After covering the quilt that Mai had kicked away again, tidying up the somewhat messy tabletop, and taking back all the elves, Luther carried a bag of garbage and went out with Sirona.
Walking on the path behind the hotel, Sirona was in high spirits and kept humming without stopping.
"It seems that the Phoenix King's feather betrayed me." Luther held the rainbow feather and said with a wry smile, "Did you notice it immediately?"
Sirona shook her head: "No, I'm just a little confused. One of the legends of the Phoenix King's Rainbow Feather is that it will recognize people with good hearts and guide them to the place where the Phoenix King is through the Rainbow Feather as a bridge."
"Although it sounds like a fairy tale, and there is no standard for describing it as kind-hearted, but I still want to believe it is true. After all, the legend of Luo Yu has been verified."
The biggest secret in his heart was exposed in front of Sirona, and Luther felt an indescribable sense of relief at this moment.
The depression in his heart was swept away, which also made him speak very casually.
"Don't you doubt that I am indeed a person with a dark heart? Is it because of this that Rainbow Feather refuses to resonate with me?"
Sirona stopped, looked at Luther, and said seriously: "That's what I thought for a time."
Sirona didn't see surprise or disappointment in Luther's eyes. Luther seemed to think that Sirona should think so for granted.
"I remembered the time you said at Carunai Villa that you were going to turn the ragtag group of people into human pigs."
Luther was startled and couldn't help but laugh: "This is a deductible situation, why did it become a bonus point?"
"Because you are like a rat that is cornered and jumps up to bite people."
This wonderful metaphor reminded Luther of the scene where he transformed into Radha and bit someone...and then Luther laughed out loud.
Sirona didn't smile.
"You are like a sponge. If someone squeezes you, water will flow out. If no one squeezes you, you will just huddle in the corner and be a rag. Even if you get moldy, you will not make changes on your own. I can see that if there is no
If the mad dog Dieffenbachia is chasing you from behind, you won't be as motivated as you are now."
"You are a happy-go-lucky person. If you find a place that suits you well, you will put down your roots, realize your original dream, and live a casual life like this."
"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether or not I'm kind at heart."
Luther threw the garbage into the trash can aside and asked Marylou to spray a water gun and wash her hands.
"A person's character can be seen by how he treats his elves." Sirona smoothed back her fallen hair, "Just based on this, I will firmly believe that you are not that kind of person."
"Karunai and A'Du both said that you are a person who has been hurt a lot, and you are willing to trust the trustworthy people wholeheartedly. Once there is a rift, it will be very difficult to make up for it, so she always thought that you would be her
The most reliable friend."
"Me too."
The weight of these four words was so heavy that Luther didn't know how to handle it. His body and brain seemed to be stagnant at that moment.
Saying the word "thank you" was simply an insult to this trust. Luther, who was at a loss, could only stay where he was, staring quietly into Sirona's eyes.
A cold wind passed through the trees, blowing past Luther and Sirona with a whistling sound.
The wind messed up Sirona's hair, and she subconsciously wanted to tidy it up. Her face suddenly turned red, she covered her mouth with her hands, and she quickly bent down.
Luther was the first to react. He took out a plastic bag from his pocket and patted Sirona on the back: "Spit up quickly. Why are you holding on if you don't know how to drink?"
No matter how good-looking a person is, bending over and vomiting will not look good. At first, Sirona was still holding back because Luther was in front of her, but now she can't hold it in anymore.
After a while, Luther tied the bag, threw it into the trash can, and took out paper to wipe the stain on Sirona's mouth.
"Are you always so prepared?" Sirona asked a little embarrassed.
"You wouldn't drink so much and come out to blow the cold wind. It's normal for you to vomit. Next time, don't think about knocking me out with wine and then make excuses. Just ask, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
After walking in silence for a while, Sirona's voice rang out.
"Your world is similar to Alola's Ultimate Cave?"
Luther shook his head: "It's even vaster than that. The land where I grew up has given birth to countless strange people and warriors for thousands of years. Most of the stories I tell you are about the history of that."
Sirona smiled: "I thought you were really that capable of telling so many wonderful stories."
Sirona asked a lot of other questions, about the customs and history of her world. Luther just picked up some scraps and told her that Luther didn't have the ability to explain it completely, no matter how good the storyteller was.
I can't finish describing the great dramas that have been staged in this land of outstanding people for thousands of years.
Sirona didn't ask how she came to this world, nor how she got hooked up with Luther, she just asked softly.
"Do you like this world?"
This question requires no thought at all.
"I don't think this question needs to be asked."
Luther smiled, and so did Sirona.
"Since you like this place, don't worry about that feather. Next time I see Phoenix King, I will definitely ask him why he doesn't recognize you as a member of this world."
Luther laughed loudly: "If I have a chance, I'd better ask myself. If she doesn't admit it, I'll capture her and put her in my pasture to help me hatch eggs."
Sirona suddenly reached out her hand and pinched Luther's face: "Well, not bad, now I feel that you have completely let go. The troubled boy, who was not confident at first, was tricked by Dieffenbachia and Qilan again,
Every time I feel like you still have some secrets that haven’t been exposed. What about this time?"
Luther spread his hands: "It's really gone this time. This is probably my last secret. I haven't told anyone. I'm confessing everything to you tonight."
"Seriously, thank you for being so sharp, otherwise I wouldn't have risked my life to tell you everything."
Sirona tilted her head, as if thinking about something, and asked: "When are you going to tell others?"
"Wait a minute. In fact, if you haven't discovered it, I think it would be good to keep it a secret. The biggest reason why I dare not say anything is that I don't know how you will look at me."
"Do you think our minds are too small?"
Luther shook his head: "I just... haven't been so lucky in a long time. As I go, I gain things that I never dared to think about or have before. The more I get, the more I am afraid of losing, that's all."
Sirona hesitated for a moment, then pinched Luther's cheeks with both hands and squeezed hard.
"Isn't it strong enough? If it's not strong enough, I can give you two punches. You can't let your imagination run wild."
Luther quickly grabbed Sirona's hand in pain and broke away.
"Sirona, fight with me."
Sirona fainted: "Seriously, you can say what you want to bully a girl!"
Luther covered his forehead: "It's a battle between elves. Because I don't have all the elves, it can only be five against five. Since I came to this world, I have wanted to have a real six against six with you. Now that the dream monster is not here,
I can’t make the full lineup, but I still want to give it a try!”
When it came to the battle, Sirona was half awake from her drunkenness, while Luther's eyes were firm, not wavering at all.
"Take advantage of others' danger and come here when I'm drunk."
Seeing Sirona take out the elf ball, Luther also smiled and took out his own elf ball.