[LC Miyami] Rare Plant Cultivation Manual

19. Minos: Why wasn't the kid beaten?

In fact, most of the boys were talking, and Yabofika listened quietly, occasionally responding with a word or two to show that she was not distracted.The few months he spent with Minos did not make him used to the way of communicating with people. Most of the time, the two of them had little interaction or were relatively silent, because once they talked, he couldn't help but think. I need to break off Mr. Griffin's bird's head to see what's inside.

There are merchants and civilians coming and going on the pier. The hawking and chatting make the environment noisy. Nobles and monks have their own separate ports. The last time Yabofika went to Medicine Master Island, it was a special ship for the sanctuary. And the direct route, the passengers are only him and Pekov, quiet and convenient.So the crowded and lively scene at this time made Yabo Fica have an unreal illusion, as if the battles he experienced and the time he spent in the underworld were all his imagination, and this moment is the real world .

Yabofika captured a lot of information from the surrounding environment and conversations with the crowd. Jihad has little impact on most ordinary people. People in places where Hades has not descended are still living as usual. The boy beside him who cannot be exposed to the sun , It is precisely when the picture scroll covers the sky that I have the opportunity to come here.Those who are able to go to Pharmacist Island to seek medical treatment are already considered lucky people. In this land, some places are in chaos, between countries, between beliefs and beliefs; in some places, there are revolutions, and the collision of old and new ideas ; in some places there was a famine, because of the nine-month drought - and it is understandable that ordinary people do not care about jihad, because they cannot even sustain themselves.

The ships returning one after another began to unload their cargo. There were more and more people on the pier, and the small square that also doubled as a market was crowded. The porters yelled to open a gap from the dense crowd. Come, draw a path of action among the crowds queuing up to buy tickets and waiting to board the ship.Yabofika lowered the outer edge of the boy's cloak to block the sunlight that still had some lingering power. Amid the boy's exclamation, he picked up the man with one hand and stepped back a few steps to avoid being hit by the carriage.A few topless sailors were sitting on the rocks for people to rest and playing cards. They glanced at the two and moved some vacant seats for them.

"Thank you," the boy said to the sailors, who waved casually at him as they watched the game.

Yabofika put the boy down and sat down with a distance of one person. Most of the patients in the rest area were going to Pharmacist Island, sitting or lying down in twos and threes, with a small amount of luggage. , some were accompanied by others, but most of them were alone like boys. Abafika glanced at the ticket window. Mr. Ruger was almost at the head of the line, and there were only three people left in front, perhaps There are relatives of the boy.

I don't know if I can catch the last boat today.After dark, the passenger ships to and from Pharmacist Island will stop sailing, and if they spend the night at the pier, the patrolling soldiers will ask for identification documents, which is exactly what he and Mr. Ruger lack.

Presently the boy moved sideways to him, and whispered mysteriously, "I want to be a sailor," he added, with a shy smile and envious look, bending his arms, "as strong as they are." .”

The touch of the boy's bony body seemed to remain on his arm, and Jabofika didn't know how to answer the conversation for a moment, he was never good at comforting people.

Fortunately, the boy sighed again: "Their complexion is so beautiful."

The sailors who have been working at sea for a long time, all of them have a bronzed complexion, which is coated with a golden layer by the west-slanting sunlight. Coupled with their strong physique, they are very fit.

"Hmm." Abfika agreed with this point of view. Personally, he prefers this rough appearance, preferably like a Taurus warrior, looking reliable and masculine.When he was a substitute student, everyone trained together. During the morning jogs along the perimeter of the sanctuary, the battles on the training ground, or the study of moves, his skin color would often turn a few degrees darker over the course of a summer, but he remained unchanged and looked out of place. .He had tried, as Hasgat did, to spend his lunch breaks all summer carrying stones for sites that needed repairs, exposing his topless body in the hot sun, but his physique resisted the rough treatment tenaciously until he saw the truth.Although he doesn't care as much now as he did when he was young, it doesn't stop him yearning for it.

"You are beautiful too." The boy looked at him with a smile and said.

To be praised for his appearance is by no means something to be proud of for a soldier, but rather like a denial—a denial of his efforts and identity. Sometimes Yabofika really wishes she had an ordinary face.

