"I hope you understand. I'd appreciate it."
After finishing writing, Herbert frowned and thought for a while.
"Hmm... it doesn't taste right."
There was enough distance between the words, but it still seemed a little too intimate and humble.
Why does it feel like I'm begging for help
no!
brush.
This time, Herbert cut out all the red tape and wrote simply and directly:
"Duke Albert, my name is Herbert."
"Darkness invades, and the soul is needed to protect it."
good!
Looking at the letter written in just a few words, Herbert nodded with satisfaction.
Look how well written this letter is!
He was very blunt and his tone was extremely cold and harsh, with only one theme throughout the article - Lao Deng, send me money!
"Haha, that's it."
Herbert didn't know whether his father was involved in the plan to frame him, but at least the two of them didn't have a quarrel when they parted in the capital.
Since you haven't fallen out yet, you can just ask for things openly.
What he is acting in the letter now is a closed-hearted monk who has sealed his heart and locked away his love after being persecuted. He is a cold machine who has forgotten what love is and has no emotions...
"So, are you happy about this result? Or are you sad and regretful? I'm really looking forward to your expression when you read this letter."
It’s a pity that I won’t be able to see it with my own eyes in the short term.
At the same time, he also believed that his family letter would not only end up on the Duke's desk, but would also be seen by those who were secretly observing him.
After seeing this, would they be more convinced that Herbert had become completely disheartened and was ready to become a recluse
Will you smile proudly
"Let me let you laugh for a while longer."
As for whether Duke Albert would really send him magical products, Herbert didn't care much.
Wool.
You may not get it if you pull it out, but you will definitely not get it if you don’t pull it out.
Just try your luck!
Just send it here.
If you can’t deliver it, then forget it. Just pretend that you don’t have this father.
Friends, become a little thicker-skinned. Many things are not as difficult as you think.
Herbert wrote only this one letter and made no further attempt to contact anyone else.
His mother in this life died of illness ten years ago, and there is no one in his family left who is worthy of his concern.
Originally, he had a good relationship with the other two brothers, but after he fell into trouble, they became too suspicious and he was too lazy to test them.
When Herbert asked other monks to send the letter and returned to the room, there was still some time before nightfall.
"This God of Harmony is really terrible!"
"No, are we in some kind of cross-border relationship? We have to deal with the time difference to communicate... Tsk."
Herbert waited for a while and felt really bored. He didn't know what to do to pass the time.
Just when he was bored, he suddenly remembered the hidden red hair.
Hey, I have an idea.
"This is easier to eat than the previous scales."
Herbert took a deep breath as he looked at the hair that had been washed many times and shone with a crystal luster under the candlelight.
Having prepared himself mentally, he closed his eyes, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. He did not try to refuse, but tried to swallow it directly.
Then…
“Pah, pah, pah… cough, cough, cough!”
Strange.
This feeling is so weird!
The strange feeling of hair sticking to his throat and the pain of wanting to swallow but not being able to, impacted his soul.
At this moment, Herbert had a strange feeling.
I seemed to have become a stalker who followed others, secretly observing their every move, and even collected their hair to generate electricity for myself.
Wow, that's perverted bro!
vomit.
There was no way, Herbert really couldn't hold on any longer, so he spat out all the hair in his mouth and rinsed his mouth repeatedly several times.
"Hmm--cough cough, forget it, I can't eat it. Let's wait for Nenasha to do it."
…
[“Have you eaten?”]
"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation!"
Herbert denied it flatly and refused to admit that he had done anything like this.
[“Haha, let’s just leave it at that.”]
Nenasha chuckled, not taking his sophistry to heart at all, and added casually:
[“Oops, I forgot to tell you. Although you do need to eat it, the key point is your blood.”]
Herbert: Hmm? Oh!
It seems to be the case
Then why did I insist on eating with my mouth before
Could it be that... I really like it
No no no.
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
How could I be such a person...
[“Okay, my ally, are you ready?”]
"You said prepare?"
[“Be careful, her will will be more difficult to endure than before.”]
"What did you say… "
As Herbert was wondering, his blood fell on his red hair and a thick red mist rose up.
The next moment.
Fire appeared before Herbert's eyes.
Endless fire!
Chapter 26 I'm a dragon, okay
A long, long time ago, there was an unknown period of time.
At that time, the ancient god fell into a brief slumber underground.
Believe that the gods have not yet been born.
At that rare moment in time, a powerful group seized this precious opportunity.
In one fell swoop, they became the masters of the sky and even the world!
Countless huge figures occupied the sky.
The raging fire burned the wasteland.
Lava covers the ground.
At that time, all life surrendered to their supreme pressure and lowered their heads.
They instilled this fear deep into the blood of every tribe, causing their descendants to tremble and crawl when they see them.
Although the tide of chaos swept in again later, new tribes overthrew them and ascended the throne, and the sky no longer belonged to them.
But no one can deny that there was an era that belonged to them.
That was the age of dragons!
…
fire.
Fire fire fire.
All I could see was flames.
Looking around, both the sky and the earth were covered in flames.
Only fire.
There is nothing else besides this.
It seems that the only theme in this world is fire.
But strangely, Herbert did not feel hot while being in the fire, and even felt somewhat comfortable.
It’s warm and caring.
When he saw those flames, he felt a little hungry in his heart.
Gurgle!
When a deafening roar came from his stomach, Herbert failed to suppress his instinct and involuntarily took a breath towards the flames in front of him.
suck-
As the strong wind swept through, the fan-shaped flames in front of him rushed into his mouth, forming a gap and revealing the dry, cracked, charred earth underneath.
When the flames entered his mouth, burning his throat like strong liquor entering his throat, Herbert suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Um
Is fire something that can be eaten
He hesitated for a moment, but followed his instinct and swallowed it in one big gulp.
Gu!
Hiss—not hot.
Not only is it not hot, it tastes pretty good.
It tastes delicious!
This time, it was like Pandora opening the magic box. The domestic dog tasted the reincarnation of grains for the first time, and the first sentence repeated in the chat group...
It's too late for everything.
Herbert, who had come to his senses, couldn't think of so many reasons. The only thing in his mind was that I had to suck out more fire.
He ran wildly in the land of fire, eating heartily.
suck-
suck-