It was hard for Nicole to do something like this to him suddenly.
He frowned and said, "What are you doing? Just keep talking. Take off whatever clothes you want and put them back on for me."
Nicole did not follow the instructions, but suddenly knelt down, lowered her head and whispered: "Nicole...Nicole thanks you, sir..."
Heath was stunned.
Okay, is this the legendary repayment of life-saving grace by offering one's body to others, and is this also the case with people from other worlds?
Heath shook his head, showed a relieved smile and said: "For me, this is not a big deal. It's not necessary. If you really want to thank me, I can just send you more hot milk in the future. Okay, hurry up and put on your clothes."
Bar."
Nicole did not get up, but knelt on the ground motionless.
Heath frowned.
If she has to persist to the end for this, I am afraid that this cannot be summed up by a simple repayment of gratitude. So what is the reason that motivates her to be so determined?
After thinking for a moment, Heath said: "If you are afraid, don't worry, no one will hurt you again here."
Nicole's expression remained unchanged.
'That's not it?'
Heath couldn't help but become interested in this girl for a moment. He originally thought that the girl was just afraid that what happened at the city gate would happen again, so she clung to him at the cost of her body. But now it seems that she has ulterior motives, so
What exactly is her purpose?
He thought quickly, but Heath really couldn't think of anything else the girl wanted from him besides the protection of her own life.
Just when he was about to give up the direct inquiry, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a small wooden toy in the girl's pocket. It was a toy similar to a wooden gong, the kind of wooden product used to coax children.
Inexplicably, Heath suddenly remembered the way she was skinny holding the baby and begging him when they first met in the forest... No way...
He asked tentatively: "How is the child doing?"
as expected.
As soon as Heath finished speaking, it was obvious that Nicole's body shook violently, and then she knelt down in front of Heath with a 'pop' sound, pressing her forehead tightly against the ground.
She trembled: "Sir, just accept Nicole!"
After a pause, she said in a firm voice: "As long as His Highness is safe, you will be Nicole's master from now on. No matter what you ask Nicole to do, you can do it."
'It's really like this...'
Heath couldn't help but feel speechless for a moment. The broad beans were carrying peas, and his butt was still being blown by the north wind. Where did he get the courage to actually think about taking care of other people's children and shoulder responsibilities that were not his own?
He said straightforwardly: "Be it Isaac or Campbell, no matter who lives in Gray Castle in the future, they will not harm that child. He is much safer than you."
After the fermentation of the previous events, the child now exists like a spiritual totem. No matter who takes possession of Gray Castle, it is impossible to harm him. Not only will they not harm him, they will even feed him.
"Instead of worrying about others, you should pay more attention to yourself."
I really can't understand how there are people like this in the world. Even when they themselves are in danger, they still have the heart to worry about others. Heath doesn't know what to say either.
Nicole's expression was startled.
She finally raised her head and looked at Heath blankly with her big eyes open, as if she was questioning Heath: Is this really the case? You didn't lie to me, did you?
Heath yawned: "Believe it or not!"
...
The next day, Heath's bedroom, balcony.
"Gugu!~"
"Shasha!~"
Strange cooing sounds mixed with subtle rustling sounds echoed on the balcony. Heath was immersed in the table writing a letter to the Glory of the Sea of Trees, reporting on the recent situation. The Lord of Graycastle has changed again. , of course, Shuhaizhihui must know about this matter as soon as possible.
Every time at this time, Heath felt like he was not a wizard, but like an underground worker engaged in espionage and intelligence. Isn't this exactly the same?
Soon, the letter was written, and Heath recorded the recent events and all the information he learned on the letter paper.
Immediately, he folded the letter paper and put it into the envelope.
However, when doing this action, he did it very slowly, his hands even kept stopping, and his brows were tightly knitted together, as if he was hesitating for something.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally opened the enveloped letter, picked up the quill next to it, and continued to write on the letter.
What he re-added was: "In addition, I met some scholars here and heard them mention some things about wizards. According to them, there was once a wizard who left a treasure on this land. They Call it the Hedgerow Relic..."
Although he had expressed his opinion to Magra before about the ruins, Heath was still a little reluctant after thinking about it after returning. He was not only unwilling to accept the treasure inside, but also curious about the historical secrets behind it.
So after careful consideration, Heath decided to look for foreign aid. A wizard organization as big as the Glory of the Sea of Trees might have accumulated thousands of years of knowledge, and they might be able to get some clues.
As for whether it can succeed in the end, it all depends on fate.
"...This is a kind of text about that ruins. Local scholars call it hidden text..."
Heath gave an overview of the ruins. Except for the direct clues about the ruins that he obtained from Magra, the rest was basically written in letters, with special emphasis on the strange writing.
The biggest problem now is that we don’t know the specific meaning of these words. If we can find their translations in the Glory of the Sea of Trees, then all the problems will basically be solved.
Soon, after finishing writing, Heath refolded the letter and put it back into the envelope, sealed it with clay and handed it to the owl at the side.
"Pap tap tap!~"
The owl flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
Strange to say, at the moment when the owl flew away, a strong wind suddenly blew in from all directions, and the strong wind was so violent that it blew sand and rocks flying, and the nettles were swaying constantly. The owl that had just taken off even He flipped twice in the air and almost hit the stone wall, which made Heath's eyelids twitch.
"Well..."
Heath shrank his neck, turned his head and looked around.
He muttered: "It's so good, where did the evil wind come from...could it be...that there was really some kind of curse?"