The hair caught in the crack of the door was still in place. Gordon closed the door, took down some silk curtains on the ivory bed, and arranged stumbling ropes around it.
This was done casually, it had become a function, and there would never be a place in the world where he could feel safe again, even if he returned to Cobra Castle, next to his loving father.
This is the price of three years of undercover Blood Prison. Gordon has always believed that danger is everywhere.
He strolled to the window sill of the dome, the moon's shadow moved westward, and the clear light gradually exited the window lattice. The surroundings became dark, and he could not see his fingers, as if all the light had been sucked by invisible monsters. Gordon tried to light the candle and took out the
Even a luminous pearl cannot emit a trace of light.
The cicada came out of the heart, climbed to Gordon's shoulder three or two times, scratched his ears, then jumped to his head, grabbed his hair and started swinging. This is the goblin's favorite game. Whenever there is no one around late at night,
When Gordon was alone, Cicada would run out and play with him.
After more than a year of nourishment from the Devil's Life Tree, Cicada was full of energy and looked much better. Especially after Gordon took Maimaiti's Tears of the Rainbow Monster, the Devil's Life Tree became more and more vigorous and had a faint luster.
Cicada also benefited from it, and the lame leg became more agile than before.
Gordon closed the window curtains and began his daily practice. Now that his time was limited, he could only focus on training the skills of Nishin Ryu and simulating killing leopards.
When he picked it up with his fingers, the round luminous pearl rolled between Gordon's fingers. Because the luminous pearl was smooth and round, it would roll out of his fingers if he was slightly careless, making it a little more difficult than operating a dagger.
"Get out - get out - get out." Cicada jumped into Gordon's arms, stretched out her hand to him, and opened her palm. Gordon took out a luminous pearl and handed it to it. Cicada followed Gordon's example and stretched out her fingers to fiddle with it.
, but its hands were too small, and its fingers were short and thin. As soon as it was plucked, the night pearl took off its hand and fell to the carpet, rolling around.
"Heh-heh-heh." Cicada chased after him with a silly smile, picked up the luminous pearl, and just put it between her fingers, but it fell out and rolled away again. The little goblin didn't seem to know what it meant to be discouraged, and looked down at the empty
With both hands, he ran towards the night pearl excitedly.
Gordon couldn't help but be stunned. The room was completely dark, the night pearl was dim and small, but Cicada could always find the night pearl accurately. Could it be that it had night vision?
"Gululu", the night pearl slipped out of the little goblin's hand again and rolled into the bottom of the bed. Cicada crawled in with her head buried in the bed, stretched out her arms to hug the night pearl, and suddenly tilted her head, with a confused expression on her face. Just now, the little goblin heard
Strange sounds like "Hee, oh, ha!" came from the side.
It looked around for a while, but the surroundings were dark and empty, and there was nothing. The cicada let go of the night pearl and stretched out its hand to scratch the ground a few times. The strange sound of "Oh, oh, ha, ha!" came into its ears again, and the cicada kept stopping.
He scratched the ground and kept making strange noises.
Cicada immediately got out from under the bed, ran to Gordon, and shouted: "Weird-weird-weird!"
"What?" Gordon rolled the luminous pearl with his fingers, shook his shoulders, turned his upper body slightly, and assumed a posture about to attack. This is a fake action technique, and it can also increase the difficulty of finger training.
"Weird-weird-weird!" Chanchan tugged on Gordon's trousers and pointed to the bottom of the bed. The expression on her face looked extremely serious.
Gordon's heart moved. This room swallowed up the light. There was certainly something strange about it. Could the little goblin have discovered the secret? He pondered for a moment and simply pushed the ivory bed to the other side, revealing the wool carpet covering the floor.
Cicada ran over, scratched with her hands, raised her head, and looked at Gordon in a show-off manner: "Listen-listen-listen!"
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"Yes - yes - yes!" Cicada sniffed hard and turned around anxiously.
