Gadros had not seen Flail Awn for a long time.
At first, he only noticed that her ranking was dropping rapidly for no reason, and at night, he received news that she had something urgent to attend to.
According to Rede, someone last saw Flail Awn in the Medical District four days ago, and someone else said that they saw Flail Awn secretly meeting with a masked man. However, the most credible rumor was that Flail Awn went missing after meeting with a black-haired girl.
The black-haired girl did not need to think too much, and Gadros could guess that she was the friend that Flail Awn often mentioned.
He tried to find the black-haired girl, but she seemed to be able to predict his movements in advance, and always just happened to brush past him. In the end, she even completely hid her whereabouts and never appeared again.
Gadros did not want to admit that the irritability in his body had become more and more intense with the passage of time, so much so that he had to spend extra energy to suppress the restlessness that surged in his blood from time to time.
Flail Awn could not be found.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not find her.
Where did she go?
Why did her points suddenly drop?
What was she doing in the Medical District?
Was she hurt?
Was she attacked?
With her strength, what kind of person could possibly hurt her?
Rede and Montezuma could not wait to flip the entire Bumpy Planet upside down. Where did Flail Awn hide? Not even a shadow could be seen after so many days!
Rede analyzed Flail Awn from reading countless romance novels. He was afraid that Flail Awn might have abandoned their Lord Gadros, and was almost kicked into the Giantfang Swamp by Gadros to feed the beasts.
Montezuma calmly slapped him, and instantly woke him up. Then he immediately said firmly that such a possibility absolutely did not exist. Their Lord Gadros was the best in the world, and there was only the possibility of him abandoning her, and it absolutely could not —
Before he could finish, he was kicked off the cliff by Gadros.
Montezuma observed a minute's silence for him.
On the second day after Flail Awn went missing, Gadros saw Freya in the Convex Hall. At that time, a new kid came out of nowhere and made a scene. At that time, he only thought that Flail Awn was dealing with other things and did not care about anything else. He even fought with Grey without any scruples.
If he had known that he would not be able to contact Flail Awn for the next few days, he would have asked Freya about the situation.
But he couldn't find her now, let alone Flail Awn.
Montezuma went out to look for information.
Gadros's mood was very gloomy. He did not know how many times he had raised his hand to look at the message history left by Flail Awn. It was still four days ago when she said that she would be back soon. However, the next day, she completely turned off the terminal and could no longer be contacted.
During those days when Flail Awn pestered Gadros, it was as if someone had suddenly opened the door to a chatterbox. She talked from morning to night without feeling tired, from the bright morning sun to the sparse stars. In the end, she even wanted to get closer to Gadros to study the black pentagram on his face.
At first, Gadros just pushed her hand away uncomfortably. When he turned and saw her still smiling face, he could not help but ask himself why he pushed her away. Wasn't it just to look?
That was what he thought, but the next time, he still pushed her away reflexively.
The last time she wanted to look at the stars, he finally resisted the urge to not let others get close to him and let her come closer.
In the end, she was surprised and asked him sincerely if he was sick. He was so angry that he shook her hand and walked away. She laughed lightly behind him but did not hold on to the stars.
Thinking of this, Gadros lowered his eyelids and paused. He raised his hand and tentatively rubbed the black star under his eyes with his index finger.
It was a thin sticker. The edge was cold and stiff at five angles. There was no trace of it being raised.
Gadros leaned against the wall. The golden hair slid down his clean fingertips. He stopped and hesitantly rubbed the star with his index finger again. His round fingernails unknowingly clasped a corner of the star.
If Flail Awn wanted to see it, he would let her see it.
"Oh — isn't this Gadros?"
Suddenly, a strange man's voice came from the side. Gadros's bright golden pupils moved and glanced at the source of the voice through the gaps of his hair.
It was the lucky visitor who had inexplicably appeared out of nowhere. The man was well-dressed and had his arms crossed. He was only a few steps away from Gadros.
Gadros retracted his gaze and snorted. He was just a sacrifice thrown here to die — a sacrifice?
He suddenly thought of something and stood up straight to face the man. The man was fearless because of his identity as a lucky visitor. The corners of his eyes were raised, and his face was yellow. It was obvious that he was not in good health.
Gadros asked expressionlessly, "Who sent you here?"
"Why should I tell you? Do you think you're the only one who can come to the Bump Competition? " The man said. "Also, our identities are different. When you see me, you have to call me uncle. Don't be too rude, Gad. Gadros."
Gadros was disgusted with him. He had been disgusted with him since they were in the Sacred Space. However, they barely met each other at that time, which saved him from being disgusted.
If it was any other time, Gadros could have killed him directly with his stick. What lucky visitor? If he died, he would be an unlucky visitor.
But now was not the time.
At least, he could not act rashly until he knew where Flail Awn was.
"Trash, what have you been doing for the past few days?"
The man obviously did not put him in his eyes. Gadros did not have much patience, and at this time, he did not need to suppress his nature. Daluo's Godly Staff immediately wrapped in layers of evil wind and fiercely rushed toward the man.
A shocked scream had not completely disappeared. Gadros instantly moved in front of him and grabbed him by the collar with one hand. His face was gloomy.
"I'll ask you again. What have you been doing? Where is Flail Awn? "
The man, who was already a little dizzy from the pain, reflexively said, "What Flail Awn?" After that, Gadros's eyes suddenly became cold and fierce. He forcefully threw him into the floor, and the cracks quickly spread like an exploding bottle.
"Are you playing dumb?" He laughed. "Do you think that one eye is not enough for your experiment, and you want to dig out the other one?!"
"What … Ah!!"
The man's scream was stuck in his throat.
Gadros fiercely grabbed his weak throat and rudely flipped him over. His fingers tightened, and his bright golden pupils were slightly red.
"How could I forget about you?" He muttered to himself. "I should have thought of you from the beginning. No, it should be all of you."
The man, who was being choked, gradually could not breathe. A layer of gray appeared in his eyes, and his fingers tightly grabbed Gadros' wrist.
Gadros slowly let go, allowing him to live for a while.
"Tell me, what kind of messy experiment did the trash who sent you here order you to do this time? Continue to use the voluntary contribution of the battle race to imitate the God of Genes? This time, you still have your eyes on Flail Awn, right? "
The man breathed heavily, and for a moment, he could not care about what he was saying. He only felt his ears buzzing, and his vision blurred. Gadros's slightly young face reflected in his eyes, like some kind of ominous catalytic signal.
"What do you think you are … cough cough … identity? Gadros? Actually, you, cough cough — "
The man coughed fiercely a few times, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth. He almost laughed to his ears, and his malice overflowed like bees out of their hive.
He did not seem to be afraid, or rather, he was not worried that Gadros would kill him. He opened his mouth and hoarsely tore open the last secret of the Sacred Space experiment.
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