Chapter 34 He finally killed himself by drowning
It’s my first time being a bird, so it’s a bit novel.
When Darien changed, he only wanted to be a bird that could fit into a bird's nest, and he didn't know what kind of bird he had become.
He tried to stretch out his wings and touch himself.
When the wings are spread out, they are a bit long, with white fluff on the inside and light brown on the outside with some white spots.
He scratched his head with the tips of his wings.
I couldn't tell what kind of bird it was, I could only tell that its head was very round and its beak was not very long.
Looking down again, I saw that its belly was also light brown and round, so big that I could bury my head in it.
The claws were thick and yellow. He tried to stretch them out and ran a few steps on the ground.
He runs unsteadily, like a free-running chicken.
What kind of bird is this?
Darien was lifted up by a pair of hands, which were bold enough to ruffle the small patch of fur on the top of his head.
Sewell smiled slightly, "Dear master, you are now a very cute little owl."
Darien fanned him in the face with his wing.
A moment later, Sewell covered his face and sent him to the nest.
Darien squatted into the newly made bird's nest. He felt the softness under his feet, which was very comfortable. The smell was also very fresh, like the scent of leaves.
This nest is airtight, so you don't have to worry about being blown out of the nest by the wind while you sleep at night.
This nest is nice, he likes it very much.
Darien tried to squat down and curl himself into a ball. How do birds sleep?
The leaves at the entrance of the nest rustled twice, and a large black crow squeezed in.
The nest, which was originally large and spacious, was immediately squeezed into a much smaller size.
Mr. Crow spread his wings and covered Mr. Wizard.
It was warm under his wings. Darien yawned slowly and fell asleep in the soft pile of feathers.
Sewell didn't go to bed that early.
He maintained the same action until Darien fell into a deep sleep.
No goodnight kiss tonight, but some feather grooming.
He began to use his beak to comb the owl's feathers, bit by bit, piece by piece.
An already neat little owl was combed into an even neater little owl.
The next morning, Darien was awakened by the sound of birds.
There is more than one nest in this tree, there are also some other neighbors.
He was the only one in the nest and didn't know where Seville had gone.
Darien poked his head out a little from the gaps between the leaves and saw his bird neighbors, a nest of newly downy gray birds chirping with their mouths wide open in the nest.
No matter what breed, children are all equally annoying.
Darien had no expression on his face and went back to his den, hoping out of sight, out of mind.
A little later, Sewell returned with breakfast: hot baked potatoes and baked eggs.
The potatoes and eggs were probably bought in the village. They were still steaming but no longer hot.
Sewell wanted to pick him up like he did last night, but Darien dodged his hands and jumped down with great dignity.
When it falls to the ground, it returns to its original shape.
Take another sip of the Transfiguration Potion before going to bed tonight and you can turn back into a bird.
Start eating breakfast.
Due to limited conditions, the breakfast I brought back did not have any additional seasonings. It tasted like the ingredients themselves, except that the charcoal fire gave them more aroma.
Darien peeled the potato skin, his fingers stained with black potato ash. After peeling off the skin, the soft and sticky yellow potato core was revealed.
Just make do with it.
The taste of the baked potatoes is not very special, just the ordinary sticky texture of potato flour and the sweetness of potatoes.
When he had almost finished eating, Sevier peeled the eggs for him. Darien took a look at the black ash on his fingers and simply put his mouth close to them.
He finished the baked egg in a few bites from Seville's hand.
Well, not tasty, and except for omelets or as part of other dishes, poaching or baking eggs is heresy.
Darien wiped his hands with a handful of leaves and walked towards the village.
Redmond hasn't gotten up yet.
The tavern was filled with the fermenting smell of leftover wine and food. The owner and his wife were not there, and only Melissa was cleaning up the mess from last night.
"Have you seen our friend, the man with the scar on his face?" Darien asked.
"Yes... He gave me some money yesterday and said he would rent some of our things. He said he was a mercenary, and he..." Melissa stopped wiping the table, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong? Did he do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?" Darien saw her hesitation.
"No, he's just a little too nice. You guys too. Yesterday the boss lady gave me a silver coin, and you all gave me a lot of money." Melissa was a little uneasy.
She hadn't provided any help or special services to them, and the money wasn't what she deserved, and she felt uneasy accepting it.
Darien was thinking, oh my god, there are middlemen making a profit from the price difference.
They didn't see Melissa when they were talking yesterday, so they asked the proprietress to pass on two silver coins on their behalf. By the time Melissa got it, only one was left.
Although the proprietress was quite considerate to Melissa, she still did not miss out on any small advantages she could have taken advantage of.
He didn't intend to tell Melissa to avoid creating a rift between them.
"Please accept it with confidence. We are just passing by here. If we see people in need, we will lend a helping hand." Darien said this even he himself did not believe it.
"Thank you. There's nothing I can do for you. I won't charge you for borrowing my husband's hunting equipment again," said Melissa.
