MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 17
An Xu grabbed the rabbit's leg and began to bite it. The rabbit legs are roasted until the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the sweetness of honey is overflowing. The taste is a bit like salt and pepper, but it is delicious! very delicious! Oh my god, don't say it's in this dream of clear soup and little water, even in reality, a guy like An Xu who thinks he can't die from eating, and has never mastered the heat of barbecue has never experienced such a delicious barbecue. While chewing, she recalled Chris's steps, how to brush the sauce, how to wipe the skin with leaves, oh oh, thinking of it like this, yesterday's rabbit meat didn't have any smell, was it because it was wiped with that kind of leaves? I have to ask about the recipe, is Chris just my culinary subconscious?
An Xu's mind was wide open, because he was busy catching food and didn't hold down his robe with his hands, so the door was also wide open. Only then did Chris think of another purpose, and hurriedly said, "Take it off, and I'll mend it for you."
An Xu said thank you inarticulately, put the rabbit leg in his mouth, and freed both hands for Chris to take off his robe and put on a coat for her. She balled up her paws and hid her greasy fingers in her fist to keep the oil from getting on her clothes. This obedient child's action made Chris couldn't help laughing.
He buttoned the girl's coat so it wouldn't slip off. Even though the top button was buttoned, the coat hung loosely on the shoulders, unable to fall off, revealing a large portion of the shoulders. After several unsuccessful adjustments, Chris had to take out the badge of the patrol team and pin the neckline.
An Xu allowed him to adjust, and he was unmoved. She had already eaten a leg in such a short amount of effort. The most ferocious hunger passed for a while, and she gnawed at the shredded meat on the leg bone with relish, and asked Chris if he wanted some too—this was not a fake way of saying it, hiding the meaning of "If you don't want me, I'll eat it all?" Subtext. Chris shook his head and said he had already eaten. Ah, what an angel!
She watched the angel take out a small bag from his bosom, took out a needle and thread from it, aimed at the torn robe, and quickly sewed it up. Chris has a pair of hands holding a sword, but there is no obstacle in fiddling with the needle and thread. The concentration of threading the needle is no different from that of practicing sword. An Xu watched as he licked the end of the thread, pulled the fabric with his fingers, and finally bit the thread with his teeth. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. When he solved the biggest crack and paused to repair the small hole in the robe, An Xu had just finished eating the second leg.
"You are amazing!" she said with great respect.
"It's nothing, Miss Sullivan." Chris shook his robe and checked the stitches against the light. "There are often wear and tear during training. It's faster to do it yourself than to find someone to mend it every day."
"Call me Ann! Can I call you Chris? Are you a knight?"
Although she was far from full after eating on both legs, she was interested in eating and chatting with her face. The underlying needs are met, and An Xu's brain has successfully evolved from a survival-first wild animal model to a philosophy of life that can talk about poetry and songs (forget this).
"How can I be a knight?" Chris smiled wryly, "Knights are only selected from knight attendants, and currently all places that can provide knight attendant education only accept noble alphas. I am a ranger."
Ranger? Isn't that just Ranger? An Xu's eyes lit up. When she chose a career in the game, she chose mage first and ranger second. This was the first time she dreamed of a living ranger. She looked Chris up and down, from his blond hair to his professionally tied leggings, and thought he must be handsome with a bow and arrow flying a monster kite.
But Chris looks like he wants to be a knight? Knights are also very good. Although Anxu has never practiced knights, he likes to team up with knights the most. It is very reassuring to have a paladin who can T and milk beside him with crispy skin and high attack long-range DPS. Let alone handsome, the equipment and skills of canned people It's a pleasure to look at. Was it because Chris was born a commoner that he couldn't become a knight? It is also miserable to encounter a place that does not rely on ability and relies on parents. She looked at Chris sympathetically, and comforted: "It's their loss to define people by their origins, it's okay, Ranger is also very handsome!"
"Ranger?"
"The Ranger?"
"Wait a minute, ranger is the official name of the members of the Abery Patrol. In Abery City, it was also known as Fort Sullivan. When it was the southernmost line of defense in Amenan, it got its name because it patrolled the forest outside the city..." Chris looked at the Sullivans' only daughter suspiciously, surprised at how little she knew about it. Suddenly, his heart moved, and a strange idea popped up in his mind.
"Don't you like being called 'Miss Sullivan'?" he asked, trying again to put his mental tentacles into the other's head.
"That's right, that's not my name." An Xu replied.
