[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Panting heavily, Bartholomew sat down on the ground, grinning from the pain in his back, and couldn't even take care of his daily pretense.Leaning sideways on the tree trunk, although he tried his best to restrain himself, the pain still made his muscles tremble slightly.

This is on the outskirts of a forest. Because of the twisted pronunciation, Bartholomew still hasn't figured out what kind of forest it is.

The not-so-sturdy trees rose from the ground, and they were extremely tall, so the trunks were as hard as metal, and the dark green canopy was so dense that the forest floor only had a layer of dim sunlight, making it look very gloomy.

There are a few mercenaries sitting around, the smell of barbecue spreads out, the oil drips from the meat, and it is paired with the unique spirit here that has a sweet aroma but has a different appearance.The warm atmosphere made the body odor of the people around him stronger.Fortunately, over the past few months, Bartholomew has already gotten used to it. Moreover, this body odor is not very sour, but just the smell of animal fur, which is relatively easy to accept.

The casualties were heavy this time, and the injured gathered together to treat themselves or take the time to rest.The less injured ones were far away from the place where they fought just now, and the mission of clearing and suppressing was about to be completed. They were chatting about something noisy, sometimes causing bursts of laughter, and seemed not to care much about the killing just now.

Over the past half a year, although Bartholomew's Hesfal Continental Common Language has improved a bit, with the language learning environment and the pressure of survival, but because the time is too short and the IQ is excellent, of course Bartholomew is more willing to blame himself for being an adult. I have reached the best stage of language learning, I can barely understand the general meaning, but I can't express it well.So he simply pretended to be dumb, and he was wearing a cloak all day long, and the occasional light-blond long hair was unavoidably contemptuous, and he seldom talked to everyone, and the boisterous Hesfield people seldom paid attention to him.

Because his affinity element, the light element, is too rare in this continent, the light spell was resisted again.In order not to cause trouble, although he could use wind spells, he was still suppressed a lot.The monster I met today happened to be compatible with the fire element, but even if the element happened to be restrained, Bartholomew was confident that he could defeat it.But this monster, as the leader of a group of monsters, is very powerful in elements, and its mind is very close to that of humans.It keenly discovered the weaknesses of Bartholomew and Clemens, and each attack was aimed at Clemens, and each attack was swift and fierce without sparing any effort.

This is a mission initiated by the mercenary group joined by Bartholomew and Clemens. The monsters on the Hesfal continent are more ferocious and bloodthirsty than those on the original continent, and there is a raging period every year.The mercenary group they belonged to just took on the task of clearing this forest. This forest is vast and boundless. Casualties were heavy and exhausted.

Gently tug on the back of the garment to prevent the wound from sticking to the fabric.The pain caused Bartholomew to groan even though he bit his lip.The chest was working hard like an old blower, and Bartholomew had to try to recall the details of the battle to distract his attention.

The wind blade, which condenses a large area and will not stop for 30 seconds, intends to block the fast and sensitive monster leader, but it loves to kill, even dragging its bloody body, it still rushes to Clemens and explodes with high temperature. As for the white flames, the flames soared in an instant and almost enveloped Clemens.However, Clemens was manipulating the dark bondage to give a fatal blow to a three-headed bird. During the battle, the long sword was also left far away and could not be retrieved for the time being.

In desperation, Bartholomew only had time to prop up a protective shield in front of Clemens who was far away, but his back was torn apart by the sharp claws of the monster leader who quickly turned back.The painful Bartholomew almost collapsed his spell.

The long-distance protective shield consumes too much elemental power, although Bartholomew quickly finished the leader of the monster group.But he was also almost exhausted.

Fortunately, this is the last wave of monsters encountered these days, and his physical strength has been exhausted after fighting for several days.When Clemens nervously ran over to check on his situation, he could barely remember a smile, indicating that there was nothing serious about him.

The black is lit up, and the healing magic of the dark element brings a unique gray mist, which is cold on the skin of the back, turning into a little cool wind, and slowly repairing the wound.

Bartholomew opened his pale lips, trying to stop him, but the young man just restrained him with his bloodstained hands to prevent him from moving.

Compared with the light element, the healing technique of the dark element, which has always focused on destruction, is slow and consumes a lot. Clemens' breath is unsteady, and blood is already oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Holding the young man's cold hand in panic, Bartholomew's blue eyes fixedly stared at the half-kneeling young man. The surrounding fighting had stopped, and people shouted to go to a safer place to rest.Clemens finally compromised and stopped the healing technique.Sad emotions flashed across the youth's blue eyes, and a shadow fell from the golden eyelashes.

Helping Bartholomew up, they walked slowly to the campsite.

Frowning irritably, what Bartholomew was most worried about happened.

