Galloville grabbed my shoulders, and suddenly, the strength of my whole body was gone, and I fell to my knees, panting. However, my dead body returned to normal. The black sè and the missing pieces of meat grew back, turning into the softer grayish brown sè before. I barely have the ability to walk, as if he had just finished a marathon and the prize was run over by a bus.
You didn't mention anything... Regarding anything you did to me there, this time, my pause was attributed more to exhaustion and strained breathing.
I convert the energy that your body normally uses to support your life into muscle strength. It makes you look like a corpse, which is why the guy freaked out when he saw you.
Oh, OK.
By the way, you will feel like I pulled your muscles out of your body and then replace them with flame needles tomorrow.
It's so happy.
Sneaking home is a chore. I can't get in through the front door. It will definitely wake up one or both of the parents. So, I can only climb up the wall and onto the bedroom window-this wall is obviously not for climbing. I don't know how many times I fell. In the end, Garroville decided to give my body strength again, so that I could finally return to my room and lie down.
However, soon the alarm clock went off.
Oops, it's time to get up again.
I groaned on the pillow, oh, seriously, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't leave this bed now.
Garroville knocked on my head. It's ok. You can go to bed later.
I felt my eyelids recede and their weight disappeared completely. At this moment I realized that I was exhausted, and I glared at Garroville. Why didn't you do it earlier? As the pain spread from the muscles to the muscles of the whole body, bursts of pain came. Why don't you do something about this soreness
Sorry, but this really needs to disappear by itself. I told you to endure pain, didn't you
I stood slowly, regretting every moment. Ah, ah...
If I continue to ease the pain of recovery, it will be terrible. They will become stronger later.
You can't just be like this, uh... keep procrastinating
Yes, then one day, I forgot. Or we are separated for a long time and guess what will happen? The pain you experience will be more intense, and it will drive you into true madness.
I sighed, okay, okay.
You have a bad temper in the morning.
I blinked, my face flushed. Ah-I'm sorry. I didn't, ah, I don't want to be rude.
Garroville seemed to think it was funny, it didn't matter, don't worry so much.
Then I left without saying goodbye to my parents who had left. When the car drove to the side of the road, Garowell floated steadily with me, even following the bus window, no one noticed it.
That high school is notoriously cramped. It is located on a crowded street. Compared with every building around, its seven-story building is pale and weak, and because the place is far from big enough to To accommodate any cao field or facility, every physical education course and sports team of the school must be rented. In order to cope with the number of students, the eighth layer is currently being added, but this meager relief is still several months away.
I came to math class in the morning and sat in the back corner of the room, at least thanks to the walls on both sides of my body, not the other pair of warm bodies on my neck.
Sometimes I feel weird. When there are so many people around, I feel lonely, but the more I think about it, the more I think this is a problem. I want to know if anyone has lost their way in the crowd like him. Now, as an undead, seeing the nonsense among students is like the most inaccessible horror teacher in the world, I also start to wonder if a school where everyone knows each other will change my life. , Or death.
In the first few classes, Garrowville always wandered around, occasionally mentioning that someone in the classroom was about to die, or pointed out the inaccuracy of the teacher's lecture. To be honest, I am happy for this. Although it is strange, I am not entirely sure why the god of death will stay. Of course, Garowell has more important things to do than to take a second-year geography course on the tropical regions of the Eloan continent. However, I did not ask about this, thinking it might prompt Garowell to leave.
But as the teacher’s speech gradually unfolded and turned into one of the current events, the internal violence and violence of modern society, a more serious question was brewing in my heart: when I was resting for lunch, I decided to seek answers from Garroville. .
One more thing I want to know, I thought, I don’t want to look like the lunatic sitting in the corner of the restaurant talking to himself.
Yeah
Uh, why don't you go to a more important place
Galloville frowned. What are you talking about
No, I mean why are you helping the people in Brighton? I mean there are so many terrible things happening in the world, is there no other place to help? I don’t think it’s not important to prevent murder, but, ah... the whole country is fighting in the southeast, you know...
I know, yes. Korgum-Doze conflict. There is also the civil war in the north, and the civil war in Jessebo far to the west, I know very well.
Then why are you here
Maybe you think I am the only god of death in this world.
I blinked.
I made it very clear that I am only one of thousands of people. Although most of us do not hire servants, in the end, the number of us is still considerable.
So you are saying that other gods of death have already occupied the area destroyed by the war? Because it's not real
Galloville shook his head. No, no, unfortunately, the situation is much more complicated than this. Grim Reaper is swimming around the table, those of us who decide to hire servants to involve ourselves in this world... Well, we don't always agree with each other.
Oh, you mean
Yes, it is especially common in war zones. Some of us will stand by an army, while others will support the opposition army. Or some people will form their own party, maybe trying to protect the people in the crossfire, maybe... not.
I sit in a chair and wait, are you saying that some of you actually want to make things worse
Galloville nodded. It may depend on your point of view, but yes.
But... why? I have no idea.
Like I said, we are not always consistent. This also involves more important issues, such as whether human life is worth protecting.
That sounds terrible.
Did you see that? If we step into the battlefield, we will almost certainly meet other Reapers who have servants. Frankly speaking, you are far from ready. Their servants will trample you into dust.
Am I not immortal
You are, but I am not. We will keep a low profile until you can protect me. I may be a god of death, but I don't want to die.
All right.
But I chose Brighton for a reason, Galloville said hesitantly. Some things in this city are disturbing.
Disturbing? What do you mean
Galloville's expression betrayed it and it was nervous, I'm not sure. There is a kind of existence in this city that I have never felt before. It has always been hidden. I think we may be able to find it out, as long as we have time.
Oh, um.
Do you have any other questions? Can you ask me any questions
I bit an apple and used more muscles to chew than he realized. My neck and face protested because of pain. In fact, some things, such as the woman last night, are you? I mean you will let her die? I mean, to catch the murderer. If I didn't interrupt you, would you
Wow, wow, wait. The plan was for Jǐngcha to catch him while torturing her instead of using her body. He almost killed her because you knocked on the door and frightened him. Otherwise, he will torture her all night, so that Jǐngcha has enough time to arrive.
Oh okay, so I... So I messed up things, and then.
No, you did a good job. In fact, your intervention has ensured that it will not develop into a hostage situation. Garroville looked at me for a while, and there is no doubt that we are entering a dangerous field. The idea is smart to take advantage of already bad situations. Sometimes, there is no good choice, we can only endure it. Fortunately, you are now very durable.
A cup of chili drove past my head, and suddenly realized that a food war had broken out outside a few tables. A half-eaten hot dog fell on my lap and smeared ketchup on my shirt.
Oh, damn! A voice came from the crowd. Sorry, buddy! It belonged to a young man he thought was Mika, smiling apologetically. Micah took a large piece of mashed potatoes and threw it on his face.
It looks interesting, Garroville said. Incredibly wasteful, but interesting.
I stood up and had to choke off a moan. When I am not moving, I can almost forget that every muscle in my body currently hates me. He walked to the napkin box on the condiment table, but someone hit him. They turned around, presumably to apologize, but stopped.
When I saw who it was, I avoided the tower's eyes. I'm sorry, Davia.
She looked at him as if facing a blank wall. Why are you apologizing? She said. I met you, didn't I
I have no chance to answer.
She said: Next time I will see where I am going, so don't tell me, and then she helped me hang it aside.
What's going on? Galloville asked, floating closer. You can't even talk to girls? You remember that you can subdue a serial killer with just one hand, right? Does this not help your self-esteem in any way? (To be continued) (End of this chapter)