Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richel was not completely sure whether his guess was correct, so he could only invite a more professional pharmacist to make a diagnosis.

He was chatting with Inquisitor Haruk in the living room downstairs, and he had a great impression of this serious gentleman.

Although it is inevitable to reveal a bit pedantic in doing things, he has erudite knowledge and admirable self-cultivation.

"I heard that a tragedy happened in your block some time ago." Judge Haruk asked suddenly.

This made Richel a little surprised. After thinking about it, the honorable count died in a restaurant owned by a commoner goblin in the outer city. This was already very topical.

"His trip to Liberty City was arranged by me." Haruk explained, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, "We studied together at Imperial College many years ago."

Richer suddenly understood, but he didn't know why they kept asking him this question, and he didn't know anything about it either.

Haruk's thinking was very simple. He hardly knew the people who lived in the outer city and the closest to Geli Street. It was rare to meet one, so he asked casually.

"My lord, all I know is that when he was in Gerry Street, he was already a zombie, not a living person."

Zombies have zombie protection laws that do not apply to living people.

"Zombie?" Haruk frowned and repeated the word, "However, during those few days in Liberty City, he didn't have any abnormalities."

"Forgive me, if you want to know the truth, why don't you just ask those two goblins? People died on their territory, and they are masters and servants. They should know more than others."

Richel felt that when he recalled those horrific scenes, he could become calm.

"If they still have time to speak alive." Haruk said.

Richel was startled, "Dead?"

Haruk nodded, took a sip of the malt liquor in the glass, "It's a bit strange."

Richel let out an "oh" and fell silent.

Although he had met the so-called earl that night, he was still just an outsider, how could he know so much.

"Maybe someone else killed him before, and then killed the goblin to silence him." Lei Nuo said frivolously as he sat aside.

Haruk paused for a moment, then said: "You know, I was inseparable from him in those few days, unless..."

He didn't go on.

Richer didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly remembered the words of the nuns of Saint Laurent Abbey.

The count lived in the castellan's house.

Earl Haruk murmured, "He looked a little weird in those days."

"Father, do you still remember that Earl Anders once said that I should go to Reston to develop on the night of the reception banquet?"

Renault said, "Later, I asked me in private if I was bored with my current life, and if I wanted to experience another completely different life."

"A completely different life?" Haruk chuckled, "Even if you die, you are still the son of the judge of Liberty City, let alone going to Reston."

The men were chatting, when there was movement at the top of the stairs, several ladies and ladies came over.

"The toxin from the heat is very strong, and we need to bleed some blood to get rid of the toxin, so that Madam will have a chance to overcome the disease." The pharmacist wiped his hands. He just poured out the urine for an experiment and came to this conclusion.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Richer's face became more serious, "It's winter now."

"That's why it's even more terrible. You need to hurry up and let the blood out."

"Then tell me, what caused the heat poisoning?"

"Naturally a demon."

"Isn't Mrs. Alice protected by the Holy Light of the Bishop? Why is she still being harassed by demons?"

"This..." The pharmacist didn't know how to justify himself, "Ken, there must be some kind of power that interfered with the blessing of the Holy Light from the Bishop."

"Are you questioning the bishop's ability? Do you think he can't fight the devil?"

"I didn't say that, don't slander me!" The pharmacist became excited, his round face flushed red.

"Then do you know that the lady is extremely weak now, if she takes another bloodletting, maybe the next time, she will die from excessive blood loss!" Richel said in righteous indignation.

It was rare for him to be so excited, because he was witnessing a living life dying under the gorgeous lies of quack doctors and monks.

"Richer, you are just a cook, you just have to prepare delicious dishes and serve them to Aunt Alice, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

Grice frowned and reminded, "Don't ask for trouble."

"So you're just a cook." The pharmacist immediately became confident, and his expression became proud. "Have you ever seen a devil and know how he can harm people? Go back to your kitchen and bake bread."

"Seeing that you are so clear about the devil's tricks, it is more likely that you are an accomplice who worked together with the devil and cheated money together." Adrian sneered.

"You guys want to slander a person like this, I can't help it." The pharmacist was so angry that he left Haruk's mansion with his belongings.

Richel looked at the people in Haruk's family present, and found that they all looked at him with uncertain expressions, and their eyes were obviously more inclined to the pharmacist's point of view.

"Forgive me for not being able to treat Mrs. Alice, or even prepare delicious dishes to make her happy." Richel declined their family's invitation.

He knew that Mrs. Alice was in danger, but no one would believe such words.

His original intention was to invite the pharmacist to confirm again, to use a professional perspective to see whether Mrs. Alice had lost too much blood or was suffering from a disease, but he did not expect to get such a ridiculous answer.

Is there a demon at work, doesn't Adrian know?

At this moment, she is very weak and exhausted. If he should come down, the food therapy process will take at least one or two months. If she can't stand kicking one day, the Haruk family, the bishop and the pharmacist don't think it's because of the previous blood loss. There is every reason to put the responsibility on him.