Since the two met half a year ago, Bartholomew has noticed Clemens' abnormality. He is unwilling to explore other things. There are always too many secrets between the two of them, and he has learned to put away his curiosity.Even for himself, Clemens never questioned him much, just like the knight's code, respecting friends and being loyal to faith.However, his physical weakness had to attract Bartholomew's attention. After several inquiries, Clemens only said that it was because of an accidental injury.But Bartholomew knew very well that the imbalance and chaos of elements could not be caused by simple injuries.

In order to find a way to recuperate, the two inquired all the way, and joined the mercenary group by the way, but they fought several times.He found that the situation was worse than he thought.Clemens's elemental power was less than half of what it was before, and his body continued to be weak.

Far away in a foreign land, the types and habits of monsters are not clear, and the ratio of elements on the main road is different from before.Bartholomew thought he was at peace with the situation, but his worries about Noyce and others and Clemens' weakness still made him exhausted.

What comforted him was that Clemens was very proficient in the language of the Hesfal continent, at least the two of them were not struggling.

Sleepy, Bartholomew dimly saw Clemens trotting back with a kettle in his hand, stopped halfway, bent down and talked for a while with a gray-skinned man with horns beside the barbecue grill. Throwing him a jug boldly.The young man thanked him briefly in Hesfal's common language, and strode over to Bartholomew.

He sat down beside Bartholomew carefully on his knees, handed the water bottle to Bartholomew, and took out a piece of clean clothes that should have been taken out of the space ring when he received the water alone. Space rings are expensive and rare in the original continent, but here It is also.The two naturally tried their best to avoid attracting attention.

{Bart, wound, disinfect, bandage}

Thoughtful simplification of Hesfar, after all, there are many people around, unable to communicate in the language of the original continent.Bartholomew nodded, restraining his sleepiness, took a big sip from his water bottle, moistened his dry lips, and then turned around, facing Clemens with his injured back.

Perhaps sensing Bartholomew's tense body because he was afraid of the pain during disinfection, Clemens spoke in order to divert his attention. His lips were pale and cracked, and his voice was not as soft as before, with a slight hoarseness:

{Bart, if it wasn't for you today...}

{It's okay, we're friends, aren't we? ...You shouldn't be healing me today, your elements are more out of balance than before. }

{I'm too anxious, it's really difficult for me to balance my elemental power now, otherwise I wouldn't be such a drag on you. }

Carefully lifted off the blood-soaked clothes. Clemens' long hair was messily hidden in the hood. At this moment, due to the action of the master, it was drawn out of the robe. Bartholomew turned his head, and the young man's eyes were full of peace. The guilt of the incongruous tone.

This kind of scene made Bartholomew at a loss. Young people are always strong and cheerful, so showing fragility made Bartholomew inexplicably sad. His confused brain and invading pain made him not know what to say, and finally Just uttering a sentence, but it is not comforting because of the weak voice.

{Don't be sad, it's not a drag. }

The young man's movements stopped for a moment.He lowered his head and didn't speak any more. The wine in his hand was spilled on the wound, and he quickly washed it off with water. Bartholomew let out a suppressed cry of pain from his lips.He really wanted to grab Clemens's arm like a girl to relieve the tight nerves and pain, but he finally gave up when he thought that this approach seemed too weak.

After a sleepless night, Bartholomew looked dazedly at the nocturnal birds and stars flying by in the sky from time to time, and some chaotic fragments flashed in his mind, including childhood playfulness, teenage hard work, intertwined and intertwined, and the wound on his back faintly The pain brought him a little comfort and peace.

The wind at night was still very cool, and there were whispers of animals nearby, which the bored Bartholomew could only hear vaguely with his weak mind.

The morning light finally dispersed, another day of hope and endless exploration.

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|You seem guilty?

Of course I feel guilty for protecting me.

|Hehe, now it seems that you had the foresight to prevent me from killing him in the tavern.

I trust him.

|Oh, that's right, so you risked the collapse of the power of the elements, and used the dark elements to perform healing spells?You should know what you are doing.

Do you want to watch him die!

|We can't carry him all the time, you know.

I know.

|If he is no longer useful, or betrays us.

...

|I will kill him.

...does it have to be like this?

|Have you forgotten who you are?

You want to kill me?

|If you can.

But you can't.

|That's why I will compromise with you.

do you really not care

| ...

During this time, he has saved me more than once.

| ...

Respond to me.

|I only give you one month.

...I see.

The author has something to say:

Here is a hint, but I believe everyone can see that Clemens is not normal, and there are many doubts. There are more or less hints in the previous chapters of this chapter, so let’s use our brains.The whereabouts of the others cannot be explained for the time being, please read on patiently, the author has committed an old problem again, and just likes to leave suspense.

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