Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 219

The acquaintance of Yale Liga and Debovilar can't be said for a long time, but she has observed many details of each other's life.Villar's hair is always spotless, and his clothes are bright and new, revealing his good life in the Second Peak and his emphasis on appearance.Not to mention his actual talents, the blood of the trickster alone is enough to make him more noble than thousands of people-the biggest difference between the Silence School and the White Tower is that they never think that intelligence is the inner core of the power of the heavens, and even Not an essential element.The journey to the stars through the fire is meaningless, because the blood is better than the mind, just as the land is closer to the stars.

She can roughly conclude that Debovillar has never been in such a situation.To be driven with such contempt by a prisoner in a black prison was beyond Villar's comprehension.Even Kumao raised his tail in surprise, but quickly pulled it back because of Yareriga's gaze.

They all stared at Villar's back, wondering how he would react.Yareriga quickly considered several ways he might punish the offender, and was a little worried about the new prisoner, but that didn't really bother her.

She does like cubs, but that doesn't mean she has to live and die with a little thing that calls her "ghost."And since he provoked Villars so recklessly, either the boy had something to rely on, or he was going to die of some other stupid thing sooner or later.

Villar's shoulders moved slightly.He lowered his head and looked at the young man inside the cage.When he spoke it wasn't angry, it was more strange.

"Kid," he asked, "who are you?"

His back blocked Yale Liga's sight, preventing her from seeing the expression of the young man in prison.She had to lean her body against the wall as much as possible, and look over Villars arm to observe the situation.

The boy in red had a cold face and did not answer Villar's question.His expression didn't look like he was afraid, but he didn't bother to tell the other party his name.Villar waited for a while, probably feeling that his behavior was funny.He chuckled lightly.That kind of laughter was familiar to Allerica in the past, often when Villar mentioned someone he hated.

"You have no idea who I am, kid," he said. "Who locked you in here? Tan Ma? Lady Withered Leaf?"

He told Kumao to call a jailer in.After a while, Satie came, and he appeared in front of Yale Liga with a respectful but mischievous smile, stepping on small steps.

"My lord." He bowed slightly and said, "What's your order?"

"Who is this kid?"

"We don't know his name. Just yesterday, Lord Manrostila sent him in. He told us not to touch him, and said nothing else."

Sati smiled softly and pleasingly, but there was a malicious light in his eyes.Galileo thought about it and understood: Dufu burned his hand yesterday, it is impossible for Satie to be unaware of it, but he deliberately didn't mention it to Villars.It is said that Sati is the favorite of Mrs. Withered Leaf. Yale Liga does not know the truth of this rumor, but according to the attitude of the goat towards Villar, she feels that this is indeed very possible.

Villar raised his head slightly.After hearing the name of the Aconitum, he stopped talking and just thought quietly.The young man standing in the prison also seemed to have lost interest in him, and walked towards the depths of the cell on his own, and sat cross-legged facing the wall, leaving a short but quite haughty back to outsiders.

That attitude made Villars laugh again, half annoyed by the impertinence, half genuinely funny.He didn't order the black knights to take the young man in red out of the prison and hang him with a silver chain to the abyss outside the prison, nor did he ask Sati to bring the torture tools for skinning or armor removal from the cell below.It seems that he has more respect for Aconitum than his own dignity.

"I'll ask Delevingne myself." He said to Satie indifferently, "Since he told you so, then you should take care of this kid and don't do anything mean and boring."

"Okay, my lord."

Villar just went away.Because the young man in red interrupted his elegant mood, he left at least an hour earlier than usual, which made Yale Liga very satisfied.She was somewhat grateful for the eccentric and daring kid, but at the same time it was clear he wouldn't live much longer.

Sati stood in the middle of the two cells, looked left and right thoughtfully, and finally he turned to Yale Liga and said, "Hey, beauty, what happened to your ex-lover? Why ask about a little devil?" ?”

