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When the thunder exploded, Dylan flinched subconsciously.The small kitchen is still lit by oil lamps, but the sky outside still affects the entire building.From here, many of the windows are pitch black.

I don't know if this kind of weather will affect those instruments...

Dylan put the steamed cake into the lunch box and went out through the invisible barrier.

When Ding Le was found, the other party, as expected, seemed very frustrated.

During such inclement weather, the use of electrically powered equipment is contraindicated.It's probably best left alone, at least not without a professional repairman, lest you burn some parts.Ding Le strictly abided by the rules, put those instruments aside, and did not open them hastily.Naturally, work was delayed as a result.Dylan handed the red currant cake to Dingler, encouraged him for a while, then left the infirmary and started to go upstairs.

Perhaps because of the weather, the door to the commander's room was unexpectedly closed.

Dylan had to knock a few times and wait outside until the chief paladin came and opened the door.

There was no light in the house.Dylan walked in and found that the windows were also closed, not as they used to be.

Without paying too much attention to these things, Dylan put his lunch box on the table, only to find that one was missing.

How could there be another meal box?Has the Holy Knight Commander finished eating yet?

Dylan sat down with some doubts, and looked back at the man lying on the bed.

For some reason, Dylan always felt that today's paladin commander looked sluggish.

He hasn't said a word since Dylan entered the door, just leaning against the bed board, his eyes not looking at anything.When Dylan tried to call him, he would get the usual response, with the same tone.But because of this, Dylan felt even more strange.

What happened to the Holy Knight Commander?Having a bad mood?

Dylan pondered for a moment, cut out a piece of red currant cake, and handed it to the Chief Paladin.

The latter took it and ate it slowly, not in a perfunctory manner, but still absent-minded.

A new thought came to mind: maybe the chief paladin was just not feeling well.

Thunderstorms often cause sore bones and joints, especially for those who have been injured.

Ding Le should have been called.Dylan thought to himself, and suddenly heard a loud noise, which made Dylan almost jump up.

The white light outside the window followed closely behind, blooming into the shape of lightning, and disappeared from the field of vision in an instant.

Dylan heard the man's muffled grunt, and couldn't help but look back, seeing him curl up.

Oddly enough, when huddled up, a big man is really no different from a puppy.

They all want to protect themselves and hide in a safe place.

Dylan moved closer to the bed and took away the empty tray.

Afterwards, Dylan came back and patted the Paladin Commander on the back.

"It's okay, there will be no thunder soon, don't be afraid."

"..."

The other person turned around, his dark blue eyes filled with helplessness.

"Who told you I'm afraid of thunder?"

"Uh." Dylan rubbed his face, "No...I was talking to myself." One side made an embarrassing round, and the other side asked, "Then what's wrong with you? Shoulders? Back? Waist?" Dylan Len asked one by one, "Knee?"

The paladin leader nodded, "Whenever it rains, my knees do hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, Dylan didn't wait for the "but" to appear, but reached out and pressed the knee of the person on the bed.This immediately brought a reflexive stiffness.Even through the fabric, Dylan could feel how uncomfortable the paladin leader was.

But it's for his own good.

Dylan closed his eyes, and a very faint light radiated from his palm.Countless light spots flew out, circling around the slender palm in an orderly manner, like a band composed of a group of elves, listening to the conductor's order.

The overall atmosphere of the room was dark, but now it was lit up.

If you stand farther away, you might think it is a forest.

And those spirits of light are fireflies flying at night.

The invisible energy was transported into the body, warm and comfortable, as if the whole body was immersed in the sun-lit ocean, the man on the bed couldn't help grunting, satisfied from the bottom of his heart.The messenger by the bed was like a light source, so bright that he couldn't ignore it, and he gradually became dazed, lost in thought without realizing it.

What kind of scene is this?This is the light that he has been longing to embrace, but dare not approach... Now it is only a few feet away from him.What a great opportunity, he should take advantage of this moment, firmly grasp the light, and get rid of the lonely and cold place forever.

But how can the beautiful light accept the ugly shadow?

For years, he had treated him as a stranger.

Maybe it is.

With the disappearance of the energy, the light spot gradually dissipated, and Dylan put down his hand and opened his eyes at the same time.

What caught my eye was the image of the chief paladin staring at himself in a daze.Dylan looked away in embarrassment.

This is just the phototherapy technique that every envoy of the Holy See must learn.It's okay to fool outsiders, but it's not real therapy at all.

But if you have to say it, it should still be effective.

"Feeling better?" Dylan asked nervously.

The man on the bed nodded slightly, but there was no further response.The hairy head gradually drooped, as if it was about to sink into Dylan's arms.He quickly caught the head of the paladin, not understanding what was going on, he could only stroke the back of the head of the paladin up and down.

"Okay, okay," Dylan reassured, "It's not hard."

As he spoke, Dylan glanced out the window, it was still raining heavily.

