Chapter 2527 Separation of paths and deviation (20)
A sad look flashed across Leoport's face, making him almost want to cry, but it only lasted half a second. After half a second, his expression recovered, as if nothing had happened.
The ability to calm down in an instant can even be said to be a personal specialty.
"Leo...yes, I'm sorry..." Elaine apologized quickly as he looked at the extremely embarrassed lion boy who was covered in cake crumbs.
"It's okay." Leoport said. At this time, the sad look on his face had already calmed down, and he said calmly: "I should be the one saying sorry for disturbing your study. Miss Eve, can you please clean it up?"
"Understood, the cleaning golems have been sent out." Eve replied, and at the same time, three scarab golems flew in from outside the room and began to clean up the cakes and cake crumbs scattered on the ground.
Leoport also shook off the cake crumbs from his body and looked at the wasted food on the ground with a little regret.
"Is reading... interesting, Elaine?" The lion boy sat on the ground and let the scarab golems wipe and sweep him until all the cake crumbs on his body were cleaned up: "
In the past... I was often unwell. Sister Xue Rui always forbade me to go out when the weather was bad, saying it would have a negative impact on my body. I was not allowed to go out when it was too hot and it was raining.
You are not allowed to go out. You are not allowed to go out when there is a storm. Even if it is too cold at night, you are not allowed to go out. So I have no choice and often just read at home. So I also like reading, especially novels------
Various hero stories, various knight biographies."
Elaine didn't reply and looked at the other party a little blankly, wondering what the meaning of this conversation was.
"I... always feel that reading is just for fun. I read books because I like reading. But now Elaine... To be honest, I don't feel that you have any reading.
The joy of reading books makes your face tense up, and you always feel like you are carrying something heavy. You are reading some professional medical books that are so advanced that you don’t even understand them, and you are forcing yourself to understand them.”
"I------" Elaine was thinking about how to answer, but for a moment she couldn't think of a way to answer Leo's question head-on without exposing his intentions.
Probably because he is still too stupid.
"You're forcing yourself, Elaine." The lion boy sighed, "You're trying to do something you can't do. And when you do it, you don't look happy at all...
.Even painful."
The white shark man was silent for a moment.
"Even so..." Elaine whispered.
"Do you really have to do this, Elaine?" Leo then asked: "Don't want to hang out with me? That would be much happier than reading this kind of book."
Elaine shook his head. He knew that he was indeed forcing himself. But what could he do? He did this to save the life of Leopold in front of him. Only he knew all the efforts he had made.
But he couldn't tell Leo, because he didn't want Leoport to worry or scare the child. Has the other party ever understood this painstaking effort? Feeling a little aggrieved, Elaine stopped talking and sat there silently.
Sulking, he continued to read his book.
"I understand. Since this is your decision, I won't say anything more." The lion boy sighed, knowing that with their current relationship, there was no way to simply persuade Elaine, who was very stubborn by nature.
He gave up for the time being. After packing everything, he began to squat next to Elaine.
"Can I... lend you your shoulder?" Leoport asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Feeling guilty about what happened just now, the White Shark man did not refuse the other party's request.
Leoport, who was sitting next to Elaine, boldly rested his head on the white shark man's shoulder. Elaine who looked like this had a cold atmosphere about him, and the shark skin not only didn't look...
It's smooth, but actually feels as rough as sandpaper.
"No, isn't it uncomfortable?" Of course Elaine knew this, so she asked.
"No." The young lion man replied in a low voice: "I am satisfied just relying on you like this."
The White Shark man blushed, did not continue to say anything, and began to look through his book silently. Leo also calmed down, leaned on Elaine's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest, and soon he made a low snoring sound, seeming to sleep.
It’s on.
"Stupid, stupid..." Elaine couldn't help but hum. He tried his best to stabilize the shoulder he was leaning on and not move it. However, he still had to turn the book. Keeping his shoulder fixed would affect his ability to read.
When he turned the page, Elaine first transformed into a white bear, then carefully lifted up Leoport and let the child's head rest on her lap.
Needless to say, the current White Bear Elaine is a fat, furry man with hairy, fleshy and elastic thighs. Of course, it is more comfortable to rest his head on it. If Elaine transforms into the form of a White Shark Man again, it may not be like that.
It's over, those hairy thighs will probably be replaced by leaner thighs with less fat, and the shark skin is hard, cold and rough, like a thick layer of sandpaper. Those thighs can be used as a knee pillow for Leo.
I guess it won't be comfortable.
