Violet and the Thorn Bird

The Free Mercenary Group does not belong to the kingdom. It is the only mercenary group that builds its lair in the wilderness outside the border wall.Borg chose the west of the ice lake, where there are undulating mountains, where the flames roam and occupy a large area of ​​land. Because of the existence of the Longman dwarves, they built this place into a solid military fortress.

When the dawn breaks through the sky, it spreads across the vast wilderness.The horseshoe stepped into the ground-hugging morning light and into the lowered drawbridge.The first whistle blew loudly, and Garl couldn't help admiring as the Borg's horses entered the huge closed fortress.

Praise the Langman dwarves for their ingenuity and chiseling their entire lair into the mountain.The surrounding mountain walls are surrounded by neatly arranged houses with strong personality, and the wall steps hovering on the mountain walls extend in all directions.Dwarves, humans, and even elves, all kinds of people shuttle here, and each house shows a unique style.The roof runs through, and the sunlight hits straight down from the top. In the most central position, there is an ancient flower tree bathed in sunlight.

"Where did you dig it?" Gal looked at the flowering tree, "The wisdom tree disappeared along with the treant, and the one in the Magic Forest has long since withered, and you actually raised one."

"It has always grown here." Borg got off his horse, raised his hand and gently stroked the green leaves of the wisdom tree, "grows here alone."

"I heard that if you call it, it will wake up the disappearing treant." Gal looked up at the wisdom tree that had already sprouted buds. "Winter is coming, and it can't bloom."

"I'll let it run as fast as I want." Borg glanced at Gal, "Don't worry."

The cub was hunkered down on Gal's chest, and Gall put his hand over his chest and said to Borg, "Here you go sir, please take your little one away, right away, I've had enough of it. How do you usually feed it?" Its? I thought it was weaned."

"It is indeed weaned." Borg threw the reins to the man who came to pull the horse, turned and walked up the wooden vine steps, "but obviously you reminded him of his mother."

"Stop kidding." Gal followed him. "I'm a male."

"Hmm." Borg was careless, he loosened the cloak of Lu Fengchen, and threw it on the handle of the wooden rattan steps.

"Your habits are like a grumpy child." Gall hugged his cloak unbearably, and patted the ashes in his arms, "You should take it back to the house and wash it yourself, it's not broken, wash it clean Like new. Hey, do you need me to hold your scabbard, too? I'm not your servant! Damn it, Borg! Why do I have to clean up after you, it sucks, I'm like your mom!"

"My mother doesn't talk much." Borg walked up the most remote steps, stopped in front of a vine house, opened the door, and then he turned and leaned against the door, "and never complained. Well, dear, tonight I don't want to do anything, you can... eh?"

Gal stood in the doorway, frowning, "You live here? Jesus, you're... like a dump. Make a deal buddy, it doesn't look like you're even going to find me a place to live. I'll clean it up for you House, how about you give me the bed? I can take the cubs."

"I don't have the habit of living with people." Borg looked lazy, "Especially strangers."

"Strangers?" Gal said, "we're not strangers, you touched my thigh, don't try to wipe it off honey, just a few hours ago, you touched my thigh very passionately. Although I firmly refused I don't want to clean up the dump, but I need a place to live. Honestly why do you have to bring me back? Do you want me to sweep your stairs? I don't care about that Good at it, but apparently you didn't intend to let me go either."

"You're right." Borg rubbed his finger at the corner of his lips, "You are an accident. But your purpose of approaching me so eagerly is curious, and you are not surprised to see Stock Borg. Before you I have seen me, but I have no reflection."

"Forget it, Borg." Gal threw the cub into his arms, "How many people can you remember? You don't look like you will remember others politely. The purpose of my approaching you is only for gold coins, I Gold coins are needed so I can register for the adventurer certificate. The adventurer world needs me, there are always idiots I need to save, and that's the only reason, understand?"

Borg stared at him, there was no scrutiny in his eyes, only calm to indifferent observation.Gal looked as usual, and even hugged his shoulders with great backbone, and confronted Borg coldly, almost like an old lover who came to crusade against a heartless person.

"Come in." Borg turned and entered the room.

However, Borg soon felt that he had been cheated. Gal's hands were obviously not as good as his tongue. He couldn't tidy up the house at all, and he even made a fuss about many daily objects.

"What's this?" Gal held the bottle. "It looks... um... You still have the cub's habit? That's surprising Borg."

"That's the cub's." Borg rolled over on the bed, "Feed it, don't talk!"

The cub sucked, its ears twitching merrily.Galton's heart was bubbling with tenderness, rolling on the blanket with the cub in his arms.

