Asking a vampire if he dares to stand in the sunlight is like asking him if he dares to face death.
Sigourney never feared death.
He even looked forward to death.
The faith of the elves carries the blood of the vampires. This body is longing for death all the time. Every cell is screaming, "Let me die," "Let me disappear," "I can't live in this contradiction and pain anymore."
Nance, the worrying old man, seemed to be laughing and joking on weekdays, but secretly he always treated him with caution, for fear that he would become tired of the world and commit suicide.
Especially after killing Rachel and successfully taking revenge, Nance was even more worried, fearing that once his wish was fulfilled, he would let go and run into the sunlight with a look of relief like countless transformed elves before him.
That's why she did all sorts of weird things behind his back, trying to use various methods to stabilize him and attract his attention, hoping that he wouldn't be so depressed that he would think about suicide all day long - although most of the methods Nance came up with were crooked ideas that were meant to torment people.
The most representative one recently was taking the boy who had inexplicably signed a contract with him out of Tado Village and preparing to bring him to his side.
Maybe he's planning to do something big again.
But considering that Nance was also worried about him, he turned a blind eye. However, he would not go to Nance and say, "Don't worry, I won't kill myself."
It's interesting to see Nance still so lively at his age.
He would not seek death - even if his body's instincts urged him to end his life every minute and every second, he would not fulfill his instinctive wish.
He would live, even if he was not afraid of death, even if he looked forward to death, even if he was really like Nance thought, with no desire to live and no reason to care about living.
He insisted on living. But if he had to face death, he would not regret it, would not hesitate, and might even go there happily with ease.
But today, it’s not the time to face it.
When the atmosphere in the car was on the verge of breaking out, he took out the sunscreen that Nance had made for him from the coffin. It couldn't completely block out the sunlight, but at most it could allow him to stay in the sun for a few more seconds so that he wouldn't be reduced to ashes too quickly.
He rarely gave priority to his face, but first applied a thick layer of sunscreen on his right hand.
Then he heard Jane's calm and straightforward challenge.
"You, dare to come out?"
He will sneer in the darkness and come out to scare you to death.
He also knew the effect of the contract. He trusted Nance more than Ash did.
Nance deduced that the contract made them both half of each other, watching over each other, and that must be the case.
He was particularly certain that if Ash encountered irresistible danger outside, the two of them would exchange bodies like they did in the Stonehenge.
But what if Ivan and Yelena were killed by the opposing wizard before they swapped bodies?
He made a low "tsk" sound in disdain, sensing the magical fluctuations outside, and seized the opportunity to open the coffin lid when the attack was coming, thus offsetting a wave of devastating danger for the two little wizards.
Almost at the same time, his eyes went dark, and a familiar dizziness came over him. When he opened his eyes again, he met the inorganic eyes of the leading moonlight elf.
I'm out.
He glanced at the moonlight elf coldly, but did not rush over immediately. Instead, he turned around and stuffed back an arm that was sticking out of the pine coffin and had been burned bloody by the sun, then closed the coffin lid heavily.
Sunscreen still doesn't work at all.
His right hand was almost nothing but a skeleton.
Sigourney frowned. The wound on his arm was a minor injury to him. But the one in his body now was Ash Elwyn, the boy from the countryside. He probably had never suffered such an injury in his life.
It hurt so much that I cried just now.
Thinking of the crying face I saw in that fleeting glimpse...
Although he was as good-looking as ever, why did he feel so irritated? Sigourney pinched her five fingers, perhaps because the boy had suffered for her?
He pursed his lips, looked unkindly at the enemies who surrounded them in the carriage, and muttered in a low voice: "Well said, a quick and decisive battle." Only by resolving the issue in advance can he heal his body.
"Wait here." He left a word, and his figure flashed and came to a cloaked man.
What a fast speed!
This thought flashed through the minds of everyone present.
Who is this boy? Could it be that he is not a boy, but an old monster who has just returned from the wilderness? Is that why he can identify poisonous food at a glance and bring such great pressure all of a sudden?
Only Yelena guessed the truth.
She almost jumped up in surprise, her eyes reddened: "There's help!"
Ash summoned Sigourney again!
Sigourney, wearing the shell of Ash, why should she be afraid of the damn sunlight!
Haha! Hahahaha!
There is actually this trick! Why didn't she remember it? I thought this time I was really unlucky and the whole army was wiped out!
She was almost crying and laughing, holding Ivan's arm, and said word by word: "Brother, we will definitely win!"
Ivan didn't know where Yelena's confidence came from, but he didn't doubt her words at all.
His confidence comes from what he sees with his own eyes:
"Ash" rushed into the enemy without hesitation.
The plan to encircle and suppress Sigourney this time required a powerful inscription master to quietly rewrite the magic circle in the train. Because of the taboo against the melee ability of vampires, most of them were wizards with long-range attacks, or magical creatures whose blood talents tended towards control or long-range attacks.
In short, except for Jane and two or three of the cloaked men, the others are all fragile in melee combat.
When Sigourney, who was no longer afraid of the sun and was covered in Ash's shell, approached, she was like a wolf entering a sheepfold, sweeping and ravaging. They were all like soft tofu, falling apart at the slightest touch.
His hands seemed to be connected to an unknown dimension, and any magic under his fingertips disappeared without exception.
The five-ring magic ice storm disappeared.
The five-ring magic mind fog disappeared.
Six rings of magic chain lightning disappeared.
…
This was his death sentence to magic. But in the eyes of ignorant people, it was more like a pardon given to him by magic, as if he was favored by the elements and rules of the world, and no harm was willing to be inflicted on his body.
