He felt like he had a long dream, but he couldn't remember what it was. He only remembered that someone was giggling beside his ears. He also felt that someone was touching his face.
When he woke up, it was also because the laughter was too loud, and a restless hand was forcefully waking him up from his dream.
Angor opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes looking at him.
It was a look of infatuation and amazement. He was confused for a second when he woke up, but he soon noticed the restless hands moving away from his eyelids and began to stroke his hair.
"Such beautiful blond hair. It's like the finest silk, so smooth and smooth," the person murmured while stroking Angor's hair.
"Get your hands off my hair." Angor's voice was hoarse when he spoke.
"Look at those beautiful eyes. It's like a clear sky after a rain, or like a blue sea that's sparkling under the sunlight. "
Angor reached out a hand and pushed the person away from his bed.
He pushed the person away, but when he tried, he felt a tearing pain in his chest.
Under the pain, his eyes slowly regained their clarity. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly raised his head: "Shadow, what did you do?"
The 'person by the bed' that was pushed away was none other than An Ying. He was still using an aria to praise what he saw. "Such a perfect blonde hair and blue eyes, if only you were my trophy … No, if it's you, then you should be the best piece of art. I'll keep you at the bottom of my treasure chest and keep you well."
Angor tried his best to resist the tearing pain and sat up on his bed. He looked around and found that this was a very simple bedroom. Other than the bed and the cabinet, there was no other furniture. There was also a bow hanging on the wall opposite him.
This place looked familiar.
Angor remembered that when he brought Dodoro out of the forest, he "bought" some clothes from a ranger's cabin. Back then, Angor checked the room of the ranger's house, and he saw the same decorations.
"Is this the woodkeeper's cabin?"
He tried to recall what happened before he fainted. A door was opened on his chest, and three small figures came out of it. Then he fell unconscious?
"You know when the door will open, don't you?" asked Angor as he looked at Shadow, who was still talking.
Shadow was still talking about "spoils", "works of art", and "treasures" when he heard Angor's question, which surprised him a little. He put away his exaggerated expression and smiled faintly. "So what if I know? I warned you to leave. "
"I took the initiative to sit in that seat, and you reminded me many times to leave. It may seem unintentional, but it's all your doing, isn't it? "
"That's not necessarily true. If I deliberately wanted to harm you, the contract wouldn't let me go," Shadow said.
"That's right. I remember when the door opened, you seemed to be smiling. Looks like you really did bypass the contract, but why did you save me? " Angor recalled Shadow's sneaky smile before he fainted. That was when he realized that Shadow was behind all this. But he was successful. Angor was the one who made the choice, so the contract did not affect Shadow's life.
But why would Shadow save him when his chest was open and he was going to die for sure?
"Because your hair is blond and eyes are beautiful. If I don't save you, maybe my professor will scold me?" Shadow's expression was sincere.
Angor did not believe this nonsense. He thought about the contract and asked, "Did you leave me in the lurch because you had to save me?"
Shadow was surprised. "You're smart."
Angor shook his head and laughed self-mockingly. "If I'm smart, I won't be fooled by you."
With that, he tried to get off the bed with his injured chest.
"I healed your wounds with Heal, but your ribs are not fully stabilized yet. Don't move. If your ribs break again, I'll have to open your chest again."
Angor stopped what he was doing. "How long will it take?"
"About one or two years," Shadow answered casually.
"That's not funny." Angor placed his hand on his chest. There were no longer any scars on his skin, but he still felt pain when he pressed it. As far as he knew, it would take him at least three months to recover from a serious injury.
"Alright, if you want to recuperate slowly, two months is about right. If you keep using Heal on yourself, it'll take you about a week. "
Heal? Angor calculated the time. He was already at the final stage of his research. If he kept going, he would succeed in two or three days. At this rate, he would have to stay in Water Grasse for at least another ten days.
He did not want to stay here for the next ten days. Living with someone who wanted to harm him was a suicidal thing to do. But he did not want Shadow to send him back either. Who knew what Shadow would do on his way back?
He decided to stay here and learn Heal first before leaving on his own.