"Don't make a sound." Borg frowned fiercely, "Not at all."

"I don't." Gal said innocently, "Maybe you have hallucinations, have you seen a doctor? Of course I don't think so, you will strangle the doctor." He lay on the blanket and moved his arms comfortably, "This What is it! Fur?"

"Longman blanket." Borg covered his head with a pillow.

At this moment, the daylight on the top of the mountain is abundant, and the lighting in this house is very good. The sunlight is abundant in the rattan windows, scattered on the blankets and wooden boards.Cal had the cub on his chest, his eyelids heavy.

It felt weird.

Human sleepiness... He had never felt it so clearly before, and the feeling of lethargy and lethargy invaded his whole body.Gal was caged in the sun and gradually fell asleep.

The long darkness.

He was imprisoned in solitude, repeatedly looking at other people's things.He can't make a sound, he has no limbs, he doesn't even have a heart, he can only be like a wisp of consciousness, floating in the endless darkness.

The left eye started to heat up for some reason, and gradually became scalding hot, and the scorching pain ran through the whole body.Gal, who was walking in the dark in a dream one second, rolled over and sat up the next second, and he pressed his left eye hard with one hand.

The left eye seemed to be burning.

No, it is burning!

The cub rolled over on the blanket and howled.Gal was half bent over, his left eye was so painful that he couldn't open it.He gasped softly, raised his body and bumped his back against the edge of the bed.

It's a damn burning pain!It was as if he wanted to burn his hard-earned soul!

Borg, leaning over from behind, stared at him, the sun had disappeared, and the place had already fallen into darkness.Gal's shoulders trembled from the heat, and he punched the edge of the bed, panting in pain.

"Curse in the eyes." Borg was interested. "You offended the big man."

The clear green of Gal's right eye fluctuated, one hand was propped on the blanket, his black hair was wet with sweat, trembling, almost defenseless.

"Scorching." Borg said softly, "It's the technique of the temple, inherited from the god of fire, An Keli. Someone locked the curse in your left eye, and you dreamed of something that crossed the border, and it is warning you."

"I dreamed about my stuff." Gal gasped, fixed his right eye on Borg, and said firmly, "That's mine!"

"Maybe." Borg propped himself up on his knees, "but it doesn't think so."

The burning of his left eye became manic, almost like a nightmare reappearing, the pain of being burned by the flames stimulated his whole body, making Gal tremble uncontrollably.

No one told him that this was the price of being alive, no one!

"Little poor." Borg admired his pain, and brushed his black hair lightly with his fingers, "You are more delicious than usual."

Gall suddenly took his hand and pressed it to his left eye.The cold feeling poured down in an instant, and Gal let out a greedy snort.He approached Berg, pressed Berg's hand, and the eyelashes of his left eye fluttered against Berg's palm.

"Accidental effect." Borg pressed his palm against his left eye, bowed his head and asked, "Is it comfortable?"

Gal gasped softly and closed his right eye.He looks very obedient, and his immature appearance is even more obedient, as if he is opening everything and letting Borg plunder.Borg was not polite, he raised Gal's face with his other hand, and looked at his fair skin and his reddish greedy expression like drunkenness.The mouth is half-opened, and the tender tongue looms gently with the panting.Borg just looked at it as if it were his own belongings.

"Remuneration equal to comfort." Borg squeezed his chin, "You should give me something."

"Show your kindness." Gall breathed unsteadily.

"There is no need to discuss things that don't exist." Borg withdrew his hand coldly, "If you don't want to pay the price, you can't enjoy it. This is the law of survival, I am a simple little idiot."

Gall groaned in pain, as the searing pain hit him even more violently.He suddenly opened his eyes, pressed Berg's shoulder suddenly, and pressed Berg directly onto the bed with great force, and the bed was even shaken by this shock.

"This is not a deal." Gal's left eye seemed to be red in the dim light, he said viciously, "It's not a negotiation either."

His unique and powerful strength was finally revealed again. He was riding on Borg, pressing on Borg's shoulders, like a wild beast that was close to madness, which made Borg unable to resist.

Even though he couldn't resist this terrifying force, Borg still had a way to make Gal roll down.But he didn't do anything, because the beast bent down, clinging to his palm like a cub, and gently pressed its left eye against it.

The scorching heat through his eyelids almost scalded Borg, but in this not-so-pleasant atmosphere, he unexpectedly felt a little bit of strange pleasure.

Look at this little beast, his fangs are very fierce, always exposed when he doesn't expect it.He is so fragile, so fragile that he can only be controlled by himself.

It feels like occupying a "person" completely and unreservedly.

Borg frowned silently amidst the sore shoulder.