She said the same thing to teacher Nancy, Anna. Sullivan was not her real name. It's fine for passers-by to call her casually, like Nancy and Chris... Well, her favorite dream character, she doesn't want to hear them call her by someone else's name.
"Aren't you Anna Sullivan?"
"The character setting is probably called this name." An Xu said indifferently, "When I opened my eyes, everyone called me that, and they called me that if they liked. My own name is An."
truth.
She is not Anna. sullivan.
In other words, she didn't think she was Anna. sullivan.
The eldest daughter of the Sullivan family has the family's signature light blond hair and eyes, and is the only remaining heir of the family. Although she is in poor health and rarely goes out, it's not like she never shows up. Miss Anna attends weekly mass and is seen by many people, including many members of the police force. Even if they were both wrong, how could the priest and bishop who baptized her a second time be wrong at the same time? The images of that night were burned into Chris's head, and he dared to swear on his life that the strange suspect he met that night was now in front of him.
Eliminate all impossibilities, leaving only one incredible possibility: There are two souls in this body.
When Chris was young, the villagers reported a strange incident. A widowed Omega was possessed by a demon, and his temperament changed drastically from time to time, and he couldn't remember the people he knew before. At that time, Chris's father, the local baron, was on the defense line of Thebes, and Chris' mother stopped them from burning the omega, saying, "It's not the devil, it's her own broken and separated soul. She's just sick. "
He went to that village and brought back the legendary omega possessed by demons. Until he left the territory and disappeared, that omega was his most loyal servant. Chris has been with this person who was almost burned to death. She looks almost the same as ordinary people, but sometimes she may suddenly stop, can't remember what she was saying in the last second, and her words and deeds are different from before, as if there are two completely different people. Different souls alternate the power to use the body.
A flash of spiritual light flashed through his mind, splitting the night like a bolt of lightning. Chris suddenly remembered their conversation that night. When he asked if the other party had attacked Simon, the girl said: That's right.
Not "yes" or "no", but "sort of". This unnecessary ambiguity is exactly the same as the current saying that "the character setting is [probably] called this name". Thinking about it this way, when the girl answered "I'm really good", did she mean herself by "I"? Is this an acknowledgment, or simply lamenting what you have seen?
Was it Ann or Anna that he saw that night. Sullivan? Who is the one that caused the tragedy?
Chris was confused by the terrifying amount of information, and couldn't help but increase his exploration efforts. He tried hard to push from the surface to the deeper layer, trying to get in touch with those parts that were in charge of memory. That's barely enough for his feeble second ability, but Chris has succeeded a few times in the past. His spirit stretched over cautiously, unexpectedly, there was no hindrance. Behind the most direct thinking on the surface, there should have been a chaotic maze full of memories, but in Ann's mind...he bumped into a bottomless sea.
Chris only felt a sharp pain explode in his head, and his mental tentacles retracted like an electric shock. He covered his head with a muffled grunt, his eyes were pitch black, and it took him a few seconds to recover from the backlash from the excessive use of abilities.
"Chris? What's wrong with you?"
He found himself squatting on the ground, and the girl who called herself Ann grabbed his arm tightly, holding him with difficulty, preventing him from falling to the ground. Chris doesn't have the energy to probe the other person's heart, but if that worried and anxious look is fake, her acting skills are too terrible.
"I might be a little uncomfortable." He lied dryly. Ann helped him lean against the tree next to him, watching him nervously, Chris forced a smile.
"Can I help you?" Ann asked. After getting the answer of "just rest for a while", she hurriedly changed the coat from the robe and put the coat back on Chris. "You should wear more!" she said ruefully. "You must have a cold, and maybe a fever."
After she finished speaking, she reached out to touch Chris's forehead, but she withdrew her hand with an "ah" before touching it. During the turmoil just now, she obviously forgot that her hands were greasy and her robe and Chris's coat were damaged. Chris glanced at the ground and saw that the half-eaten piece of meat was thrown on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel a touch—but anyone who has seen An's hungry tiger pounce on and protect the food, you must feel that you can make her loosen the meat. move.
The more so, the more Chris apologized for his impure motives. Young Chris. For the first time, Field realized the childishness of his sense of mission. How arrogant it is to convict someone in the name of justice out of one-sided cognition! But when he realized this, his determination to seek the truth became stronger.
He will continue to deceive this girl who trusted him until he finds out the truth, Chris thought apologetically, the ultimate goal will not change, and the only thing he can do is to try to make up for it elsewhere.
