend! Let go!"

As soon as the voice dropped from the belt, it was torn in two with a "stab", and then the torn robe was opened cheerfully, and the two people facing each other fell into silence for a second.

"Oh." Borg looked him over. "Walking birds is not a good habit... thieves. And you have nothing worth walking."

"Hey!" Gal said irritably, "I said it was going to break! You know I have no money! I can still wear this robe for a few days!" He quickly tightened the robe, "Frankness is what humans should have. Virtue, I mean it's not shameful, if you want to take a walk you can do it now. Stop staring at others and go home and watch your own! You bastard!"

"My gold coin is back!" Gray trotted all the way, hugging the gold coin he lost and recovered, and kissed it several times lovingly, "My little gold coin!"

"Uh." Gal's goosebumps were stimulated by his fanatical expression.

"Let the thief go to prison." Fanny hugged her shoulders, "There will be someone there who will teach him to admit his mistakes."

"No, don't, please don't be such a beautiful lady." Gal wrapped himself up in horror, "Don't be like this, I just want a gold coin poorly, and one is enough. Maybe I can do some work to repay you? After all, we Have the same dream, to rule the world of adventurers..."

Borg had already picked up his collar, and Gal lifted his feet off the ground and hugged himself tightly like a quail, "Relax, relax friend, why are you always so tight! Are you the boss? We can talk! Let's talk How? Where are you taking me? I don't want to go to jail, I haven't started yet!"

"Since walking the bird makes you happy." Borg raised his hand and took off his cloak when he stepped into the tavern, there was a moment of silence in the bustling tavern, he turned his head to Gall and slowed down his speech, "I will let you have a good walk. "

Gal inexplicably felt a chill in his lower body, he carefully wrapped his robe tightly, and did not forget to praise, "Your blonde hair color is awesome."

Gal, who was hung on the tree at night, was shaking, and he was swinging in the air, "I'm a bit cold, the veins of ice shroud this place, and the night is the main field of cold air. Miss, how about putting a blanket on me?"

"Your tongue is amazing." Fanny lit the oil lamp and shone in front of Gal's face, "It has been working continuously for a long time, you should let it rest for a while. Borg hates noise, if you continue, he will cut it off of your tongue."

"Someone always wants to cut off my tongue." Gal was chilled by the wind, "but it's still here. Don't threaten my lady. A hunter is not afraid of threats, he is only afraid of cold."

"You should be glad it's not winter yet." Fanny said, "Being turned into a popsicle will make you forget the cold."

"Okay thanks, I appreciate it." Gal said kindly, "I'd appreciate it even more if you let me go. Is the dwarf still not calm? The gold coin has been returned to him, and seriously, he looks like he really wants to die I bought these gold coins. I have plenty to give him as an apology, in my house."

"You should tell him." Fanny turned around holding the oil lamp.

"Beautiful lady!" Gal dangled in the air, "How can I praise you, your hair is like the dense vines of the Magic Forest, but it is also like the sparkling waves of a frozen lake, your eyes are so bright, it's almost Like...Miss! Friend! Come back Friend! Don't leave me alone, I'll be scared."

He swayed in front of the empty tree, silent for a while and recited the poem lonely.

"Shut your mouth." The man lying on the balcony on the third floor crushed the cigarette, "Shut it tightly."

Borg hadn't turned on the lamp, and it was pitch black where he stood.His tone was not good, and in fact every word he said was full of displeasure.His blond hair and blue eyes were hidden in the darkness, Cal felt his gaze was cold as hell as he was blown by the wind, and he said this, threateningly.Gal didn't know what he was going to do, he just stared at himself like a lion looking for something to amuse before going to sleep.Gal, who could not speak, whistled intermittently in the wind.

"Do you want to pee?" Just when Gal thought he could liven up the atmosphere a little, Borg picked up a cigarette again and polished the "jumping fire" sent by the temple in the wind.The light flashed by, his face only appeared for a few seconds, and then it was hidden in the darkness again, leaving only smoke and stars, "That's it."

"Thanks, I don't want to," Gal said, "and it's rude to do it with the wind, why do you really want me to do it? I don't know if the wind will blow to the third floor, but the smell, the smell, do you understand, besides, I never hang Habit of solving this in mid-air."

"Then close your mouth like your bird." Borg exhaled the smoke, and pointed the ash with his long finger, "Don't let me hear a little sound."

Half of Gal's calf was exposed, dangling in the air.Borg looked at him silently, he was really small, at most he had just turned eighteen, his jet-black hair looked very soft, but his mouth was the source of evil that shattered all illusions.

"You're looking at my legs." Gal was confident, "Well, this is a bit unexpected, I thought you would look at it openly. Do you just dare to look at it?" His green eyes were under the messy black hair, as if bewitching , "I don't mind...you can get closer. It's nothing, do you like men? Or me? Our encounter is very unusual, maybe we can consider each other? As an equal exchange, you can put me down."

