It was late at night, and all four of the burning stone lamps on the wall were on, still unable to take care of the lighting of the entire office. The melting heat of the charcoal makes the summer nights even hotter. Morin had to order to open the window on the side of the street, and his mind calmed down a little. His eyes widened as he studied the papers on his desk, but his attention only lasted a few seconds before drifting away. The hunter's legs under the table kicked back, and his feet were high on the table, shaking the pen in his hand boredly: "Hell...... The short-distance airship of the Blue Gold Chamber of Commerce is a civilian landing pad, and it is not a trade union, how can those guys arrange it, just let them like it? Why do you even have to report this kind of thing to the union? ”

"Lord Mo-" On the other side of the office, the old steward stopped under the bamboo ladder and replied slowly, he was still holding the burning charcoal used to add materials to the lamps in his hand, "My lord doesn't know, the industry of the Blue Gold Chamber of Commerce in Jinyu City is to pay taxes to the trade union, and the shift planning of the airship is an important reference for tax declaration." Those businessmen are very cunning, and if they don't leave a criminal record, God knows how much they will miss. ”

"Hmm...... Is that so? Maureen scratched his head wryly. He withdrew his feet from the table, flipped through the pages of the sailing plan, and scribbled his name at the end. The hunter's hands had been holding hunting weapons for many years, and at first glance the pen seemed a little clumsy, and his signature was crooked, but he did not care, and gathered the pages in one place and threw them into the pile of papers in the distance.

The lamps were refueled in turn, the office was finally brighter, and Maureen went through several papers in quick succession, but the to-dos piled up at hand showed no sign of thinning. The hunter yawned, raised his head and said to the busy old man in the office: "Uncle Han, it's late, I'll do the rest of the work alone, you don't have to stay here all the time." ”

"In that case, then I'll retire first." The old man didn't shirk it, he put down the work in his hand and said leisurely, "When the deacon's work is not finished, adults don't need to be in a hurry. The fuel in the lamp won't last long, so I hope you can rest soon. ”

Seeing the office door slammed shut, Morinden slumped his shoulders and fell to the table without a look. The title of the document in front of him was extraordinarily long, and although he recognized every word, he couldn't understand the connection. He read it silently several times, but finally gave up, pulled another one out of the pile of papers, and read it weakly.

"Haven't you always disliked paperwork?"

A deep voice rang out from the other side of the office, and with a flick of Morin's wrist, Lin's hand slashed uncontrollably to the edge of the paper, and the tip of the pen carved a shallow mark on the desk. The hunter looked up sharply, and saw a dark figure standing in front of the windowsill in the light of the light, waving to him.

"Who?" Mo Lin hurriedly asked. With a bow at his waist, he instinctively backhanded the weapon hidden under the table. This is the inner hall of the Golden Feather City Branch, which is the office of deacon-level officials, and there should be hunters guarding it all day long, but he doesn't want to be swaggered into the window on the second day he settles in.

"Hey, Arin, don't get excited!" The figure outside the window sighed, looking like "I knew it was like this". He turned his body and showed the weapon behind his back, "Even if you don't recognize me, you should recognize this sword, right?" ”

Suddenly hearing his name, the new deacon calmed down. He looked intently, and the mysterious man's sword was stored in an off-white scabbard, the shape and texture were the same as in his memory. He easily connected the weapon to the owner it represented, but his voice trembled again: "You guy...... Why is there a knife from Ashao? ”

"Because I'm him." Bai Shao leaned his upper body into the window, his face darkened, "Hell! Where's your hunting outfit? This deacon's garment is worn by you, and it is as ugly as a curtain around your body. ”

Maureen ignored his words, but carefully looked the person up and down by the light of his office. The mysterious man's body is thin, his face is thin, and his voice is not at all similar to the Bai Shao in his memory. However, for some reason, just a glimpse, the tone of the other party's speech and the charm of his gestures reminded him of his long-lost companion.

The deacon licked his lips and tentatively asked, "Are you ...... Bai Shao? Wait, stand there and don't move! Mo Lin's eyes rolled, "Captain Qin, what's his daughter's name?" ”

"How do I know that? I've been in the dragon graveyard for months, and I haven't even seen the kid once! The white-armored hunter patted his head, but said in a trance, "Wait, does the captain really plan to let her use a heavy hammer for hunting enlightenment?" If you're a girl, it's really more suitable for a knife, right? ”

Hearing this, Morin's muscles relaxed and he sat back on the deacon's seat. His eyes wandered, and he instantly changed several emotions with incomprehensible meanings, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "You...... It can't be a ghost or something, right? ”

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"Oh! It's really soft and ...... You know, I've never been to the deacon's office area before today...... What kind of leather is this chair made of? Poison Birds? Bai Shao found a comfortable position, lying on his back in the guest chair in the office, and swayed his feet creakingly.

"I don't know, I just moved in, too." Maureen replied perfunctorily. He handed the bottle to Bai Shao: "The only good thing about this office is that its former owner has a habit of drinking at work - the local craft brew found in the drawer, Golden Feather City, has not been opened, so it should be regarded as a gift left for me by the guy who was promoted." ”

The white-armored hunter reached out to pick it up, pulled off the cork with a "bang", poured a large sip of wine on his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "I thought you didn't like public office, why did you suddenly become a deacon?" This office looks good, but it's not more attractive than a hunting ground, right? ”

"It's hard to put into words." Morin took the bottle from his companion and moved his Adam's apple up and down a few times. The cold liquor was in his stomach, and the hunter's spirits were lifted a little, "You should be more explained than me, right?" The glory of the hunter is above, and since that time has passed......"

