[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Scattered snowflakes fell on the shop's gray canvas.Bartholomew let out a breath, and condensed into a thin white mist the moment he touched the air.Because of the flow of elements, he didn't feel very cold.It's just that the light blue eyes have condensed into a hazy layer of water vapor because of the cool wind.

"Bartholomew, is that your friend? It doesn't look easy to get along with."

The brown-haired girl with bright eyes is wearing a plain gray-blue dress, looking at the young man in a black cloak but with shoulder-length slightly curly blond hair in the distance, although her eyes always seem to pass by the young man inadvertently, making her look softer because she bowed her head side face, but still asked curiously.

"Well, that's Noyce. He just doesn't like talking very much. Daphne, please give me two more bags of noodles."

The young man also turned his head to look at the boy who was picking beans at another stall.Noyce has a handsome appearance that is not inferior to that of Bartholomew. Although he looks a bit gloomy because of his always expressionless face, his mixed-race appearance gives him a special exotic aura when he is not yet grown up.Coupled with the round eyes that appear due to youth, it adds a quality that Bartholomew believes is very fascinating to ignorant girls.

Looking back, I noticed some rosy cheeks in the girl class, and the young man's gentle voice was rarely narrow; "Handsome boy, isn't he?"

Turning around aggressively, the girl rudely stuffed the rice into Bartholomew's arms, because the young man suppressed the dissatisfaction that was about to blurt out with a gentle smile, and went to the back to help without answering.

He was a little confused by the girl's sudden anger.In fact, the young man only came to the town once in a long time, but because of his outstanding appearance, he was always easy to give people a good impression and the simple folk customs of the town, and he also met many people, and Daphne was the most beautiful girl in the town, even more The dream goddess of many boys, the young man who accidentally provoked her could only raise his voice and shout: "Daphne, I'm leaving, goodbye."

Although she knew she wouldn't be really angry, but thinking of Daphne's words, she couldn't help laughing. This child's behavior is really obvious, even strangers can feel it.

The blond boy not far away picked up a small bag of beans, and a few snowflakes fell on the bridge of his tall nose. Perhaps because he felt itchy, he rubbed his nose lightly, and then squeezed through the crowd with great effort.

As a mage and being pampered in his youth, his physical strength was not very good. Bartholomew struggled to carry two bags of rice, walked quickly to Noyce, and walked side by side with him; "Noyce , Daphne said that you don’t like to talk. You should also smile more in the future, children don’t want to be embarrassing.”

Noyce put on a helpless expression, but suddenly stopped, his slightly raised lips had the color of a girl's bright red, which made his expression rare and vivid.He snatched a bag of rice from Bartholomew's hand, and said, "Understood, teacher. Also, don't call me a child."

Laughing softly, Bartholomew, who finally freed his hand, helped Noyce pat the snow on the cloak, bent his eyes in a good mood, and then quickened his pace to follow.

Stepping on a broken pine branch, Bartholomew, who had already stuffed bags of all sizes into the ring, carefully took Noyce's arm.The forest is very dangerous. Even if the soft snow is covered with a thick layer, stepping on it may be a hunter's trap full of thorns at the bottom.

Use your right hand to push away a dry plant in front of you. "Noyce, after I go back, I will hunt a bobtail chicken. There are still some Roma bacteria left at home. I will make soup for you tonight. You have been too tired from practicing a few days ago, and your body will consume a lot. Just give You make it up."

The left hand was clenched, and the boy squinted his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the delicious food last time, and his usually indifferent voice also had some anticipation; "En."

Bartholomew, encouraged by his hand, quickened his pace, feeling full of energy for Noyce's expectation, maybe he could add some other fungi, and there was still some stock at home.

The wooden house had already appeared in front of him, but he stopped abruptly.Letting go of Noyce, his eyes were solemn, regardless of his silent expression of dissatisfaction, he used the majesty of a teacher to signal him to stop where he was.

There are traces of elemental fluctuations in the air, and it is very powerful light magic.

With a light arrow condensed from his right hand, he softly pushed open the wooden door, and quickly drew the arrow full. The majestic light elements condensed on the tip of the arrow, aiming at a man and a wolf that suddenly appeared in the wooden house.

The blond young man was pale. He was leaning on the simple wooden table and wanted to stand up in a panic, but fell back in embarrassment.He grinned exaggeratedly, full of neat teeth, with a dazzling smile, and shouted in a calm voice; "Hey, buddy, take it easy, I'm Clemens, I mean no harm!"

Bartholomew looked at the unidentified red creature with a mouth full of sharp teeth bared at him, exuding obvious hostility, and suddenly had an epiphany.

#Yo, your friend, the protagonist, is online. #

After the boy, who was miraculously frightened by one man and one wolf, rushed to catch the chicken, Bartholomew lit the simple fireplace, and the whole room was slightly warmed up.

Clemens looked at the blond-haired and blue-eyed mage on the opposite side, rubbed his nose, and seemed a little embarrassed. "Hey, I'm a mage who came to experience in the Renta Forest. Because I received a mission to capture a stone leopard alive, I ran to the border of Trollope for some reason. There was no leopard, but I was bitten by a carnivorous plant. I lost my leg. I'll take a short break when I see a hut here. I hope you don't mind."