Yareriga stretched her waist, turned her back to him and fell asleep.It wasn't until Satie disappeared that she moved her body slightly and quietly observed the prisoner opposite without touching the chain on the horn.

She really didn't have many choices, and she had seen everything in this square inch countless times.She could escape into the maze of her own mind, but it wasn't without risk.In contrast, the appearance of the new prisoner was fresh and striking, which she took as a temporary diversion.

The boy in red didn't move.This has been the case for most of his time in prison, making it difficult to tell whether he is awake or asleep.Until the evening, Du Fu brought water to the two of them, and Yareriga didn't see even the slightest tremor from his back.

The daily ration is usually raw meat and fishy water filled with internal organs.Since yesterday, the boy in red hasn't touched his share at all, and Yareriga doesn't know whether he is trying to endure by himself, or if he doesn't need dirty food like an elf who drinks flower dew.She ate her share with the same tenacity she always had before curling up on the cold floor and falling asleep.

She escaped from the cage in her dream, and she is still wandering in the long and endless wilderness.Some places are hospitable and will give her generous hospitality and love, while others hate her appearance and try to drive her away with stones and iron forks.She didn't really care about their attitudes, because there were too many similar things recorded in that vast maze, and they were just fleeting specks of dust.

The white grass that grew as long as the human face was constantly parting before her eyes, like some nameless wild land she had walked in the past, slowly withering in the cold autumn frost.She heard a bird chirping slightly sadly, following her all the way.Ten steps, fifty steps, one hundred steps.She suddenly realized that the cry was not part of the dream.

Yareriga opened her eyes and turned to look at the cell door.The room was dark and cold, and the ghostly mountain wind squeezed through the small window and raged along the corridor in the middle of the cell.All this told Yarérica that it was still late at night, but that a bird was lowly singing.

She followed the reputation.With the moonlight as light as mist, she found that the young man in red was sitting on the edge of the prison, with his face pressed against the railing engraved with spells.Standing outside the prison less than a palm away from him was a gray tit, looking up at him.

It didn't look like a special species, but when the boy in red stretched out his finger at it, the chickadee spread its wings, jumped up lightly, and then jumped onto the boy's left shoulder.It flapped its wings and just lay down on the top of the boy's shoulder socket.

Allerica wasn't sure if she was mistaken.She felt that she could hear some kind of sympathy from its chirping, as if it was grieving for the boy's situation-not only the hardship of being in prison, but also the boy's crippled left arm.The chickadee flicked there with its feather tip from time to time, as if confirming that there was really nothing under the red sleeve.

The boy grabbed the raw meat thrown on the side, pinched a very small piece and fed it.The tits were pecking at each other, and from time to time they rubbed affectionately on the boy's face.It ate for half an hour before flying out of the skylight with the snap of the fingers urged by the young man.

Allerica had a panoramic view of the whole process, and felt as if she had had a strange dream.She watched silently in the dark until she fell asleep unconsciously.When she woke up from the cold the next morning, everything she saw last night had become difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But soon she knew what was true.

The young man in red sat cross-legged in the center of the prison.He no longer closed his eyes and fell asleep like he did two days ago, but chewed something as if no one else was there.Yareriga found the slightly moved piece of raw flesh on the edge of his cell, and on the boy's lap lay a bunch of fresh berries, soaked in dew.

It didn't take long for the aconitum to come.Probably because of what happened to Villar yesterday, he came to check on the status of his prisoner.When he walked to the prison door, the young man in red spit out a tooth-sized fruit core and hit him on the old cheek.

"Who fed him?" Aconitum asked the jailers loudly.No one dared to answer, and Du Fu's legs began to tremble.

The boy puffed his cheeks and looked at everyone outside the prison with contempt.He picked a wild fruit and continued to throw it at the Aconitum, forcing the old witch doctor to dodge.

"Get him out," ordered the Aconitum.

The boy in red sneered at him, then picked up another wild fruit.When the Aconitum was about to retreat again, he waved his hand at Du Fu.

"Sigh," he said blankly, "come to eat."

(End of this chapter)