The paladin commander raised his head, revealing a face covered with scars.

"Messenger, starting next week, you will never see me again."

Dylan froze for a moment, "Are you leaving? Where are you going? Are you bringing the Holy Knights with you?"

"Yes. Lots of places. The Wingmen are running around, experimenting with new weapons on the Munros."

"Oh." Dylan fell silent.

Next week... Today is the seventh day of the week.In other words, tomorrow is next week.

So His Excellency the Paladin Commander is leaving here tomorrow, leaving the entire Mabia, to carry out his mission?

Dylan felt that this kind of question should not be explored, but he still couldn't hold back, "Do you want to leave tomorrow?"

The paladin commander said calmly, "Going back to the monastery tomorrow, it will take some time to integrate the troops."

"I see," Dylan replied.

There was a long silence after that.

The chief paladin tilted his body, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a small bottle of wine from it.

The wine was colorless and transparent, not like wine.Dylan looked at the man on the bed in surprise and began to drink.

There is a strong smell of alcohol, but there is no sense of sweetness, nor is it beer.

It's so strange, what's the use of drinking this kind of stuff that is neither sweet nor fragrant?

Even though he was thinking this way, Dylan didn't make a sound on his face, just watched the chief paladin take a few sips, which drained the vial all at once.Then the chief paladin put the wine bottle on the stage, next to a brown paper bag.The thing behind caught Dylan's attention inexplicably.

That brown paper bag is really ugly.Maybe that's why Dylan was curious.He looked it up and down, guessing it had been in use for at least a few years, and the surface was wrinkled and weathered.Eight holes are punched at the top, and they are evenly distributed into two rows on the left and right. They are all connected by the same hemp rope, just like shoelaces.

It had been there all along, and it had just caught his attention now.

Dylan reached out a hand to get the paper bag.

"what are you doing?!"

Dylan trembled from shock at the loud shout, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Dylan turned his face away and met the scowling look of the Paladin Commander.

The situation in front of him made Dylan at a loss.Has his behavior crossed the line?But he just looked at it casually, and didn't mean to offend him... Dylan settled down and was about to explain, but the expression of the chief paladin suddenly softened.

"Sorry," the paladin leader grumbled, "I'm just... not used to people messing with my stuff."

The tone contains obvious unnaturalness.It seems that apologizing is not something the other party is good at.

"It's my fault." Dylan stood up and picked up a clean lunch box. "Farewell. You have a good rest."

There was a muffled snort from behind.Dylan pretended not to hear, opened the door and stepped out.

After walking a few steps, Dylan heard footsteps not far away.The paladin leader actually followed him out.

This realization puzzled Dylan.He went downstairs and screened himself before entering the courtyard.The men behind followed suit.However, Dylan did not envelop the other party with a barrier, but continued to ignore the other party's existence and walked across the courtyard to the small kitchen.

The first thing he did after entering the door was to kick the door unintentionally, and then locked the door with his backhand.In the small kitchen, Dylan slowly washed the lunch box and cleaned it up before reopening the door to go out.He expected that the chief paladin must have left by now.

As a result, the opposite is true.

The paladin commander was still standing outside the door, drenched in the rain numbly.When he saw him coming out, the eyes of the chief paladin moved, as if he wanted to say something, but what came out was a series of coughs.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Dylan's eyes widened instantly, "Sir, are you sick?"

It must have been raining for a long time.God, he was dawdling in the kitchen on purpose!

A feeling of regret arises spontaneously.Dylan mobilized energy in a hurry, adding a huge barrier to the Paladin Commander.In an instant, the rainwater began to change its course abruptly, sliding down the oval-shaped transparent dome to the ground.

The man on the opposite side finally finished coughing, and his face began to turn red, "No..." The chief paladin coughed again, and said in a half-hoarse voice, "I accidentally choked on my saliva just now."

"..."

Ok.

Anyway, if this goes on, a cold is inevitable.

Dylan pushed the chief paladin, "Go back and take a shower, don't follow me."

Even Dylan didn't realize that there was a lack of respect in his tone.

"No." The man in front of him replied, with a strong nasal voice.

The rain was still falling loudly, falling on the transparent barrier and bouncing into splashes.

Dylan narrowed his eyes and looked at the man, always feeling that something was wrong.

His Excellency the Paladin Commander's face was too red.

Red as a drunk.

Thinking of the alcohol before, Dylan realized something.Now this guy's sanity is probably not sober.

"You've got to go back and shower and change out of your wet clothes," Dylan insisted, "or you're going to get really sick."

The Paladin Commander looked at him, didn't say anything, just sniffed.

Dylan looked back at the other party, and an inexplicable thought arose in his heart.

It's really like a poor puppy that has been drenched...

But in terms of size, it should be a big dog.

Dylan snickered, and put his arms around the Paladin Commander.

"Let's go."

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