Clemens's voice has always been full of energy and cheerfulness unique to young people, but Bartholomew, who just recovered from the shock of seeing the protagonist, suddenly discovered that there is such a strange contradiction between them. and.Maybe I heard it wrong, but the young man's breathless speech proved it again.

It's like a piece of sweet and soft candy is melting on the tip of his tongue, which doesn't quite match his sunny and delicate appearance. The young man has a wonderfully waxy baby voice.It's not like the deliberate softness of girls, but the softness that belongs exclusively to boys.Bartholomew felt as if he had been shamelessly molested by a pair of soft and fleshy palms. Realizing his stupefaction, he quickly put on the expression and tone of a gentle big brother, and said with a smile; "It's okay, look at you There was a lot of blood on the leg, didn't you heal yourself?" Thinking that such a cheerful young man should not have any obsession with cleanliness, he motioned for a moment, then went straight up to take off the young man's boots, and pulled away the knight-like boots. Tighten the trousers, check up.

The bloody wound looked hideous, and it was hard for the young man to look so energetic.The young man admired Clemens' perseverance, lowered his head and placed his palm on the young man's leg, and began to release the healing technique with a very professional spirit.

The weather gradually began to clear up. Bartholomew didn't pay attention to a few flakes of snow that fell on his eyelashes when he was outside the house, but now the rising temperature inside the house quickly melted the few flakes of snow, turning them into drops of water that condensed on the youth's past. On the long golden eyelashes, blue eyes focused on the young man so intently that he missed the amusing expression of the blond young man who was moved by the warmth of the world.Only Bourville, who was lying in the corner, silently expressed his contempt.

Retracting his hand from Clemens' right leg, Bartholomew picked up the gauze and re-bandaged the wound on his leg.Because even after being treated by Bartholomew, who is good at healing magic, the wound cannot be completely healed, so it is not magic, but a miracle.And a certain protagonist who is not good at learning skills just scratched his head gratefully, and expressed his gratitude loudly in an overly cheerful voice; "I have no research on healing magic, and I barely succeeded just now, and the effect is not very good. Thank you very much for your help, My friend, can I tell you your name?"

Bartholomew smiled; "It doesn't matter, it's easy to do, my healing skills are still very good. You can call me Bartholomew, just left is my student Noyce. He went to catch the bob-tailed chicken, we plan to Make soup tonight, and you can also make up for it."

Just as he was talking, Noyce walked in with a fat gray chicken, perhaps because he was temporarily assigned to look for chickens in the snow-covered forest and his patience was worn out.The boy's golden pupils seemed very impatient, and he called out; "Teacher." Then he casually threw the body of the broken-tailed chicken that was killed by a wind blade in an instant out of the door, and walked quickly to the door. Before him, he pulled up Bartholomew who was half-squatting, and brushed his long blond hair blown to his forehead because he lowered his head.A faint scent of pine branches came from him.

"Teacher, go and boil the soup first, and I'll deal with the chicken later."

Because of Bartholomew's unspeakable reasons, well, cowardice, he has a subtle resistance to handling animal carcasses, but in fact, the very careful Noy took the initiative to undertake this type of work.Bartholomew felt a touch of being cared for.Patting the dust on the hem of the overlong robe, gently stroking the boy's soft golden hair, he got up and went to the kitchen next door.

The youthful breath in the room was dissipated by the cool wind that came in when the door was opened.The boy's golden pupils were instantly filled with indescribable vigilance.Glancing faintly at the mutated alpha wolf lying in a corner and gracefully licking its fiery red hair, a certain wolf suddenly felt a chill.He didn't speak, just resumed his usual indifferent expression, opened the door and went to the creek to deal with the broken-tailed hen.

Watching the boy walk out and gently pull down his trousers, a certain protagonist waved with a smile; "Bulville."

The mutated alpha wolf that was still in its infancy raised its eyelids lazily, straightened up, and walked slowly to Clemens at the slow pace of a royal princess holding a wedding in a church, and when Clemens was about to snap him In an instant, the noble head opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, trying to bite off the long and weak fingers.In exchange for the young man's quick withdrawal and a silly smile.

"I'm going to stay here for a while, how about it?"

A certain wolf secretly looked at Xiaoxi expectantly and said with a cold expression: In this case, I reluctantly agree.

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The simple but well-furnished hut exudes the warmth of fabric, the young man pushed open the door, and the wooden floor creaked slightly.His slender fingers slid across the clean table, everything showed that this humble place had been carefully maintained.

Sitting tiredly on the wooden bench beside the table, the blood-stained cloak was shattered by the light elements and put away in the space ring.The young man casually glanced at the blood-soaked calf, and combed the gorgeous fur of the alpha wolf casually with his left hand.

Then, he spread a warm smile.

"Hey, Boulville, if anyone comes back, kill them~"

The author has something to say:

Am I really not suitable for writing Western Fantasy?It feels very stiff to write.