Gordon lay down, put his ears close to the carpet, tapped inch by inch with his hands, and patted around, but still found nothing. He simply lay on the ground, concentrating on sensing, but after a long time, he still couldn't find any abnormal movement.
"Okay, Cancan, there may be something weird here, but now is not the time to think about it." Gordon shook his head and stopped wasting time. He continued to practice for more than three hours, until he was sweating profusely, and then went to the hotel bath.
Tang took a hot bath.
After returning to the room, Gordon first made a humanoid shape on the bed with pillows, and then covered it with a brocade quilt to create the illusion that he was sleeping. Then, he chose a blind spot in the room and covered it with several gilt screens.
He just fell to the ground and went to sleep. It was too unsafe to sleep on the bed. If someone broke in, a quick burst of crossbow fire would kill him.
In the meantime, the cicada sneaked out again and again and rushed to the place under the bed, scratching and scratching for half the night. "Weird-weird-weird!" The little goblin sniffed the turbid nose, thought for a long time, and nodded solemnly.
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When Gordon woke up the next day, he didn't notice anything strange. Sinbad arrived on time at ten o'clock and led him to the market.
"Let's go to the two houses at the east gate." Gordon was carrying his suitcase, with a gentle demeanor and calm steps, admiring the scenery along the way.
Sinbad reminded: "Sir, you must be prepared."
Gordon looked at him deeply: "Sinbad, I was ready before I walked into this city."
Sinbad was silent for a while and said, "Sir, you must be an extraordinary person."
Gordon smiled slightly: "I think you are the same."
Sinbad's expression became unnatural: "Me? You must be kidding, right?"
"Sinbad, what do you want to do when you grow up?"
"I, I have thought about it before, dreaming of being a brave and free warrior, going on adventures to hunt for treasures, and defeating the most ferocious monsters in the world. You must think this is ridiculous, right?"
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"Of course not. I thought the same thing as you when I was a kid."
"Really?" Sinbad said excitedly, and then a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "But I, I can't be like you. I can't be a warrior, I can't cultivate the source of power."
"Many people are unable to cultivate source power, such as Browning, such as many alchemists." Gordon walked around the lawn, walked through a winding path, and looked at the towering market porch in the distance, "There are many roads.
Sinbad, every road leads to the market."
Sinbad looked at Gordon excitedly: "Do you think so too?"
Gordon said: "It's not about thinking, it's about doing."
Sinbad's lips wriggled a few times, and he excitedly wanted to say something, but tried his best to restrain himself. He had known Mr. Ghoul for too short a time, and he still didn't understand what kind of person he was.
"I think it's better to forget it. I have no chance to take risks anymore. After all, I'm just an ordinary person." Sinbad lowered his head and silently stared at the trampled weeds on the ground. He said this to deal with Mr. Ghoul.
Or does he occasionally think this way? He suddenly felt an inexplicable depression. "Mr. Ghoul, I am not a child anymore. I can no longer have those ridiculous dreams. I can copy and write for others and be a decent person."
It would also be good to be a clerk. Or it would be good to be a guide. If I often meet generous guests like you, I will..."
"What will happen, Sinbad? You will keep working hard to serve others, and then earn a little bit of money, spend many years to buy a new house, and then buy a mule. Maybe one day, when you are tired of brushing the mule, you will suddenly think,
When I was a child, I wanted to take risks. But it was too late. Time has passed and my dreams are no longer." Gordon deliberately tilted his eyes at the boy with contempt, "Don't let me underestimate you, Sinbad."
"No, I don't want to be like this!" Sinbad finally couldn't stand it anymore, his little face turned red, and he blurted out, "I don't want to live like this day after day, year after year, until I become an uncle.
The old man who can no longer walk, then tells himself that there is nothing I can do! As long as you give me a chance, I can realize my dream!"
Gordon stopped and they were already standing at the door of the medicine shop in the market. "Everyone needs a chance." He walked in with a smile.