Vol 2 Chapter 225: Little slick "comfort"

Chapter 225 "Sleeping" of the little slick
The little slicker sat on a wooden box, staring at the white-guard guards around him, treating, changing, negotiating, and doing the final preparation before departure.
Each of them respected themselves, and even when they were in the hectic, they did not forget to empties a place for rest for her, ensuring good water and food.
She is very sleepy.
But the fear and tension that invades the brain all the time, like the alarm bell, often wakes her up from the edge of falling asleep.
This made her feel like she was living between half-dream and half-awake.
But there is nothing wrong with this, isn't it? The little slick head lowered his head and asked himself bitterly.
From last night to the present, isn’t it a nightmare?
But myself...
The little slicker took a nap and touched the little face that had been wiped clean.
She sat alone on the wooden box and watched people come and go.
Although the clothes she had just added were very warm, she felt that she had never been so cold like this.
Lost and lonely.
Nothing to rely on.
Just at this time.
"You are here."
A low sigh came.
The little slick turned his head and unexpectedly saw the bitter Taylors coming over.
I saw the second prince of the stars, and I sat down on the open space next to her.
"Thales," the little slicker was a little surprised and a little delighted. "How are you..."
Tyres looked awkwardly, and he took care of himself to pick up a loaf of bread on the plate at the hand of the little slicker, ignoring the look of a white-bladed guard member in the distance.
"The food that is going to be given to the stars is very poor - the sacrifices are also from the North," Taylors bite into the fluffy bread casually - the bread that is dedicated to the temple is really different - put his own half All the faces were trapped inside, snorted and vaguely said: "I will take a look at you."
The little slicker looked at him slyly.
Tyres used his strength to bite his teeth and pulled his face out of the bread.
The second prince did not look up. He just chewed and stared at the half-section bag in his hand.
Eyes confused.
The little slicker looked at him like this, blinked his eyes, and for a moment he seemed to forget a lot of his troubles.
"You didn't stay with them," Taylors swallowed a bite of bread without feeling, feeling the feeling of being filled up slowly, and Niely and Melknu, who talked about what was going on in the distance. : "Is it bad for you?"
The little slicker looked up and hesitated to look at the two people in the distance.
"No, they respect me very much," the girl shook her head, almost shaking her glasses down, scaring her to hurry and reach down and hold her nose, and wronged: "So, I feel scared."
The wolverine girl bit her lip: "You know, they used to be there, they all know..."
"Not important." The words of Tyres suddenly sounded.
The little slicker looked at the prince unexpectedly.
I saw that Teres took the bread in his hand and decided to look straight ahead, but his eyes were not focused.
Only occasionally chewed in the mouth.
"No matter what happened in the hero hall," Taylors narrowed his eyes and said bitterly: "What is the relationship now?"
He shook his head indifferently: "It’s not important after we fled this nightmare."
Taylors thought about it.
Only one point.
We can escape the nightmare, but the nightmare will not let us go.
"Thales," the small slipper put his hand on the sides of his body and leaned forward in fear. "You, are you okay?"
Taylors came back and looked at her.
"No," Taylors bowed his head and sighed deeply: "I am very bad."
The little slicker slammed his mouth and looked at Tyres, blinking at the eye.
"Little slippery."
Tyles stared at the wooden box under the girl and stared at her little feet hanging in the air.
"Do you know," the prince lost his heart. "Although I am not happy, I am carrying a mission."
The little slicker looked at him slyly, not knowing how to react.
"But I failed," he concluded dryly.
The voice is full of hesitation and pain.
The little slicker is just instinctively at the head.
Taylor suddenly burst into laughter.
"And we have to run away now, leaving a bunch of mess," his laughter was desolate and sloppy, and he heard a little slick and saddened: "Then ran away."
Tyres was languid. Put two pieces of bread in his hand and put it back on the plate. He leaned back and leaned back on the wooden box with a small slippery head.
He quietly looked at the dim ceiling and faintly recognized the mural above it - three faint figures were born from a whitish ball.
Here is the place that belongs to the gods.
Tyres thought with a deep heart.
According to the Lord's main sacrifice, the goddess of the moon may not care, and will not care about these mortal disputes.
If you can do everything like them, you will be indifferent.
Tyres smiled a bit, then his expression regained its sigh.
The little slicker looked at him quietly, without a word.
It looks like a docile kitten.
"Do you know," Taylors continued to look at the ceiling, his eyes flickering, his voice groaning, as if a layer of yarn was separated: "Exeter is likely to use my assassination of the king's name and send troops south - more than one grandfather ""
The little slicker gently nods:
"Ok."
There was a fascination in front of Taylors, as if Arak and Sonya appeared, and the anger guards fell one by one: "The Broken Dragon Fortress may be lost, and the North may be lost. We can't stop them.