"How long was I out? Where's Toby? "
"Less than two days." Shadow hesitated. "What's Toby? That damn bird of yours? "
Shadow pointed at the pillow. "That's right. When you fainted that day, that thing attacked me like crazy. It even broke my arm. In such a difficult situation, I worked so hard to save you. Shouldn't you give me some compensation? "
He turned around and saw Toby lying unconscious on the side of the pillow.
"I didn't do anything to it. It fainted on its own. I checked. There are no external or internal injuries. But strange. It's been two days. You're awake, but the damn bird is still asleep. "Shadow quickly explained when he saw Angor looking at him.
Angor put his hand on Toby's body. Toby's warm body and strong heartbeat told him everything was fine.
"I'm not lying, right? Let's talk about the compensation."
"Compensation? Heh. What do you want? "
Shadow didn't seem to understand Angor's sarcasm. He moved closer to Angor with a grin. "How about you give yourself to me?"
"I mean, you can give me your shadow. I want to keep you as a treasure. You're not a mortal anyway, so losing your shadow won't hurt you. "
"Do you think that's possible?" Angor considered. "You let a Krakok steal someone's shadow just to keep it as a treasure?"
Seeing that there was no hope of collecting them, Shadow said listlessly, "Yes, these are all my great collections. I'm going to set up an exhibition of blond shadows in Floating Mech City. "
"They're all black. I don't see any blond hair or blue eyes."
"Just turn them into puppets," Shadow said. A Krakok jumped in through the window and landed on Shadow's palm. "Hehehehe …" Shadow chuckled as he said that.
Then, Krakok handed a gray bag to Shadow.
The pouch was still wriggling.
"Another shadow?"
"Yup," Shadow said casually.
"Never interfere with mortals' lives. That's the first lesson I learned in the wizarding world." Angor glanced at the pouch.
"You're asking for mercy?"
"I'm just reminding you to keep a low profile."
"You don't have to worry about me. If you really want to get involved, just give me your shadow, and I'll return everyone's shadows. What do you say?"
Angor gestured for Shadow to leave. Angor was sympathetic to mortals, but he wasn't going to sacrifice himself for their freedom. He wouldn't accept any moral coercion.
When Shadow left, Angor put a hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat.
He was still alive.
As long as he was still alive.
Angor had never felt so lucky before. When the door opened inside his body, he thought he was going to die. At that moment, he hated An Ying, but he hated himself even more.
He resented himself for signing the contract. Why didn't he kill Shadow earlier? Resented himself for being too stupid. Resented himself for not understanding Shadow's seemingly intentional hint. Resented himself for being too arrogant. Resented himself for ignoring the preciousness of life again and again.
Thank goodness he was still alive. He still had a chance to change his ways.
Never overestimate your own ability, and never underestimate your opponent's bottom line. Even if he was being watched by the will of the world, his small actions still couldn't be seen in public. However, the undercurrents could still overturn a giant ship.
Shadow didn't show up again in the next two days. Angor used his spirit feelers to scan the area and found that Shadow didn't stay in the ranger's house. Instead, he left two puppets, one of which was Magician.
Angor didn't mind the puppets. Instead, he began to practice Heal.
Two days later, he successfully cast Heal on his chest. He used it on his chest. The pale green light penetrated his skin and seeped into his broken ribs.
Using his spirit feelers, he saw the wounds on his ribs slowly healing. Although it was very slow, the results could be seen.
Now that Heal was working, Angor began to plan to leave. However, he had to make sure his broken bones could support him on his way back to Water Grasse.
According to Angor's estimation, his broken bones should be mostly healed in one day. As long as he didn't touch the wounds, he should be able to make it back to Water Grasse.
After lying in bed for three days, Angor finally got out of his bed.
When he put on his clothes, he noticed that his undershirt and windbreaker were already in tatters. There was a huge hole on his chest that couldn't be repaired.
The windbreaker, which cost several thousand magic crystals, was ruined in such a way in less than half a year after he got it.
"What a waste of a level-1 defensive cantrip." Angor shook his head and put the windbreaker into his bracelet. He would study it when he had time to see if he could fix it. There was no permanent cantrip, but the fabric was still valuable.
Next, he picked up a new set of loose clothes.
Without the windbreaker, the hat also looked strange. Angor put the hat away and left the room.
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