Before he left, he endured and endured, but he still couldn't help saying: "Ms. Alice is just a few minor illnesses, and there is no need to go to the level of bloodletting. If you believe the pharmacist, then everyone in the room should do this. The one who decided, and the pharmacist, were her murderers."

Richel and Adrian walked out of the mansion and got into the carriage.

The atmosphere in the carriage was much more solemn than when he came here. Richer put his hands on his cheeks and looked sideways at the turbulent wind and snow outside the window.

A few big tentacles on the opposite side occupied it, meandering upwards along the depression of the spine, wandering and spreading to the back of his shoulders, the suction cups stuck to the places that Richel taught him to call "acupuncture points", and sucked hard a few times.

During his gentle massage, Richel's tense shoulder and back muscles relaxed, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

He grabbed an itchy arm, pulled it out and touched it. The tentacles on his back were cold and slippery, implying a vigorous and flexible strength.

He aimed at the place where the thickness was more suitable for the lower mouth, and took a bite.

The upper body that was slumped on the back of the chair immediately jumped up, and Adrian resisted the urge to throw the person away, and said innocently: "Honey, why did you bite me again?"

"I want to eat octopus legs." Richel licked his teeth marks and looked at him with a smile.

The arm trembled, and the beard at the end curled up.

Those bright brown eyes revealed a touch of sadness.As the carriage trembled and shimmered, his heart melted.

Adrian leaned against the small table by the window, raised his hands, propped his chin, and looked at him.

"There's nothing to worry about." He rubbed the mess of black hair and comforted, "It's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself for it."

"That's true, but I know the reason." Richer hugged the bitten octopus leg angrily, rested his chin on it, and sank a small hole.

"Before I was worried that I would misdiagnose and kill people because I didn't know how to do medicine. Now, I am worried that Mrs. Alice would lose too much blood and die because of my inability to stop. She is already very weak, can she still bear a bloodletting?"

"Because I didn't want to take a life, I just gave a few words of advice and didn't take any action at all. Can I really let it go with peace of mind?"

"Maybe she has other illnesses tormenting her? You are not a pharmacist, so the illness you judge must be correct?" Adrian didn't understand his mood.

Richel was dumbfounded.

"But bloodletting...it's too serious..." He had never heard of any disease that required bloodletting to heal.

He even suspected that the pharmacist was a well-disguised vampire.

"You persuaded them, but they didn't accept their opinions. You have fulfilled your duty of reminder based on your own cognition, and even exceeded your moral responsibility. There is nothing to feel guilty about at all."

"I……"

Adrian's words are sometimes sensible enough to make people feel cold-blooded, which is exactly what he lacks.

He admits that he sometimes falls into unreasonable entanglements and suffers from unnecessary emotional troubles. Adrian is like his emotional comb, combing out all the useless negative and redundant emotions, so that his thoughts are clear again.

Richel paused for a moment, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "If I do something wrong one day and feel guilty about it, will you also firmly say 'you are right' to me?"

"Of course." Adrian's deep eyebrows showed a gentle smile, "I support all your decisions."

"You're a bit dangerous." Richel patted his arms and feet away.

As long as he thinks that Adrian will support him wholeheartedly behind his back, even if he is on the opposite side of everyone, he will not feel timid at all.

This idea is dangerous and full of temptation.

"Honey, I'm already working hard to learn to be an ordinary orc." Adrian was a little at a loss, "It won't be dangerous."

"Stupid octopus, you don't need to study to become an orc-brained." Richel ripped off the arms and legs of his body one by one, and then massaged them, not to fatigue, but to do something to make the body tired again.

Adrian rolled the person in front of him, and only when he truly touched the warm body could he be sure that Richer was right in front of him and belonged to him alive and well.

One pull, one pull, seeing the front of the clothes open more and more, Richel didn't want to throw the malt candy in his pocket into his mouth, and looked at him flatteringly.

Adrian was stuffed with a mouthful of candy, but paused for a moment, and approached again.

Soft and sweet, melted in the warmth of the two.

With the stickiness of refusal and welcome.

"I'm going to be swallowed by you..."

Richer was ashamed and angry, his face was flushed and he said in a hoarse voice: "Can you please stop saying such things!"

"It was originally, it was still hard at first, you are too anxious..."

"do not talk!"

"I thought we were talking about sugar." Adrian said innocently, "Isn't it?"

"Yes."

"you sure?"

Richel buried his face in his chest, and nestled passively in Adrian's arms.

"Am I still in danger?" The octopus's voice was low and charming, lingering in his ears, constantly provoking his nerves and making his scalp tingle.

"Well……"

"Honey, Richelle, do you think I'm dangerous?" he asked slowly over and over again.

Richel sobbed softly, his mind went blank, and he had no time to answer.

The more he doesn't answer, the worse Adrian will play tricks.

"Will you leave me?" He changed the question, kissed away the tears hanging from the corners of the eyes of the person in his arms, and pried open his teeth all the way down.

This time, Richel's trembling hands wrapped around his thin waist and hugged him tightly.

He gave his own answer.