"It's been four months." "I still can't believe it—every night before I go to bed, I suspect that this is just my dying vision, and that if you close your eyes, it will all be over." ”

"So, you're really still alive......" Merlin touched his companion's armor, and the cold touch really spread to his fingertips, not only did not make him feel a little relieved, but instead raised more questions, "How did you escape from that ancient dragon?" How did it become ...... What does this look like now? Why didn't you come to us sooner? ”

The white-armored hunter took the wine bottle, took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath before saying to Morin with a calm face: "I didn't 'escape' from that battle. ”

"After you leave in the airship, it won't be long before I can't continue fighting." At that time, the blood poison of the ancient dragon seed spread along the lungs to Bai Shao's whole body, and even killing the dragon fruit was helpless. The hunter was able to sustain himself until that time, all thanks to a will, and that will disappeared as soon as the hunting ship of his companions sailed out of view, "I just lay on the pile of bones and waited for the last moment, but before that, the dragon did something to me. ”

Bai Shao's face became weird, as if he didn't want to think about the experience after that: "That guy ...... Probably hungry. ”

With months of spending time with the Scourge Behemoth in the Dragon Graveyard, the four-star hunter could vaguely guess what was going on. A battle must be a lot of consumption for such a big guy, not to mention those ink and red arcs, and Bai Shao, who was in a dying state, naturally became its dessert.

"In short, the dragon 'eats' everything about 'death' on me. It was a strange feeling, as if something had been forcibly removed from the body, and the injuries, toxins, and fatigue were all gone. It didn't help me recover, but at least it saved my life, and I spent the next few days buried under the pile of bones, and I managed to gather enough strength to get back to the surface. ”

"Is the way it is now, also caused by that time?" Morin frowned.

"I guess that's probably the price of survival." The white-armored hunter pointed to his nose and said, "The blood of the ancient dragon did not kill me, but it remained, melted into my body, and made me ...... It's completely different. ”

"I can see it."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Bai Shao touched his thin cheeks, a few months was enough for him to get acquainted with this new body. He looked around, then suddenly stood up, picked up a piece of paperweight from Morin's desk, and held it in front of his companion, "Look at it—"

The four-star hunter's eyes were slightly red, the muscles on his arms bulged, and his five fingers slowly clenched. Under Morin's astonished gaze, the square paperweight was twisting slightly, and five clear fingerprints appeared in the grip in a moment. Although the alloy material used as a paperweight is soft, it is not a sludge in a pond, and it can be rounded and flattened with bare hands.

The white-armored hunter reached out to pick it up, pulled off the cork with a "bang", poured a large sip of wine on his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "I thought you didn't like public office, why did you suddenly become a deacon?" This office looks good, but it's not more attractive than a hunting ground, right? ”

"It's hard to put into words." Morin took the bottle from his companion and moved his Adam's apple up and down a few times. The cold liquor was in his stomach, and the hunter's spirits were lifted a little, "You should be more explained than me, right?" The glory of the hunter is above, and since that time has passed......"

"It's been four months." "I still can't believe it—every night before I go to bed, I suspect that this is just my dying vision, and that if you close your eyes, it will all be over." ”

"So, you're really still alive......" Merlin touched his companion's armor, and the cold touch really spread to his fingertips, not only did not make him feel a little relieved, but instead raised more questions, "How did you escape from that ancient dragon?" How did it become ...... What does this look like now? Why didn't you come to us sooner? ”

The white-armored hunter took the wine bottle, took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath before saying to Morin with a calm face: "I didn't 'escape' from that battle. ”

"After you leave in the airship, it won't be long before I can't continue fighting." At that time, the blood poison of the ancient dragon seed spread along the lungs to Bai Shao's whole body, and even killing the dragon fruit was helpless. The hunter was able to sustain himself until that time, all thanks to a will, and that will disappeared as soon as the hunting ship of his companions sailed out of view, "I just lay on the pile of bones and waited for the last moment, but before that, the dragon did something to me. ”

Bai Shao's face became weird, as if he didn't want to think about the experience after that: "That guy ...... Probably hungry. ”

With months of spending time with the Scourge Behemoth in the Dragon Graveyard, the four-star hunter could vaguely guess what was going on. A battle must be a lot of consumption for such a big guy, not to mention those ink and red arcs, and Bai Shao, who was in a dying state, naturally became its dessert.

"In short, the dragon 'eats' everything about 'death' on me. It was a strange feeling, as if something had been forcibly removed from the body, and the injuries, toxins, and fatigue were all gone. It didn't help me recover, but at least it saved my life, and I spent the next few days buried under the pile of bones, and I managed to gather enough strength to get back to the surface. ”

"Is the way it is now, also caused by that time?" Morin frowned.

"I guess that's probably the price of survival." The white-armored hunter pointed to his nose and said, "The blood of the ancient dragon did not kill me, but it remained, melted into my body, and made me ...... It's completely different. ”

"I can see it."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Bai Shao touched his thin cheeks, a few months was enough for him to get acquainted with this new body. He looked around, then suddenly stood up, picked up a piece of paperweight from Morin's desk, and held it in front of his companion, "Look at it—"

The four-star hunter's eyes were slightly red, the muscles on his arms bulged, and his five fingers slowly clenched. Under Morin's astonished gaze, the square paperweight was twisting slightly, and five clear fingerprints appeared in the grip in a moment. Although the alloy material used as a paperweight is soft, it is not a sludge in a pond, and it can be rounded and flattened with bare hands.