Chapter 123
Christon's face turned as red as a boiled tomato, but he didn't know what to do.
His mind went completely blank; at that moment, he had absolutely no idea what he could do to salvage the situation.
I'm faced with a crisis I don't know how to handle, and it's no longer enough to just be shy to tell me what I should do to calm myself down.
They dared not move at all. Although they were both wearing thick clothes, the feeling of them hugging each other was soft and warm, and there was a strange fragrance.
Although the thought made Chris a little embarrassed, he didn't want to let go. Instead, he wanted to hold on even tighter, because he could feel the warmth of being embraced with just a little force. It was so comfortable that he wanted to close his eyes and lie there a little longer.
What exactly happened? And where is this place?
Regardless, Spider-Man didn't want to think about it. He was an annoying creature, and maybe when he fully woke up, he would find that it was all a dream, and that he wasn't actually lying in a hotel, but slowly rotting away in some unknown place.
Maybe even what he was holding was fake, the little spider thought to himself, and slowly opened his eyes to look at that beautiful face.
It must be said that Deedris truly lives up to her reputation as a humanoid evolved to please humans. With her pretty face and fantastic figure, it's hard to imagine anyone not liking such a forthright girl. Carrying a large sword, she drank in the tavern, laughing as she recounted the strange and wonderful things she had experienced.
"That's wonderful!" Little Spider smiled, watching the guy open his eyes in his arms. When the beautiful, fiery red pupils lifted, their eyes met. In the daylight, in an unknown place, the two looked at each other, now embracing each other, lying on a bed.
Anyone passing by could hear the little spider's scream; he sprang from his bed as if electrocuted and crashed into the wall.
Dedeline watched as the little spider slid down the wall to the ground, yawned, sat up, and propped herself up with one hand, looking at the aggrieved little spider.
"Why do you look like I'm taking advantage of you?" Dedeline tilted her head, suddenly finding the somewhat panicked girl rather amusing. This child was clearly a powerful monster, but even in human form, he looked like someone easily bullied.
The child looked terrified, leaning against the wall like a girl who had been raped, with a tearful expression.
In contrast, Deedris seemed completely unconcerned, propping herself up, yawning, and casually grabbing a glass of water from the table next to her before gulping it down.
When the cup was put down, the little spider was seen kneeling on the ground, its body hunched over.
"I'm so sorry!" he almost shouted, as if he wanted to press himself completely to the ground. His sincerity was absolute.
"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't said anything yet!" Deedley waved her hand, then sat up herself. After watching the little spider for a few minutes, she found it amusing and leaned close to the little spider, laughing at his shy face.
The little spider didn't dare to reply at all; it just stood there, its mind completely blank.
He felt that dealing with a chaotic calamity or being hunted by the Church would be much easier than dealing with this situation. This perplexing situation made him want to hide away.
"I'm really sorry." This time his voice wasn't loud, he just muttered softly as he looked at the guy lying on the bed smiling at him.
“What’s there to apologize for?” Dedeline shrugged. “We were both drunk last night. I only vaguely remember finding a hotel with you and checking into this room without really thinking. After that, I don’t remember anything else.”
She tugged at her clothes, and the little spider quickly closed his eyes: "Besides, we're both dressed, so you can't do anything. It looks like you woke up earlier than me, and you didn't do anything. In that sense, you're quite an interesting fellow."
She patted Spider-Man on the shoulder: "If you really feel bad, then finish knitting my sweater as soon as possible. I saw the quality of that thing, and it's much better than chainmail. I should thank you for saving me the money for a lot of armor."
"Give me a few hours, and I promise..."
"Heh, you think you can fool me with something hastily made in a few hours? That won't do. You'll have to spend a lot of time making me something exquisite." Dedeline jumped off the bed. "You can't stay here all day. I'll take you to the Mercenary Association to register. If you really want to be a mercenary, I'm your senior now. Call me senior, shall I?"
“Senior,” the little spider replied softly.
"Hmm! Speaking of which, how long are you planning to sit there? Get up and catch up. By the way, your clothes are a bit messy. If you don't want people to suspect anything, don't dress like that." Deedri pointed to his collar, and then, looking quite pleased with herself, hummed a tune as she prepared to leave.
The little spider watched her departing figure, feeling a touch of emotion within it. After softly agreeing, it slowly got up and followed behind her.
It felt wonderful, bathed in such sunlight. He felt his fate had been altered, as if he had been pulled back into the world from the darkness.
This feeling is really nice, or rather, it's fantastic.
......
Denos stood at the door, hesitating for a long, long time, unsure whether he should go in.
He has been standing here for half an hour.
Two things surprised him.
First, there are changes here. When I left, it wasn't a very big place, and everything was a bit dilapidated.
It now looks as solemn and dignified as a church, with all sorts of people coming and going.
He appeared rather ordinary and unkempt, looking rather tired. He carried a burlap sack on his back, but was dressed in relatively clean and neat clothes.
Passersby glanced at him and moved on, clearly not someone to be trifled with. It was the security guards and doormen who had been watching him closely for a while, worried he was a strange individual and ready to subdue him at any moment.
But he just stood there, staring blankly at the stone statue at the entrance, while carefully considering what he should say next.
How long has it been since he last came back? He doesn't know, but it must have been more than ten years. He hasn't even stayed here for more than ten years, but he has actually been here for a very long time.