"You are also unexpected." Borg rolled his eyes over his calf, "But I don't like invitations, I only like encroachment."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Gal said briskly, "Come on...Borg. Come and untie me, and see if I break your neck, or you occupy my body. Don't be a coward, hiding in the dark salivating."

"Your legs are beautiful." But Borg didn't move, he just finished his cigarette, "Looks like it's going to break, crisp."

With the ambiguous danger in his ears, Gal kicked his feet, a little discouraged, "I said let me go, just for one night!"

"This night is just the beginning," Borg said. "You'll hang here until winter comes. The wind and snow will bury the body, so that you can live forever, jingle and crisp."

"Stop kidding!" Gal said. "I can join you! I'm the hunter, the best hunter."

"Then the best hunter is over." Borg stood up, "Hunting is my game, and you have become my prey."

"I know where the treasure is! The devil's treasure!" Gal saw that he was about to turn around, "It's comparable to the treasure of Green's family! All of them are gems! You need it, Stock Borg!"

Borg stopped.

Gall said, "I also know about Shagog... Shagog's treasure."

"That's awesome." Borg looked back. "It's more stylish with a secret popsicle. Goodnight thief, and have a great first night."

Gal was shaking a bit from the blow, he murmured badly and looked pathetic.The third floor fell silent, and Borg might have fallen asleep.Gal sniffled, and the tears he squeezed out were dried by the wind. He swung his body violently, clamped his legs on the tree pole, and turned up hard.The binding rope was rubbed loose, Gal let go and quickly untied it.

"Damn brat!" he said. "I should have told his dad what a nasty man he was! No mercy! 'I only like encroachment', ahem, I only like encroachment! What a pompous statement!"

Cal talked in a low voice as he untied the rope and made his way down the tree trunk.He had been tied for too long, and his body was sore.Gal fastened his robe with rope for a girdle, only to find that his shoes were missing.He jumped on the ground with his bare feet twice, and the stone slabs on the ground were so cold that he shivered.

Gall missed the hidden gold coins, but he couldn't throw away the serpent's gem.He looked at the wide-open windows on the third floor and climbed up the cane, thanks to his weight.

He landed softly on the balcony, where Borg was sleeping.Cal moved silently to the side of the bed, fumbling around where the laundry was kept, but it wasn't there.

Maybe inside.

Cal leaned against the edge of the bed and went silently to the inner cabinet. The unlocked drawer was pulled open, and he reached in and fumbled for it.This drawer was a bit weird, and it seemed like he couldn't reach the bottom with his hands, so Gal had to change from squatting to half-squatting.

oh my god.

Gal touched in wonder.

Untouchable drawers!

How it does it!

Although you can't touch the bottom, you can touch many things.Gal kept taking them out, and gradually piled them up into hills. He became a little impatient, and felt a little moist with his fingertips.

That's it, the touch.

Gal pawed hard, and the gem slowly turned with his fingertips.Gal pawed at the edge of the drawer, wanting to see if it was true or not.

"Thieves are always impatient."

The back of his neck suddenly felt cold, and one finger pointed to the back of his neck, slid down to his lower back, and then pushed him in front of the cabinet ungentlely.

"I'm just sure my baby!" Cal was pressed in front of the cabinet, his goosebumps were raised by this hand, "By the way, see if you are asleep! If not! I can sing you a lullaby! I sing Very good, do you want to hear it?"

"Using your mouth?" Borg's voice was right next to his ears, his hand grabbed Gal's lower back, pushed him hard against the cabinet, and then pressed his other hand against Gal's face, "It's better to use what you just said. Where would you like to contribute?"

Gal's chin was caught hard, he licked his inconspicuous small fangs, and provocatively said, "If you really want to do it, I welcome it very much. I can also make you cry and shout, do you want to experience it, friend ?”

The two people looked at each other, before biting fiercely, Cal yelled again, his eyes widened and he said, "It's biting me!"

There is still something in this drawer, it is alive!

"What did you keep in there!" Gal said, "Oh... sticky... is it snot!"

Gray suddenly opened the door and saw the two of them leaning against the cabinet and said "Oh" before covering their eyes, "I knew it! Boss, I knew it was interesting for you to keep him! No, I'm not talking about this ! Snotbeasts! The boss is full of Snotbeasts!"

"It's here to get the cubs back." Fanny hurriedly put on her gloves and covered her eyes with an "oh" at the door, "Don't continue Borg, it's too late! I mean can you stop for a while? Let's continue after we've dealt with the Snotbeast!"

"No, we didn't, I mean..." Gal yelled again, gripping Borg's collar with his other hand, screaming, "It's biting my finger! Slimy! It's disgusting !"

"Got it, shut up!" Borg was dragged in front of him, almost face to face with him, and then Borg grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

The huge suction force sucked tightly to the wrist, which meant to swallow Gal like this.The sticky liquid was extremely disgusting, coating the skin like snot.

"Don't worry, thief." Borg comforted, "If you can't pull it out, I will cut off this hand for you."

Gal: "..."