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The door of the infirmary was firmly shut until a hand stretched out and quietly pushed it open.

The door didn't open very much, only a crack appeared, but it still alarmed the people inside.

"Who?"

Seeing that he was seen through, Dylan simply stepped in.

What appeared in his field of vision surprised him.

Repa was sitting on the hospital bed, his mane was in a mess on his head, his untrimmed beard was sloppy, but his eyes were unusually bright, especially after seeing Dylan, the whole person shouted excitedly With a sound, he rushed directly to the door.

"baby!"

Dylan stood still, showing no sign of dodging.Repa threw himself halfway, and was suddenly caught by the chains on his hands and feet, making a howling sound. No matter how much Repa struggled and twisted, he couldn't go any further, and felt a little sympathy in his heart.

What a big man, but he was imprisoned like an animal...

Dylan sighed softly, but he did not forget why he came.

"Can you stop pretending, Repa?"

The paladin froze for a moment, then tilted his head to look at Dylan.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand very well."

Dylan took two steps forward and said word by word in front of Repa, "I told you to stop pretending."

Repa looked at him inexplicably, "Okay." He didn't argue, but just shook the shackles on his wrists, "Honey, can you help me remove this? It's inconvenient to do anything now. They said they were afraid that I would go again Attacking you. But I have no other intentions, I promise to knock on the door before entering your room in the future, okay?"

Or do you insist on acting?Dylan suddenly became annoyed.

"I didn't sleep last night," Dylan said. "Do you know why?"

Repa replied ignorantly, "I don't know." After a pause, he added, "What's bothering you?"

"I was just thinking about it. Your business," Dylan said firmly. "You're actually sane, aren't you?"

"Yes. They say I'm sick, but I feel pretty good, I can eat and drink, and I'm more energetic than before."

"And the therapist can't find out what's wrong with you, can they?"

"Yes, so this means that I am not sick!"

"That's what I thought," Dylan said, "so you can only be acting." He leaned forward, grabbed Repa by the collar and yelled, "Stop playing! Whatever your purpose, Just say it! Money, do you want it? That’s why you agreed to release the water from the consul, do you want money now too?”

Repa stared at him blankly.

"I...I..."

Why are you stuttering, are you scared by yourself?

Dylan let go of his hand slightly, but continued talking on his face.

"Admit it, you're just acting."

Repa pursed his lips, his expression a little hurt.

"As long as you admit it, I won't care about what you did." Dylan stared at Repa, and his tone gradually softened, "Please. It's no good for anyone if you spend any more time here. I believe you will too. You can't get what you want, unless we agree, make concessions to each other, and then..."

"I don't want anything!" Repa interrupted suddenly and roughly, "I just want you." His tone was tinged with despair, "You think I don't know what's wrong with my behavior? But what can I do, I just want When I saw you, it was like crazy."

Dylan's eyes wavered slightly, and he let Repa continue talking to himself.

"I had a lot of things I wanted to do, but now I can't think of anything, only my feelings for you. Maybe I'm really sick. Since the day of the game, I haven't been normal until now. This... It's like I'm still here, but my body has been controlled by other souls..." Repa thumped his chest heavily, "While trying to control myself, I can't ask for it at the same time... It's so uncomfortable, every day is like It's like dying..."

This is the first time Repa has confessed how he feels.Anyone can see how much pain this imprisoned paladin is suffering at the moment.He wants to get rid of the current state, but there is nothing he can do, he can only let his will be driven and suffer for it.

Dylan was inevitably moved, and stretched out his arms to hug Repa tightly, while comforting him with words.

"Don't worry, we will definitely find a way to bring you back to normal."

Repa buried his head into Dylan's neck cooperatively, took a deep breath, and his frustration disappeared immediately.

So fragrant...

Taking advantage of the opportunity of hugging, Repa wrapped his back around the thin waist, not aware of Dylan's resistance, knowing that he must want to comfort himself, even if he found out, he couldn't bear to push away.This is a good opportunity.Leipa laughed secretly, and moved his big hand secretly, rubbing the messenger's back through the white robe.

Suddenly, the door of the infirmary was pushed open vigorously.

"...Yeah, you have to bring it back to the Holy See to deal with it..."

When seeing the scene on the bed, the conversation stopped abruptly.

The paladin commander stopped listening earlier.The bodies of the two people in sight were close together, like vines intertwined with each other, with one head buried in the other's neck.Such an intimate scene made his blood flow up instantly, and there was a bang in his head, he was about to explode.

Fortunately, what remained of his sanity told him that this might not be what he saw.

The paladin leader took a deep breath, and strode forward to separate the two.

But before he got close, the messenger raised his head alertly.

I thought this guy had suddenly awakened, but in the end he remained stubborn.

Dylan gritted his teeth and slapped off those dishonest hands, and quickly pulled back.

At this time, the therapist Ding Le also came over and confirmed that the chain was intact.

Afterwards, Ding Le turned his head and greeted the envoys beside him, "Have you had lunch yet?"

When Dylan thought about the food here, he couldn't help frowning, "No...how about you?"

"I can't eat it." Dingler complained, "The food here is as oily as a ghost."

Dylan felt the same way, "That's not true, I just made the messengers vomit and diarrhoea."

Both paladins watched them as if they were listening to the Arabian Nights.

Dingler took off the vial from the shelf and weighed the remaining liquid inside.

"I've heard about that too. In fact, the consul has made arrangements for this aspect, but for some reason, they haven't been cooperated. I think it's probably...haha." Ding Le suddenly smiled and restrained his words, "It should be just The cook doesn't know how to cook light meals."

Dylan said, "Then I'll talk to the cook about letting me use the kitchen."

"You want to cook?!" Ding Le's voice could not contain the joy, "That's great."

Although in the Holy See, the cafeteria can meet the needs most of the time, but whenever Dylan baked something in private, Ding Le would come to grab a share, which is called not wasting flour.For Dylan, cooking was one of his inherent skills growing up.Even when he was in school, he would find time to treat himself with extra desserts.

"What were you discussing before you came in?" Dylan tried to bring the conversation back on track.

"Ah, that." Ding Le remembered now, and glanced at the chief paladin, "I'm saying, the facilities here are too crude, and I can't do anything about Repa's situation. If you really want to cure Repa, I still recommend Send him to the Holy See, where the instruments are much more complete."

Yes.Dylan suddenly realized.Why didn't I think of this?

This is the perfect reason to bring Repa back to the Holy See for treatment.

Now, the paladin leader definitely has no way to veto it.

Glancing at the expectant eyes, the Paladin Commander said lightly, "No."

Dylan frowned. "Why not? Don't you want to fix Repa?"

The chief paladin said, "I believe in the level of this healer. I will also provide him with the greatest support. But for the sake of Repa's reputation, I cannot let Repa leave here." After a pause, facing the two Seeing puzzled eyes, the chief paladin continued, "I don't intend to offend, but there will be a lot of people talking in any colony. And Repa's symptoms must not be known."

While Dylan was still in a daze, a reminder came from his ear.

"Don't forget that he also has a fiancée."

I see.Dylan shivered all over.

If Repa's fiancée saw him like this...

God, it's hard to imagine how disastrous that would be.

What's more, if he wants to save his own face, the monarch will inevitably keep the nobles silent when he goes back, and will not talk about the issue of Paladin Repa in public.But if Repa went out in a grand manner, talking madly in front of the people, there would be no room for redemption.

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