He was a little worried that his father no longer recognized him; the man might be getting old.
However, he was able to survive on his own, and in the end, Ark gave him a considerable salary to compensate for his contributions. He took it as he deserved; it was what he was entitled to.
"Do you want to come here to study?" Suddenly he heard someone speaking behind him. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man who looked a little tired carrying a shopping basket.
"I just came to take a look." After thinking it over, Denos decided that he shouldn't say that he was the principal's child. First of all, he didn't know if the principal had been replaced, and secondly, he didn't think this guy would believe it.
"Really? If you want to enroll, just go inside and find a guy named Barry. If you have the talent, we won't charge a high tuition fee." The middle-aged man left him, saying, "I'm working inside, so I'll be leaving now."
"Hmm, remember not to use a radish as a staff next time, you'll smell like a radish." Denos nodded and said casually.
The middle-aged man paused, turned his head, and his expression lost its previous kindness, now appearing dignified.
"What do you know?"
“Don’t worry about it. Your fingers still have burnt radish bits on them. You used fire magic on the radish to make that happen. Besides, that radish is still in your basket. It looks pretty good roasted. It’ll obviously make a good lunch when we get back.” Denos shrugged. “Long time no see. I just came to check on things.”
“I’m starting to have some doubts about your motives.” The middle-aged man’s expression remained unchanged, but he seemed to be full of vigilance towards Denos. “Do you have time? I need ten minutes to find out who you are. I have that authority. I’m in charge of the security of this city. The church has given me a certain degree of authority to gather information on others.”
“That really proves you’re a capable person. No matter, I have no secrets in my past.” Denos looked quite smug. “But buddy, who are you looking down on? My story could go on for ten minutes and I wouldn’t even finish the beginning.”
“Then come to my room and we can talk slowly.” The aged voice came from above. Denos’s smile froze. He looked up at the man who was wrapped in a linen robe.
Denos took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then looked at the guy with a smile and said.
"certainly."
The atmosphere quieted down. The middle-aged man bowed to the person in the robe and prepared to leave, leaving only the two of them standing on the stairs.
The surrounding crowd began to disperse, and the area gradually became empty.
“I’m back,” Denos said softly. “Dad.”
"Then hurry up and come in, don't stand at the door." It turned to go upstairs: "Don't let others think that our family has been severely broken."
“Of course.” Denos straightened his collar. “Our relationship has always been amicable.”
"That's not true. Never mind, let's go. I'll let you have a good afternoon tea while it's still warm."
And so, Denos met his father and entered the school. He followed behind the old man, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. This distance was neither too distant nor too intimate; rather, it gave him time to properly observe everything around him.
The place has changed a lot; there are new buildings and new people.
Perhaps disaster struck this place after I left, or perhaps they had a very hard time.
But now it is thriving, thanks to the efforts of everyone, the care of God, and the mercy of the devil, which allows this place to continue.
They traveled for a long time, from crowded places to sparsely populated places, from new places to old places. It was as if they had traversed the torrent of time.
Finally, the two arrived at a house, a very large, very old, and out-of-place house. It was built of piled stones.
That was the place where he started, a rather large auditorium. He spent his childhood there. Back then, it wasn't so dilapidated; people often cleaned the outside. The environment was quite nice, and crows often perched on the branches and cawed.
Some of the old things feel unfamiliar, while others feel familiar.
It was that feeling of complete unfamiliarity after so long apart, yet also that familiarity that still evoked a sense of nostalgia, even after all this time. Suddenly, Denos felt herself land; the previous floating sensation vanished, replaced by a feeling of being grounded, in a familiar place.
The wooden door was pushed open, and the inside was quite new, because new wooden planks and a ceiling had been installed, making it look much more pleasing to the eye than the stone outside.
"It seems you've had a good old age," Denos said as he entered the room, looking at the furnishings. "It seems you've had a very relaxing experience."
“It’s just boring.” He pointed to a chair by the wall: “Move one over. You said you’d tell me about your experiences, and I’m curious.”
"Hearing the word 'curiosity' from someone this old always makes me think I'm mishearing," Denos sighed helplessly. "Really."
"Whatever you say, by the way." The man in the robe didn't seem angry; he took off his cloak and hung it on the wall.
Beneath the robe was a very energetic man, showing no signs of his advanced age. However, his age was evident in various ways: his wrinkled skin, snow-white hair and eyebrows, the wrinkles on his head, and the age spots covering his skin.
Yet, various signs suggested he was a young man: his back was ramrod straight, and his slightly grayish eyes were bright and piercing. He was robust, and his hair was neatly styled. Beneath his clothes, he wore the smart attire typically worn by sorcerers.
Judging from the smell, if you don't shower frequently, you must be using perfume to mask your body odor.
He looks like a warrior ready to go to the battlefield at any time, or a dashing old gentleman, but he doesn't look like an old man who is about to die. You really want to ignore his age.
“Looking at me like this, I really don’t seem like your child.” Denos sighed helplessly. “I’ve become so slovenly, yet I have an old man who’s almost dead but still tries to act like a man who can thrive in brothels.”
"This is incredibly strange to me. How could I have such a good-for-nothing son like you?" He also seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Denos's current state, and looked a little resentful.
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