Angel only felt that he had a long dream, but he couldn't remember exactly what he had dreamed about. And he always felt someone stroking his face.
When he woke up, it was also because of the loud laughter of "hee hee hee hee", and a restless hand that forced his eyelids to wake him up from his dream.
Angel opened his eyes and directly met a pair of eyes that were looking at him.
It was a look of obsession and admiration. Angel was confused for a moment after waking up, but he soon discovered that the restless hands left his eyelids and began to put on his hair. He stroked his hair in clumps.
"What a beautiful blond hair, it's like the finest satin, smooth and smooth." While stroking Angel's hair, he said something.
"Hand, take it from my hair." When Angel spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse and low.
"Look, how beautiful these eyes are. There is no variegated color, just like the sky after the rain, and like the blue sea with sparkling water patterns illuminated by the sun."
Angel stretched out his hand and pushed the person sitting by the bed away.
The person beside the bed pushed it away, but who knew that as soon as he exerted force, there would be bursts of tearing pain in his chest.
In this pain, Angel's eyes also changed from dull to clear. He seemed to remember something and raised his head suddenly: "Shadow, what did you do?"
The "bedside man" who was pushed away was Shadow, and he was still using his aria-like voice to praise what he saw: "Such a perfect blonde, if it were my booty... No, if it was you, It should be the best art, I will put it in the bottom of the press box and collect you well,"
Angel resisted the tear in his chest and sat up from the bed. He looked around and found that it was a very simple bedroom, with no other furniture except the bed and cabinets, and a bow and arrow hung on the opposite wall.
The layout here is a bit familiar.
Angel remembers that when he took Dodolo out of the old forest in the deep mountains, he unilaterally "purchased" clothes in a woodsman's hut. At that time, Angel had inspected the bedroom in the forester's wooden house, and the decoration was like this.
Is this the Forester's Cabin
Following the gradually clear memory, Angel recalled what happened before he fell into a coma... A door opened from his chest, three small shadows got out of the door, and then he fell into a coma
Angel raised his head and looked at the shadow who was still making strange remarks: "You know the door will open at that time, right?"
Shadow was still talking nonsense about "loot", "artwork", and "collectibles", when he heard Angel's question, he was stunned for a moment. Putting away the exaggerated expression, the corner of his mouth evoked a faint smile: "What if you know? I reminded you to leave."
"I took the initiative to sit there, and you reminded me to leave many times. It seems unintentional, but it's actually your deliberate guidance, right?"
"That's not necessarily. If I deliberately want to harm you, the contract will not let me go." Shadow said.
"That's right, I remember that when the door opened, you seemed to be smiling. It seems that you really bypassed the contract, but why did you save me?" Angel recalled that he had seen the shadow stealer before he fell into a coma. Laughing, then he understood a little bit, all of this unintentional and unintentional, in fact, is the shadow pushing the hand in the dark. However, he did it very successfully. He did not guide Angel. Everything was made by Angel, so the contract did not attack the shadow.
However, his chest was opened, why did Shadow save him when he was sure of death
"Because your blonde hair is beautiful, maybe even my mentor will scold me if I don't save you?" Shadow's expression looked sincere.
Angel didn't believe this nonsense. He silently recalled the contract, and then said softly, "Does it force you to save me?"
Shadow was startled: "You are very smart."
Angel shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "If I was really smart, I wouldn't be fooled by you."
After Angel finished speaking, he forced his injured chest and wanted to get out of bed.
"Although I used the healing technique to repair your trauma, the sternum and ribs have not been completely stabilized. You'd better not move, or if the bone breaks again, I can only open your chest again." Shadow stopped Angel. Actions.
Hearing this, Angel stopped his movements: "How long does it take to recuperate?"
"About a year or two." Shadow said casually.
"It's not funny." Angel gently covered his chest, there were no scars on the skin, and there was still pain when he pressed it lightly. With his understanding of orthopaedics, it takes him at least three months to cultivate for a hundred days.
"Well, if you want to take it slowly, about two months. If you continue to use healing on yourself, about a week."
Healing? Angel counted the time. He has reached the final stage of research. If he continues to research, he will be successful in about two or three days. According to this calculation, he would have to take him in Waterglass for at least ten days.
During these ten days, he did not want to stay here. It's a death sentence to live with someone who's out of his mind to kill him. But he didn't want the shadow to send him back. Who knows if he is going to do something else on the way.
Angel decided to stay here to learn the healing technique successfully, and then leave alone.