Elaine hesitated for a moment. Should he keep his current appearance as a white bear man and continue to let Leo lie down comfortably, but he himself could not study well? Or should he change back to his current appearance as a white shark man and continue reading, but Leo would
Lying on his lap and sleeping uncomfortably? If it were him in the past, he would probably have the answer already. But now he is studying to save Leo, which is far more meaningful than a moment of tenderness and consideration.
So Elaine sighed and transformed back into the white shark form. He still maintained his original sitting position, letting the lion boy's head rest on his lap--even though it was not very comfortable.
Knee pillow.
"Just... hold on a little longer." He whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "I will definitely save you, Leo."
After the operation is successful, the child will surely be freed from the shackles of the shadow of death and live a carefree life... Until that day comes, he must be patient.
Elaine resisted the urge to hug Leo tightly and began to quietly flip through the medical book in his hand. Even though his thoughts were fluctuating and he couldn't learn anything, he still read at a glance and forced himself to absorb everything recorded in the book.
mind.
At the same time, in the combat training room of the Dawn.
In fact, the so-called combat training room was transformed from a vacant warehouse in the Dawn. Additional solid armor plates were installed on the ground walls and ceiling, so that no matter how noisy the people in the training room were, they would not cause any harm to the sand ship.
Extremely large damage.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..." Leopard man Queeg gasped, carefully dodging the wooden sword swung at high speed in Bediwell's hand, while circling with the werewolf youth, trying to find a way to fight back.
Chance.
It's a pity that this guy is obviously a novice, and his fighting skills are very rusty. He relies entirely on his speed as a leopard man to deal with Bedivere's attack, but his range of movements is too large. He just dodges the attack of the wooden sword and retreats.
It's a long way to jump out. Such an inefficient dodge action is of course very draining of physical energy. This is why Queeg was out of breath after only ten minutes.
"What are you afraid of? Take a good look at the attack range of the weapon in my hand, and don't you just dodge within that range?" Bedivere said while waving his sword: "This is just a wooden sword, not a spear or a whip.
, why are you hiding so far away?"
"Yes, but!"
"If you continue to waste your energy for no reason, you can't even hold on for half an hour?" The werewolf youth said again: "Most battles now take longer than half an hour. If you can't hold on for half an hour, how can you be qualified for those fierce battles?"
"
"Yes, but!"
"And you have never attacked me once. Are you serious?" Bedivere continued to lecture: "How can you win if you don't fight back? Do you plan to use up all your strength and then declare surrender to the enemy?"
Queeg was so scolded by Bedivere that he had nothing to say.
"Ha------" Seeing that Queeg was still dodging after being trained, Bedivere suddenly became discouraged and stopped attacking: "Pause!"
"Finally, finally..." Queeg wiped the sweat from his head and stopped with a little anticipation.
"Don't get me wrong, no matter how long you train like this, it won't have any effect. It's just because it has no effect that you call a timeout!" the werewolf young man said angrily.
"Hey..." the leopard snorted.
"What? You still blame me?" Bedivere became even more angry: "Really, why are you so scared and keep hiding? Am I that scary?"
"It's a bit..." Queeg looked at the ferocious-looking Bedivere tremblingly.
"I'm talking about my attack, not myself!" Bedivere cursed.
"But... it will hurt if you get hit." Quigg hummed.
"Isn't this nonsense? Of course being hit will hurt. This is fighting, not playing house!" Bedivere said angrily, and then he suddenly felt that being angry like this would only make the leopard in front of him more scared, so he
Trying his best to put away his anger, he pretended to be calm and asked: "Are you really so afraid of pain and injury, Queeg? You can't even be hit by a wooden training sword?"
"Because it is...a sword for training..."
"What are you talking about?"
Queeg suddenly stopped talking.
"It's just because it's a wooden sword used for training that it's scary, is that what you mean?" The werewolf youth tried to change his thinking: "Why? You haven't been on the battlefield much, but you should have received a lot of training in the army.
Right? They don’t use wooden swords for training. Do they use real swords and guns?”
Queeg still didn't answer. His hand holding the wooden sword was shaking.
"Could it be that you...were bullied in the army? What did they do to you in the name of [training]------"
"Stop talking!" Queeg suddenly turned pale and shouted to stop Bedivere.
"That's okay." Bedivere could probably guess what Queeg had gone through, so he didn't continue to ask: "But you are so afraid of close combat that you really can't handle the battle... Uh, right.
Already------"
The werewolf young man scratched his head and took out a weapon and a bow from the storage pocket of his tactical belt.
"...Bow?" Queeg looked at the weapon with confusion. (To be continued)