"If she wants to go, let her go." After saying that, Ivar patted Venia on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the door, leaving Venia alone in a daze by the fire. ...... "Uh...mmmm..." The morning light shone through the window onto Perlis's sleepy eyes. Her long eyelashes moved uncomfortably and her red pupils half opened. Ah... Is it morning yet... Perlis turned over and slowly opened her eyes. The lingering feeling of dizziness still surrounded her, but her chest was no longer so stuffy, and the suffocating feeling that was strangling her throat had completely disappeared. What is happening now? Oh, by the way, Perlis remembered that she was almost killed by asthma, and then Pace... Ah!! Pace forced himself to drink something and knocked himself out!!
Perlis sat up in horror and touched her body. Could it be that Pace did something strange to her? ! After checking for a long time, she was sure that Pace had no bad intentions, so she sighed with relief. "Hulu...Hulu..." Only then did Perlis hear snoring coming from the other end of the room. She looked over and found Pace sitting in a chair, dozing off. This guy... actually stayed with me all night without going back to his room to sleep? Perlis looked at Pace warily, got out of bed, and the pain in the soles of her feet had been greatly relieved. It seemed that she had to thank Pace for the simple treatments he had done for her. Pearlis walked slowly to Pace. She didn't know what Pace had given her last night, and she had to ask clearly. "Snoring...Wow...Snoring..." Can he sleep so soundly while sitting? I have to wake him up and ask him... Or should we just kill him directly? This guy actually forced himself to drink an unknown liquid that had a strong sleeping effect. This is unforgivable... Perlis subconsciously picked up the butterfly knife, turned the blade, and wanted to put it against Pace's throat to interrogate him. But...I don't think I'm in any serious trouble? It seems that the strange liquid saved my life. Would it be unreasonable to hold a knife against someone like this? For some reason, Perlis always had a strange intuition in her heart. She always kept a distance from strangers and inexplicably thought that the young man in front of her was the kind of person who could "become a friend". So for some reason, Perlis couldn't be cruel to him... “Snoring…Snoring…” After hesitating for a while, Perlis sighed helplessly, put away the butterfly knife, and then approached Pace and patted him. "Hey, young master." “Hulu…Hulu…” Pace was sleeping soundly, and Perlis had a helpless expression. This guy, is this considered looking after a patient? "Young Master~" Pearlis drew out the tone and shook Pace.
"Hulu...Haaa...Hulu...eat meat..." What?? Eating meat?? Is this guy crazy? Perlis took two steps back, gathered her strength, and shouted at Pace: "The Investigator is here!!!" "What!? Run!" Pace instantly jumped up from his chair, looking around frantically for a long time. When he saw that there was only Perlis in front of him, he fell back into his chair in frustration. "This is not funny... little princess, it will scare someone to death..." Pace raised his head and found that Perlis was staring at him with a little vigilance. "What did you feed me last night?" "Ah? What?" Pace, who was awakened, seemed a little confused. "Don't you have anything to confess...?" "What do I have to confess?" "Ahhh, are you an idiot?" Perlis hit Pace's head hard, and the latter let out an "ouch". "What on earth did you give me to drink? Why did you make me pass out? Did you do something weird to me?" "Ouch... it hurts, it hurts..." Pace rubbed his head, "I didn't mean to knock you out..." "So what did you give me to drink?" Pearlis was so angry that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, as if she couldn't accept the fact that she was drugged. "That's..." Pess looked at Perlis who was crying because of him with some despair, "It's the medicinal wine for curing asthma!" "Eh?" Pearlis opened her mouth slightly in surprise and stood there motionless. "Medicinal wine for asthma?" "Yes!! Lianna used to need to drink frequently, so I always carry it with me," Pace defended himself a little aggrievedly, "How could I know that you would get drunk after drinking this little bit of alcohol?! Lianna was able to dance soberly after drinking it!" Sober...dancing...? Perlis took two steps back, her cheeks turning red. "what..." Oh no, this is a big embarrassment. Not only did this falsely accuse Pace, but it also exposed the fact that I can't drink alcohol... Thinking of how she pretended to take a few sips of beer to blend into the atmosphere in the pub in Lorton, Perlis suddenly felt very nervous. By the way..why is medicinal wine used to treat asthma? ? Does the Monarch family have a problem with alcohol? Don’t let everything be associated with alcohol!! What to do now...