"How long have I been in a coma? Where's Toby?"
"Less than two days." Shadow paused: "What the hell is Toby? Is that your dead bird?"
In Angel's cold knife eyes, the shadow pointed to the pillow: "That's not it, as soon as you passed out that day, it attacked me like a lifeless man, and it broke my hand. Under difficult circumstances, I still worked hard to save you, should you give me some compensation?"
Angel turned his head to look at the edge of the pillow, where Toby was lying motionless in a coma.
"I didn't do anything to it. It passed out on its own. I checked it, and there was no external or internal injury. But it's strange. It's been two days and you've woken up, but this dead bird hasn't woken up yet." When the shadow saw Angel looking over, he quickly cleared the relationship.
Angel stretched out his hand to cover Toby's body, the warm touch and the strong heartbeat all showed that Toby was in good health.
"I didn't lie to you, let's talk about the compensation you gave me?"
"Compensation? Oh, what compensation do you want?"
Shadow didn't seem to understand Angel's irony. He leaned forward with a smile and said ambiguously: "Forget about the foreign things, why don't you give yourself to me?"
"I mean, you gave me your shadow. I really want to keep you as a treasure. You're not a mortal anyway, and you won't have any problems losing your shadow."
"Do you think it's possible?" Angel paused, "You asked Kura Kuka to steal other people's shadows, just for collection?"
Seeing that the collection is out of play, Shadow said listlessly: "Yes, these are my great collections. I will hold a blond shadow exhibition in Sky Machine City in the future!"
"The shadow is pitch-black, and you can't see blonde hair."
"It's enough to make it into a puppet." Shadow said, a Kura Kuka jumped in from the window with a "hee hee hee hee" laughter and landed in Shadow's palm.
A grey cloth bag was handed over to Shadow by Kura Kuka.
The bag was still twisting.
"A shadow again?"
"That's right." Shadow replied casually.
"Don't interfere in the lives of mortals, this is the first lesson I learned when I entered the wizarding world." Angel looked at the twisting cloth bag and said lightly.
"Are you begging them?"
"I'm just reminding you to restrain yourself."
"I won't let you worry about it. If you really want to take care of it, give me your shadow, and I will return everyone's shadow, how about that?"
Angel made a "send off" gesture. For mortals, he has sympathy and empathy, but if he wants to exchange the freedom of others for himself, he is not so great and does not accept any moral kidnapping.
After Shadow left, Angel stroked his chest and felt his heartbeat.
He is still alive.
As long as you are still alive.
Angel had never been so glad that he was alive. When the door was opened from his body, he thought he would surely die. At that moment, he resented the shadow, but he resented himself even more.
I resented myself for signing a contract and why I didn't kill Shadow before; I resented myself for being too stupid and didn't understand the hints that Shadow seemed intentional but unintentional; I resented myself for being too big, resenting myself for ignoring the preciousness of life again and again.
Fortunately, he is not dead. He also has the opportunity to remedy and correct.
Never overestimate your own abilities, and never underestimate your opponent's lower limit. Even if it is watched by the will of the world, small movements are still not on the table, but the surging tide can overturn a giant wheel.
For the next two days, the shadow did not appear again. Angel felt it with his mental tentacles. The shadow did not stay in the forester's wooden house, but there were two puppets, and the magician was one of them.
Angel ignored these puppets, but silently began to practice healing.
Two days later, the healing technique was successfully released by him. Using it on his chest, the pale green light penetrated into the skin and soaked into the broken ribs.
Under the sense of spiritual power, the crack at the rib slowly healed in the green light. It's slow, but you can actually see results.
After confirming that the healing technique was useful, Angel began to plan to leave. But the premise of leaving is that the bone injury can support him to walk back to Waterglass.
Angel roughly estimated that as long as another day passed, the rough cracks in the bones would be almost healed. As long as the wounds were not touched, it should be no problem to return to Waterglass from here.
The night passed, Angel lay in bed for three days, and finally got out of bed.
When getting dressed, he found that his inner lining and trench coat were tattered. A hole was opened in the chest, and it was difficult to recover.
This windbreaker worth thousands of magic crystals was scrapped in this way less than half a year after he got it.
"It's a pity that there is a solidified level 1 defensive trick." Angel shook his head, put the windbreaker into the bracelet, and studied it when he had time to see if it could be repaired. Although there is no curing trick, the cloth is precious anyway.
He took a looser uniform again.
Without the trench coat, it would seem strange to wear the hat alone. Angel simply put away his hat and left the bedroom.