The young man was about to explain, but Mingdie spoke first:
"You have already committed a crime by injuring the guard 'Ghost' before the injury healed. Then you blatantly resisted orders and attacked the main combatants of the mission during the execution of the mission. Then you failed to repent when you were imprisoned, and even tried to escape from prison.
, and you almost caused a fire at the helm..."
"Uh...ahem! So you know everything?"
It seems that there is no need to introduce myself at all. With the "Smiling Puppet"'s emphasis on target information and its perverted style, Mingdie, as the cadre of the Smiling Puppet, I am afraid that even he went to the toilet a few times when he was at the helm.
Everyone has figured it out clearly.
"Who do you think I am? I also know that you are still not very peaceful after being exiled. The reason why you are lying here is because you had a big fight with the gladiatorial champion here, and you seem to have defeated her.
Yeah?"
"Just a fluke, really."
There was absolutely no humility in these words. The young man knew very well that if he fought Bai Feng again, his trump card would be exposed and he would still lose even if he recovered.
"I really didn't expect you to be able to cause so many troubles in the past six months? I have to admire your ability to make trouble. Even another monkey might not be able to make as much trouble as you."
"Uh, is this metaphor... too much?"
The young man muttered in a low voice. He did not dare to protest openly. If it were anyone else, the young man would not be so aggrieved.
And this is by no means a problem of the power gap between the two. He has seen many powerful guys, but Mingdie seems to have a restraint attribute in her body, which suppresses him to death.
"Well...if you want me to evaluate and summarize, well..."
Mingdie held her chin, as if she was really deep in thought. This made the boy curious about what this female elf who had lived for at least two centuries would say words of wisdom. As a result, Mingdie suddenly looked at him with her eyes bright, before the boy had time to react.
, there was suddenly a weight on the top of my head.
"You did a great job! Damn you kid! I haven't seen Fortina's pig face look like that in decades."
The night elf smiled while stroking the boy's hair, grabbing it and turning his already messy black hair into a chicken coop.
"What..."
The young man was also surprised that the Underworld Butterfly Society had such an inexplicable and cordial interaction with him, but he was not very surprised either.
After all, counting from the day they first met, the boy and Ming Die have been dealing with each other for almost four years, and they can be considered old friends. Of course, this may be just the boy's unilateral feeling. Four or five years are very important to the long-lived elves.
It's totally insignificant.
However, half a year ago, when Mingdie took the young man to the helm, the two of them finally eliminated some of the barriers.
While the young man was recalling that past, Ming Die continued to rub the young man's hair, stared at a certain part of his body and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, will your kid still be **** now?"
The night elf's seemingly careless topic brought someone into a frenzy.
"Ahhh! No! How old do you think I am?"
"Oh! You're not even a fraction of my age, what do you think? I was very impressed with you that time..."
Seeing that this guy seemed to want to start a conversation, the young man quickly shouted: "Well, it was just an accident, okay! Stop it, stop it! This is the only thing, I beg you not to mention it!"
The reason why the usually calm young man was so rude was because when he was left in the forest by Mingdie, he couldn't get out of bed just like now. It can be said that he was taken care of by this female elf all the way, eating, drinking, urinating, etc.
Survival activities must rely on this night elf.
Therefore, even if it is some relatively private matters, the young man has to ask someone for help. The young man, who is still very immature in all aspects, falls into the hands of the night elves who are well-informed but do not mind the mischief in the middle. There will inevitably be a lot of trouble.
The joke makes the young man blush just by thinking about it, but here we will not expand on it one by one.
In short, during this period of about half a month of getting along, the boy's inner fear of Mingdie disappeared a lot, and he was able to chat with this female killer in a more normal state of mind.
"By the way, have you been on missions in the past six months? You actually have time to come see me?"
The boy changed the subject. He and Ming Die were not friends at all, and as a well-known killer, Ming Die usually had a lot of things to do. It was normal for him to disappear from time to time, and it was possible that this night elf would be so bored that he made a special trip to find him.
——Almost zero.
"Hmm, I am not an idle person. Do you really think that I will be so idle that I come here to find you? This time I came to Iron Feather City because an employer asked me to go to the orc territory, just passing by.
"
This kind of innocuous information can still be leaked. Ming Die took his hand back from the young man's head, folded his hands on his chest, looked up and sighed:
"Well, I guess it will take a few more months before I can feel a little more relaxed."
These words made the young man couldn't help but ask: "Don't the organization not do business with orcs?"
The orcs have a vast territory, and although the population is large, it is very sparsely distributed. About one-fifth of the territory is desolate Gobi, and a quarter of the territory is forests and swamps. There are many jagged mountains in the middle, and there are also flat and open grasslands.
Many ethnic groups maintain nomadic habits, and their languages and cultures are also extremely complex, making it difficult for the Laughing Puppet's intelligence work to make progress, and killers rarely operate in the wild orc territories.
"Although I usually don't do it, there is nothing I can do..."
What kind of power can make Butterfried, the famous butterfly of the underworld, helplessly break the rules?
Ming Die paused intentionally when he said this, which whetted the boy's appetite.