Seeing that Perlis was blushing, Pess just sighed helplessly and gave her a way out: "I'll go back to my room and wash up first. Can you come downstairs and have breakfast with me later?" “Ah… um…” "Is your foot okay now? Can you get down by yourself?" "No... no problem." Perlis lowered her head, not daring to look at Pace, so Pace walked out. Alas... She is really defensive... After closing the door, Pace stood there for a long time with his back against the door. To get along well with this little white-haired boy... There is still a long way to go. ...... 4) The Frozen Land (Part 6) After Perlis calmed down, she went downstairs to the inn's small restaurant. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she saw Pace waving at her from a corner. When Perlis took a closer look, it seemed that there was another person sitting next to Pace? She was a kind-looking old lady. If Perlis remembered correctly, she should be the proprietress of this inn. She was sitting next to Pace at this moment, mumbling to herself, and looked a little trembling. Perlis felt a little strange. Why did the proprietress appear next to Pace? Could it be that she recognized me? Perlis was alert, and she walked to Pace's seat, keeping an eye on the boss's every move. However, Pace was not aware of her alertness at all, and instead patted the chair next to him generously, motioning Perlis to sit down. "You finally got up? My dear sister," Pace said enthusiastically, as if the misunderstanding in the room had never happened. "I thought you were going to stay in bed until noon today." As soon as Perlis sat down, she heard Pace say that she was his sister in front of outsiders again, and she immediately refuted: "I'm not..." Before Perlis could finish her words, Pace quickly stuffed the bread into her mouth. "Hmm..." "Okay, let's have breakfast first. We can discuss any conflicts later," Pace said calmly while winking at Perlis frantically, "You are not a good kid if you don't eat breakfast." This person is so annoying! "Your sister... is really pretty... is she your biological sister?" When Perlis turned around, she saw the proprietress looking at her carefully, and she couldn't help feeling a little flustered. "It's my biological child, auntie." Pace replied without blushing. Hey... Do you think others are stupid? How can we be like real siblings... Perlis looked at Pace's black hair and black eyes in silence. Not to mention the difference in looks, the appearance is completely different... The proprietress seemed to be aware of this problem, and asked with a little doubt: "Then what's with her... white hair and red eyes?"
"It's a genetic mutation." Hearing this, veins popped up on Perlis's forehead. This guy, he doesn't want to live anymore, right? She swallowed the bread in her mouth with great effort and said angrily: "Who are you saying is..." Before Perlis could finish her sentence, Pace grabbed another piece of bread and quickly stuffed it into her mouth. "Uh-huh!!" "Okay, okay, I'll feed you. You're such a clingy little girl. You still need your brother to feed you even though you're this old." "Mmmmm!! Mmmmm!" Polys puffed out her cheeks to vent her anger, but was unable to speak. "Eat slowly, eat slowly. Ah, your brother is chatting with your aunt," Pace comforted Pearlis while winking at her desperately, begging her to stop making trouble. "Gene mutation? That's really rare..." The proprietress looked at the angry Perlis thoughtfully, "I don't think she looks like a Thebit..." "Oh, Auntie, don't talk about my sister. She's shy," Pace quickly changed the subject. "Shall we continue to talk about your son?" "Oh!! Okay, okay!" When the proprietress mentioned her son, her eyes lit up and she started talking eloquently, completely forgetting to ask about Perlis's appearance: "As I just said, Tom has been strong since he was a child. He helps me chop wood and light the fire every day. He is a perfect Thebit man... strong and brave..." "That's great. When I was a kid, I rarely helped my mother with these tasks. She must be very envious of you." Pace praised the proprietress sincerely, and Perlis rolled her eyes at him. You grew up in a manor, and these jobs were done by servants... I have to say that Perlis really admires Pace's acting skills in chatting. He is really good at putting himself in the shoes of another person, and then adjusting his way of speaking and wording according to that person's perspective. In short, Perlis thought that Pace was not only a good salesman, but also a good liar. "..Yes, yes! I was really happy during that time! He did all the work in the inn, and I just had to sit at the counter and enjoy myself..." The proprietress's face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes always lit up whenever she read out her son's name. "Once... once it was really dangerous," the proprietress suddenly lowered her tone and pretended to be keeping someone in suspense, "a group of bandits sneaked in here... in broad daylight, they kicked open the door of the inn, rushed in with knives in hand and demanded money..." "Is it so terrible?" Pace pretended to be extremely shocked. "Is it scary? Yes...very scary..." The proprietress said this in a flattering manner, and Perlis felt that she had probably told this story to countless people. "The leader's knife was against my neck... I'm getting old, so I dare not fight back. I can only give them the money..." "Then it's time for your son to come on stage, right?" Pace nodded solemnly. "Yes, yes... young man, you are very smart..." The proprietress nodded to Pace approvingly, "Thom went to the backyard and put on his father's old giant force armor, and then he... one punch... two punches... and knocked those bastards down..." The proprietress's wrinkled face broke into a bright smile, as if she couldn't stop smiling just by recalling that moment.
"Later... people from the Legion came late. They were surprised to see how well Torm used the giant armor... so they invited him to join the Legion..." "So, your son is serving in the Legion now?" Looking at the proprietress' eyes that seemed to be shining with stars, Pace asked. "Yeah... I couldn't keep that kid... He told me a lot about how much he worshipped the Iron Lord... and how hateful the Federation people were..." The proprietress lowered her head slightly, and Perlis seemed to see her son's back reflected in her eyes on the day he left. "..and kept mumbling something like 'for unification'..."
