When he returned to Charity White House, Arthur looked terrible.
He has a gray face, tattered clothes, even one sleeve is missing, and the knees of his pants are frayed. Now Arthur is like a miner who suffered a mining accident. Everyone at home is fast asleep, and Arthur will go out tonight
He just briefly mentioned to Mrs. Lily, Catalina, that he would be home late. It had been a long time since he told his family what he was doing. Arthur simply tidied up his appearance and sat on the sofa in the hall.
, Arthur thought carefully:
"I didn't kill them." This was a hint he gave himself. The scars in his heart were being filled up by his constant verbal deception. This was not a good way to solve psychological problems, but Arthur didn't want anyone to know.
In this matter, except for the person involved, Parrish. After getting the Fang of Elecrom, which can drag people into dreams, the voice lingering in Arthur's ears never appeared again. Arthur had no intention of fighting with Parrish.
Regarding this matter, it was more important for him now to stop caring about the corpse in the crypt.
Early the next morning, Catalina, who was wearing a white dress, went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Mrs. Lily, Lizzy. She was startled by the embarrassed boy sitting on the sofa.
"Arthur? Why are you sitting here? Why are your eyes so red? What's wrong with you?" Catalina walked around to Arthur, found his dirty face, covered her mouth and exclaimed
Since Arthur went to the underground fighting gym, the communication between him and Catalina has become less and less. Every time Catalina goes shopping or playing with him, Arthur will use various reasons to get past her.
Arthur, who had not slept all night, had bright red eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched and muttered something from time to time. Coupled with the dust in the crypt and the dryness due to lack of water, he now looked like a living homeless man on Templer Street. Catalina's voice woke him up.
Seeing Arthur who was trapped in his own spiritual world, he looked at the sky outside the window. The early sun was shining slantingly, and it was another golden moon full of hope.
As usual, Arthur smiled apologetically at Katrina, stretched out, rubbed his red eyes, and quickly found a reason to hide Katrina: "Sorry, Katrina, I still have
I have to go out. The volunteer organization is going outside the east gate today."
Catalina saw through Arthur's clumsy lie and wanted to hold Arthur back and ask him what he was really going to do, but she found that his exposed arms had explosive muscles like a cheetah, which made her take a step back unconsciously.
, putting her hands in a prayer position, because of George, she was also full of awe for the gods. Arthur was no longer the seven-year-old child. Like George before him, they all had their own secrets.
Catalina believes that a proper private space is more important between real family members, and she is willing to give Arthur this space.
"Arthur, I just want you to promise me one thing, don't put yourself in danger, okay?"
Arthur turned around. He was a little surprised by the attitude shown by Catalina. Only someone who truly cares about him would care for him without stopping him from doing what he wanted to do. Arthur took a step and hugged Caterina.
Lina, Arthur's respect for this sister who is much taller than him is visible to the naked eye.
"Thank you, Catalina. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back for dinner tonight."
After saying that, Arthur opened the door and left the charity white room.
"Is he back?" Mrs. Lily walked out of her room with a slightly old look. She had been worried about Arthur's safety last night, which made her tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep. She didn't know what Arthur was doing specifically, but from now on
The way Arthur came back with injuries time and time again told her that what Arthur was doing must be dangerous. Mrs. Lily just didn't know how to ask Arthur to stop doing that thing.
Catalina faced the daylight that came in when the door opened, shedding crystal tears, but she was in a very good mood.
"He left again, but this time he told me he would be back for supper. Mrs. Lily, can we have beef tonight?"
Mrs. Lily smiled and put her hand on Catalina's shoulder from behind, "Of course, my good daughter." Catalina leaned on the shoulder of Mrs. Lily, who was already rickety, and watched Arthur leave.
direction.
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In front of the underground fighting gym at No. 114 Templer Street, Arthur touched the closure notice posted on the iron door of the underground entrance with his hand and thought about it.
A huge figure appeared from above the stairs, and a shadow enveloped Arthur. It was Kuchi. "The boss is injured," he said, "Mr. Airlandon is taking care of him."
Parrish? Arthur asked Cookie to take him to see Nighthawk.
The place where Nighthawk was recovering from his injuries was upstairs in No. 114. No hospital would take in an unnaturalized orc, except for that lunatic Jace. Nighthawk was lying on a large red round bed, covered in blood, and even more
To his surprise, his left arm was sliced smoothly from the shoulder joint. At this moment, Nighthawk was hugging the brown-skinned elf girl and discussing last night's battle with Parrish.
"That wind-using monster is about the same strength as you standing in the river. What's even more terrifying is that he can create an environment suitable for his fighting. Do you know, he can blow strong winds on the spot!" Nighthawk spat,
It doesn't look like someone whose left arm was cut off.
Parrish ignored Nighthawk and concentrated on controlling the blood in Nighthawk's body. The brown elf cried for an unknown amount of time, curling up in Nighthawk's hair and shaking gently.
Nighthawk first noticed Arthur's appearance. Kuchi took Arthur to the upper building of No. 114. This was originally a hotel. Due to the special environment in Templer Street, the hotel quickly couldn't support it and closed down.
Nighthawk occupies it as his own nest. Only the upper room is the lounge and activity room for Nighthawk and his clerk.
"Boy, I heard that you buried dozens of patrol wastes yesterday. You did a great job!" Nighthawk looked up to the sky and laughed, but accidentally touched his left shoulder and suppressed the laughter in pain.
Arthur was originally worried about Nighthawk's seemingly serious injury. Hearing that he was still making jokes at this time, he didn't want to talk to Nighthawk. He spent the whole night mediating among himself. As for what happened in the crypt, Arthur told him
Count it on Elecrom's Fang." Mr. Parrish, nothing happened after yesterday." "Of course," Parrish smiled, "I think I look good now, don't I?"
"Mr. Nighthawk, is this...?"
"A bastard wind wizard, I had a fight with him behind the Rose Manor last night. I felt bad, and he felt bad too." Nighthawk didn't want to mention it more and spat on the ground beside him.
Wind wizard, Arthur vaguely remembered the fence that fell to the ground when he was escaping in the dark last night. He thought it was kicked by him before. It seems to be the work of a wind wizard." Arthur.
Parrish stopped what he was doing and asked, "How did you think about the matter before?"
Parrish was referring to the matter of becoming a wizard. This Arthur had been prepared for a long time. He had already decided to become a wizard before going to the crypt of Rose Manor. Parrish would call Arthur when there were outsiders.
When there is no other person, it is called Hebrew.
"I have decided that I want to be a wizard and what should I do, Mr. Parrish."
Parrish did not answer in a hurry, but first snapped his fingers and opened the mirror world, allowing only Arthur Nighthawk and himself to enter.
"Becoming a wizard is actually very simple, just talk to the elements."
Arthur nodded, thinking in his heart that he had tried this when he was a child, but it was of no use.
"The method of dialogue is to have a direct dialogue with the element itself. If you are naturally selected, the element will naturally respond to you."
Ontology? Arthur noticed this word. It seemed different from what he did when he was a child. When he was a child, he only talked to flowers and plants. Now that he thinks about it, he is ashamed of his behavior as a child.
"You are right, the most important thing is the essence." Parrish interrupted Arthur's memories, "Finding the essence of the elements is the only condition for becoming a wizard."