But now he's just a man with no identity—not even a human being.Yabofika looked into the boy's clear eyes and forced herself to smile a little, like ordinary people do when they are praised.

Probably because Yabofika laughed too hard, the boy was quiet for a while, and then quickly changed the subject. He talked about interesting things along the way, occasionally learned a few words of local dialect, and said one or two words he heard from the hotel. A joke, Yabofika speculated that he should come from a place far north, because of the location and accent mentioned by the boy, Russia and Poland were at war, and it was difficult and dangerous for ordinary people to cross the war zone, but in the boy's mouth it became Adventure and adventure.

Infected by the boy's optimistic narration, Jabofika's mood gradually improved. He saw that Mr. Ruger had already bought tickets and was walking this way, so he asked the boy, "Are your relatives still buying tickets?" With a lot of money, when he picked up the boy just now, the weight that didn't match his figure showed this problem. In this case, it's not good for Yabofika to leave him here alone.

The boy didn't answer him, but said something completely irrelevant: "It's going to be dark soon." He raised his face to look at the slanting sun, squinted his eyes and smiled, then turned his gaze back to Jabofika's face with an expression of There was a strange sense of relief, "Someone asked me to bring you something." He took out two rolls of paper from the inner pocket of the cloak as he spoke, and after Jabofika took it, he untied the cloak and dragged it out. Just a bulging purse.

The boy's wrists were so thin that he even needed two hands to hold the bag firmly. The abnormal weight Yabofika felt before was due to this.

"Where did you meet him?" Two pieces of identity certificates with titles and family notes attached. Britain and France are at war on the American continent. Nobles from other countries also participated in the war, and some disappeared before reaching their destination. On the road, it wouldn't be too difficult to impersonate one or two with the relevant paperwork.In addition to the intricately embroidered velvet purse, which was heavily filled with common gold coins, it was almost unnecessary for Jabofika to know who wrote it.While talking about not liking men, he also said that he was sexually interested in his face. When he left, he still didn't forget to ask someone to send money and identification. If you have the ability, don't be caught by him forever.

"In the mountains on the outskirts of Lublin, early this morning." The boy said, the official road was under martial law, and he and his father had to go through the mountains and forests. The sky was crowded with murals in the dome of the church. Star, he and his father were separated, wandering in the forest until the sun was about to rise today, he curled up in a tree hole to avoid another day of sunlight, and the young man in black robe suddenly appeared, equally pale The skin and white hair are neat and intimidating.

"You've been dead for two days." There was no warmth in the man's eyes, and his tone of voice was naturally arrogant, like the tone of those noble gentlemen in the city before.

The boy knew something vaguely. A few days ago, he didn't feel hungry or cold at night.It turns out that the god of death also works during the day, and the stories say that the god of death only harvests human souls at night.

"Give me something, I can forgive you, let you stay on the earth until sunset."

He nodded, and then found that his body had the temperature of a living person again, and his thinking became as clear as when he was at his healthiest.Since he promised to help, of course he needs more information about the recipient in case something goes wrong, so he asked, "Sir, to whom?"

The man didn't answer, so the boy asked again, "Does he have any physical features? Hair and pupil color?"

They walked through the glowing door, and arrived at a corner of the coastal city in a blink of an eye like magic. The man said unhurriedly: "Leave it to the most beautiful man, he will appear at the pier today, thank you This type is not defensive and easy to approach."

But everyone's aesthetics are different, how to judge the most beautiful one?Before the boy could ask a question, the man disappeared.

He wandered around the pier for a long time, and met dozens of men he thought were good-looking, some avoided him directly, some threw him a dime, and some stopped to talk to him, but they didn't seem like The one he's waiting for.Until he saw the man who was hiding himself in the cloak, luckily he wasn't tall enough to see the face, even if it was sickly, and a little careless, the dirty brown hair was matted in strands Under the hood, his expression and posture gave him a unique temperament, revealing his original beauty.

When I first met him, I still felt cold and unkind, but I was willing to listen to him babbling, and I was not moved when I realized that he was carrying a lot of money.

This should be the person he was waiting for.

"I still have some free time, I want to wander around, you don't need to accompany me anymore, goodbye." Since he will never be able to reach Pharmacist Island, let him see what the city closest to Pharmacist Island looks like.