Nothing special happened in the next few days. Redmond's movements mainly revolved around the tavern, Little Redmond's house and the woods near the village. The traps set in the woods actually caught pheasants and rabbits.
Redmond invited Darien and Sewell to have dinner at Melissa's house, but Darien didn't go.
Knowing that Redmond would kill him with his own hands, the meal became a little hard to swallow.
It’s better to stay away from them.
Melissa didn't know about this, and just regarded Redmond as an overly kind-hearted man. She even hesitated a little bit about whether to consider him as her next husband.
To be honest, there is very little inexplicable kindness in this world. She felt that Redmond had ulterior motives towards her, so she could better accept Redmond's kindness.
Little Redmond likes Redmond very much.
Because Redmond gave him meat, he also felt very proud. Those dirty kids who usually wrestled with him admired Redmond very much and would share some of their admiration with him.
He had the privilege of being here in Redmond, where he could touch his sword and show it off to the kids.
There are no swordsmen in this small village. Everyone is a farmer and a small vendor. Occasionally there are mercenaries staying in the tavern. They are all very fierce and do not allow weapons to be touched.
Little Redmond was immediately praised by the group of children.
Darien lived the regular life of a birdman here, being a human during the day and a bird at night, and basically having three meals a day in the wild.
Very close to nature.
If he stayed here any longer, he felt like he was going to turn into a bird.
Redmond seemed to have changed his mind again, intending to spend the rest of his life here. Darien could hardly tell that he still had the intention to kill him.
In fact, Redmond did not change his mind.
One morning a few days later, when Darien stepped into the tavern again, Redmond was not sleeping soundly in the upstairs room as usual.
"Good morning, you got up early today." said Darien.
"It's time to end it." Redmond shrugged.
"You still haven't changed your decision." Darien sighed.
He didn't think Redmond could succeed because fate is hard to change.
If the five-year-old Redmond died, then the sixty-eight-year-old Redmond should not appear before him.
Killing your former self is a paradox.
"Melissa, give me a glass of whiskey." Redmond did not answer, but asked Melissa for a glass of wine.
"Are you leaving?" Melissa noticed that the atmosphere was not right and asked cautiously.
"You could say I'll leave after I finish this last thing." Redmond laughed.
For some reason, seeing that smile made Melissa's heart beat fast and uncomfortably.
I hope nothing will happen, she consoled herself.
"By the way, Melissa, where is little Redmond? I want to say goodbye to him before I leave." Redmond finished the glass of whiskey and put the money on the counter.
"He should be playing by the well." Melissa said after thinking for a moment.
Redmond walked out of the tavern and went to find Little Redmond.
Darien and Sevier followed not far behind him.
They are about to witness a long-planned crime.
I don’t know what Redmond will choose to do, but I hope it won’t cause widespread unrest.
Redmond quickly found little Redmond, called him out from the group of children, took him aside, and found an excuse to take him out of the village.
After spending these days together, they became familiar with each other. No one thought Redmond would do anything to a dirty child, so they let them walk out of the village together.
Darien and Sevier followed not far behind.
"Do you think he can really succeed?" Darien asked Sevier.
"If we go by the results, he can't," Sewell replied.
"So I didn't write this in the contract, but instead used a slightly more compromise method to reduce my losses," said Darian.
They were now some distance away from Redmond and Little Redmond, and they could not hear the conversation clearly.
"Where are we going?" asked little Redmond.
"Let's go to the river. Pheasants and rabbits are not often there. I want to try catching fish. Can you swim?" Redmond said.
"No, we're not allowed near the river, only the older kids are. Can I really go?" said little Redmond.
"It's okay, I'll be watching you." Redmond said.
They soon came to a river where people occasionally came to fish. Village women rarely came here to wash clothes, and the village well had enough water.
It's a good place where you won't be disturbed.
Darien drank the potion not far away.
With a bang, he turned into an owl.
He flapped his wings and flew over, landing on a tree near the river.
Sewell followed him a moment later and squatted with him in the dense branches and leaves, looking down.
Redmond did not make any opening remarks or narration. After arriving at the river, he directly picked up little Redmond, put him into the water and pressed him down.
Little Redmond's entire body was pressed into the water, and his limbs kept flapping, but he was unable to break free from the force of an adult.
Redmond just remained silent, pressing little Redmond's head under the water until his movements became weaker and weaker, until the struggle of his hands completely stopped.
Little Redmond didn't move.
Redmond pulled him out of the water again and checked his breath, but it was completely gone.
Life quickly drained from the child's body. His skin turned as white as a water ghost and he looked like a lifeless corpse.
There was no change in the expression on Redmond's face, as if he had just killed a bug instead of drowning a child.
"What did you do! What did you do to my child!" Melissa had no idea when she came out. Her headscarf was completely loose, and her curly brown hair was messy and hitting her cheeks.
Redmond's expression finally changed.
It was like a stone statue cracking layer by layer, revealing the corpse inside that had recently died.
He stiffened his face, making a mixture of laughter and tears, and said, "I killed him. I finally killed him."
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