"Ok."
"Many people will die," Taylors seems to have seen so many people die, in the abandoned house, in the manor, on the streets, in the birch groves, in front of the fortress, in the city of Longyan - which makes him more tired and sleepy. "Due to war, death from famine, death from chaos, death in a world of disorder and reason."
"Ok."
"And, because of the incompetence and failure of the mission - and the heirs, the royal family will probably face the most serious accusations and blows in history, and the nobles are expecting this opportunity." The prince is faint, as if this is a trivial matter. a pile.
"Ok."
"And Rumba, Rumba will get everything he wants, no matter what it is." Taylors put his head on his arm and stared in the air: "He is the ultimate winner, based on our failure - you Do you know, I used to swear in his tent, laughing at him as mean and shameless, cold and bloodless."
"Ok."
Tyres sneered unconsciously.
"Small slick," his voice was getting lower and heavier. "I failed - and I have nothing to do with it."
"Ok."
"I always thought I could do it," Tyres said with a wry smile, remembering Gilbert's embarrassing teaching in the court. "I am not too clever, but not too stupid, and they have their help……"
"Ok."
Taylors suddenly had a sore heart.
"But I can't do it," the prince said bitterly, as if his tongue had a thousand weights: "It's too hard."
The little slick jumped from the wooden box and sat down beside him, nodding slightly: "Yeah."
Tyres closed his eyes and spit out a long breath.
There is infinite depression and resentment in my heart.
"Not just Lombard, not just Nunn..."
"The self-righteous secret, always want to keep everything in hand..."
"The so-called father who is arbitrarily special, never minds the will and mood of others..."
"They made me caught off guard every time," Tyres squinted as if to vomit a month of dissatisfaction: "I really want to do something..."
"Ok."
"Of course, they probably have to blame me for being smart and destroying their plans," Tyres sneered and mocked: "Of course, if it weren't for me, they would probably celebrate their victory in a corner."

"Ok."
Tyres sighed.
"And I have neither qualifications nor positions to blame them," the prince said in a down-to-earth manner: "Just like you, I am nothing at all."
"……Ok"
"Don't say ‘ah’ again.

"Ok."
"Well, it seems that you are really distracted."
"Well--ah?"
The little slippery head is raised like a sharp awakening.
I saw that Tyres leaned over the wooden box and looked at the helpless girl with a helpless smile.
The little slicker was embarrassed to bow his head and stretched out his hands to cover his face: "That, I am just..."
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief from his nose and smiled.
"Forget it."
He shook his head helplessly: "Well, thank you for your thoughtful ‘comfort’ and thank you for listening patiently to me here.

But at this time, Taylors suddenly felt his shoulders sink.
He turned his head in amazement, saw the little slick and leaned over to his side, opened his small arms, and leaned back and forth on his neck.
Tyres stared at the small slick that was close at hand, looking at the white face after her cleansing - only the big eyes in a pair of thick-framed glasses were particularly prominent.
"What are you doing?" he asked slyly.
The small slippery chest was tightly attached to the shoulders of Tells. Her expression was sincere and serious: "Consolation."
"Consolation?" The doubtful Thales gave a slight glimpse. .
"A long time ago, the mother did just that," the little slicker put on the neck of Tells and tried harder. Her expression was particularly stubborn and she was particularly serious: "When I am sick or hungry, my mother I will hold me - I don't want to, she will hold me from the side, from dark to dawn."
Thales, surrounded by her, narrowed her eyes: "Do you remember your mother?"
The little chin's chin pressed against the shoulders of Tells: "Well, but I don't remember."
Tyres looked at her serious expression and asked subconsciously: "What happened later? What happened to her?"
The body of the little slippery trembled slightly.
Her expression faded.
"She sold me," said the little slicker. "She is very poor. She goes to work very early every day, until very late, and comes home with very little food."
"She can't help but sell me, otherwise," the little girl said quietly, her face was barely reluctant: "Otherwise she will not survive."
Tyres sighed.
Nie Lai in the distance saw this scene: the two children clung together.
The comet frowned and stepped out.
But his shoulder was caught by one hand.
"They are just children." The indifferent Melk shook his head slightly against Nielai's shoulder.
Niely looked at the old colleague deeply and said nothing.
"So, is this the way you comfort me?" Taylors smiled.
"I have a suggestion. When you grow up, it's best to get rid of this habit - it's so comforting to see people."
Little slippery nodded, innocently authentic: "Oh."
"Okay, let me go," Tyres patted the little slicked hand and smiled. "Before Nie Lai took the knife and rushed over."
The little slick only released the little prince.
"That... don't worry about failure." She seems to be uneasy about her comforting effect, still muttering:
"A moment to win, but the waves are turning, the century-old chess game is the foundation of the world."
Tyres raised his eyebrows and chewed this sentence: "This is... who said what?"
The little slicker looked bright and seemed to be excited to find a topic that was of interest to Thales: "Your king."
Tyres frowned: "Our?"
"Ok."
"A sage of more than a hundred years ago, 闵迪思·星星三," Xiaotou nodded and seemed to re-enter her reading of her eyes: "He was after the nightmare of the "Red King" nightmare Ascending the throne, governing the country with superb political skills, and successfully passed the fourth continental war."
Taylor's heart moved.
Judith III.
"I remembered that the time of Judith III's reign was obviously later than that of Midiir IV," said Taylor in his heart: "But in the currency of the stars, the head of Judith is engraved on the silver coin, Bidi The value of copper coins is even higher."
and many more.
Xianjun?
This name...
Whether it is King Nunn or Chaman Rumba, he is mentioned in the same way, and he still has a lot of sighs in his speech.
On the way to the Northland, Puttier also mentioned that Judith III was the dominant person in the alliance between the sea and the night and the night—and thus changed the shape of the mainland war.
"A hundred years of chess, is the foundation of the world?" Tyres muttered.
Tels turned his head sharply.
"Tell me about 闵迪思三," the little prince’s serious expression seemed to scare the little slicker: "What did he do? Can it be called ‘Yinjun’?

"After the Grand Duke of Solon, the collection of books in the library has increased very little, but," the little slicker is born and said: "Although Xingchen called him "Yijun", but..."
"In the famous three stars of the stars, the northern people most admire the swearing-offer of the North aid, Midier IV, followed by the revival king who opened the territory, but not how much can be seen in the war. 'Yinjun', and even the Northern Territory’s "End of 500-600 Political Affairs Brief" also said that he is the weak king who compromised with civilians."
The inner heart of Tyres was slightly shocked.
The king of weakness?
He reacted and his eyes sharpened.
"Go ahead." Tyres said seriously.
(End of this chapter)