"They gave me too much this time... so I reluctantly left."
"Well......"
The young man was dumbfounded, it turned out to be the power of money.
"But I didn't expect you to cause so many troubles. Your kid's ability to not be afraid of death is indeed much higher than before."
"ha..."
Listening to what Mingdie said, the young man felt that he had indeed tried his best. If he could be more forbearing, he might have a better ending than now.
However, can he really just bow his head and live in peace in life? Since he still has some strength at hand, he wants to give it a try. He can endure the temporary humiliation, but he is not willing to be a coward for the rest of his life. This is the temperament of a young man
.
Whether it was defeating the "ghost", resisting Defoe or punching Fortina, he encountered a situation that he couldn't bear. At that time, the young man's head was hot and he did what he wanted. As for the consequences...he
I don't have enough time to think.
"I didn't even know you would be so embarrassed."
Ming Die flicked the boy's right arm, which was covered with bandages and plaster, with his right index finger.
"Well, I don't want to do this either. Being a mummy is not comfortable at all."
Although the appearance of the boy wrapped in bandages is not as exaggerated as that of a mummy, due to varying degrees of damage to the muscles and veins throughout his body, the boy will feel slight pain even if he moves his toes slightly, which is similar to that of a motionless mummy.
Already.
Although this level of pain is not completely unbearable for the boy, it is indeed inconvenient for him to move.
"Oh? Now that I'm here, I'll do a good deed and help you heal. Do you want to?"
Mingdie did not ask the boy what a "mummy" was.
This young man would occasionally spit out some words that she didn't understand, and Ming Die was used to it after having been in contact with him for a while.
"Aha? Please do! Please!"
The young man's eyes lit up, could such a good thing happen?
Although the boy didn't particularly understand Mingdie's specific abilities, he knew that the powerful Mingdie was not only an assassin, she also knew some spells, and healing would be a piece of cake for her.
Just in case, the young man asked carefully:
"By the way, do you know the status of my injuries?"
"Haha, boy, do you look down on me?"
Mingdie stood up, glanced at the young man on the bed and said: "Eight ribs were broken, the most seriously injured right hand was broken into two pieces, the ulna of the right hand was broken into three sections, and most of the muscles in the whole body were broken.
damaged......"
"That's right, but...were you here a long time ago?"
What Ming Die and Old Woz said at the time were generally the same and seemed very reliable, but the boy didn't think that Ming Die, a night elf whose main job was a killer, could see these things at a glance.
After all, even Old Watts had to undergo repeated diagnoses to arrive at this result. No matter how long Mingdie lives, she cannot be more sophisticated in medical skills than Old Watts, an old doctor who has lived for half a century. Otherwise, her pair of
The eyes have powers similar to X-rays.
"Shut up."
Ming Die did not answer the boy's question, she directly inserted the half loaf of bread on the bed into the boy's mouth.
"Huh?!"
The young man's eyes widened and he watched as Mingdie grabbed his left hand in his arms. Since he was in a state where he was completely unable to resist and didn't know what the night elf wanted to do, he panicked.
"O branch of life that carries the unfathomable weight of the fruits of life... Please listen to my prayers and grow at this time... (elvish language)"
Mingdie murmured prayers in her mouth, and a green energy began to emit from her body. The young man felt as if he was hallucinating in front of his eyes. A towering ancient tree stretched out its branches behind the night elf, and the "dew" on the branches
"Slowly dripping, the pure healing energy flowed from Mingdie's back to her shoulders, then transferred to her hands, and finally entered the young man's injured left hand.
"Ugh!!"
However, when this seemingly gentle healing energy was transmitted to the young man's left hand, he actually felt a sharp pain like a burn, as if his hand was forced into boiling water. The severe pain made him instinctively
He started to struggle, which made him want to pull out of the night elf's arms.
"Bear it, don't resist."
Mingdie seemed to have expected it, and tightly controlled the young man's left hand. Not to mention the young man who was still seriously injured, even the young man in perfect condition could not escape from her hand.
"Ugh!! Ugh!! Ugh!!"
The severe pain caused the boy's whole body to tremble, and the wooden bed beneath him made a squeaking sound as it vibrated.
"Oh? Is this the limit?"
When Mingdie saw that the young man was already rolling his eyes, she finally let go of his hand. The moment the night elf withdrew its power, the projection of the Tree of Life behind her also disappeared without a trace.
Ta-ta...
Slightly urgent footsteps came from the corridor not far away, and Ming Die, who had a keen sense, knew that those people were aiming for this place.
"Is anyone here? Forget it, the visit ends here."
Mingdie walked towards the paper casement window, and the moment she stepped on the edge of the window before pushing open the window, she turned back and glanced at the seemingly comfortable profile of the boy on the bed.
"Boy, you have to live well."
"Live until...the day you become him completely."
The night elf left after leaving some meaningful words.
Just like a puff of wind or a cloud, there is no trace when it comes and there is no trace when it goes.
After jumping off the window sill, this enigmatic night elf wrapped his black robe tightly around his body, walked out of the secluded alley, and blended into the crowds of people on the street, without being seen again.