The young man's thin body shuttled lightly among the enemies. He didn't seem to be fighting, but rather a monologue dance, his body dancing gracefully, indescribably graceful. But he was fighting again, and his movements, covered in elegance, were sharp and fierce, and even the sound of the wind was chilling.
Half of it is the beauty of drizzle, setting sun, faint smoke and soft moon; half of it is the coldness and murderous intent.
No one else could have so vividly and truly portrayed such a contradictory picture. Blood and vitality coexisted, and looking at him was like seeing a thriving forest growing in a sea of blood—making one suspect that he was favored by the world, and it seemed reasonable.
Such a young man is enough to make the world feel pity for him and unwilling to hurt him.
Who is he?!
What kind of ability is this?
He is obviously a human, so why does his vampire talent resemble that of the fallen elf Sigourney?
Those who have fallen down, and those who are still struggling to hold on, all make such unwilling cries in their hearts.
Why have I never heard of it? Why is it not mentioned in the intelligence at all?
If the boy was really so powerful, why didn't he fight back when he was attacked in the tundra, but instead relied on the teleportation scroll and the rebel Sigourney? !
Jane also greeted the boy.
Moonlight elves are naturally agile and nimble, and have a strong affinity for elements. If they did not love life by nature, they would be the most terrifying reapers of life.
Jane, as the pseudo-Scarlet, is such a terrible killer.
He is flexible, agile, and ruthless, and his skills have been honed to excellence through countless battles and assassinations.
He gave up magic. Magic had no effect on the boy.
He held two daggers in his hands, his figure was as light as the wind, and while the young man was dealing with others, he attacked the young man from behind at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.
However, the boy still noticed it.
At the last moment, he turned around lightly, leaving him no chance to retreat.
The light blue eyes were raised indifferently and looked straight at him, with no fluctuations in them.
"Got you."
The boy spoke silently.
What? !
Jian opened his eyes wide, and then he felt a hand holding his wrist, as if it was tightly wrapped in a steel hoop and he couldn't break free. The next second, there was a sudden darkening, and he was thrown to the ground with force, and the bones in his body made a sound of breaking.
There was a sweetness in my throat and blood flowed from my lips.
His vision went dark and he felt dizzy. He wanted to stand up and fight again, but his limbs were weak and he had no strength left.
The body seemed to have lost connection with the brain and could not be controlled no matter what.
Get up! Why can't you move?
He lay limply on the ground in disbelief, feeling his mouth being pried open and a cold, bitter medicine poured into it.
Can’t drink!
His consciousness was struggling to resist, but his tongue was too weak to allow the strange liquid to flow into his throat, slide into his stomach, and leave a cold mark on his esophagus.
it's over.
When the coldness completely settled into his stomach, this thought suddenly crossed his mind.
They failed.
He opened his eyes blankly, looking at the unobstructed blue sky and golden sunlight, not understanding why everything had developed to this point.
They had planned it well.
Even though the incident happened suddenly, they had very little time to prepare, and they were able to gather very few people, but they had already designed various encirclement and suppression plans for the fallen elves, so no matter how tight the time was, their plan was sufficient and without omissions.
But why did it fail?
And they were defeated so miserably, with the entire army annihilated?
What went wrong?
His vision, which had been temporarily lost due to the strong shock, slowly recovered at this moment, but he was still unable to move after being injected with a magic potion.
He could only use his blurred vision to track the figure in the car.
——Sure enough, all the companions fell down, without a single one being spared.
The only ones standing were the two young wizards and one... it was him! The boy standing in front of the coffin! He was the accident! The mistake!
First he identified the poison of the silverfish, and then he took action and knocked down thirteen of them alone.
Intelligence said he was a wizard seedling found in Boulder Castle, a person who was not even a wizard apprentice. Jane thought disheartenedly, this must be a lie, maybe he made up such bait just to lure them out and wait for them to take the bait.
What the hell is this boy?
It must be an old monster returning from the wilderness!
A grey-robed wizard? Or maybe a white-robed wizard!
The blue sky and white clouds in the sky flashed by in his smoky gray eyes as the train sped by.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes.
Why do we have to think so much? What's the point of thinking so much?
it's over.
They failed.
They were captured by the Wizarding Society.
They will also become one of the countless magical materials, to be studied, controlled, and raised.
Can I still escape?
Jane closed his eyes, the sunlight left an orange-red tint on his eyelids, but his heart was in deep darkness, falling endlessly.
But some people don't want to see him closing his eyes and escaping from himself.
A foot kicked him unceremoniously in the side.
Jane didn't want to pay attention to him. He was just here to scorn and mock the defeated. He lost, so he lost. He didn't deny it, but don't try to seek the pleasure of being a winner from him.
Yet his harassers were persistent.
"If you don't open your eyes, I will strip you naked and hang you on the train." The boy's voice came from above him, with a cold smile, "Do you believe it, the fake scarlet, Jane Fairbairns?"
Jane opened her eyes angrily.
From his angle, the young man standing next to him had a fair and handsome face, but his light blue eyes were filled with cold malice.
He is worthy of being a lackey of the Wizarding Association. He can even think of such an insulting method!
"Wow, you opened your eyes." The young man let out a rather insincere exclamation of surprise, then squatted down and looked at his face carefully, "So you are the fake Scarlet One. I heard that you hate Scarlet Moon? Why? Because he is more handsome than you, and you want to destroy his face with the sun? Can you afford to pay for damaging the number one beauty?"
Jane looked away speechlessly, confused and not wanting to pay any attention.
The young man laughed softly: "Or is it because he is the real Scarlet One, and you are just a fake one?"
Jane's gaze suddenly turned back and fixed on the boy's face.
He rarely gets angry, but at this moment his bottom line is repeatedly touched.
The pseudo-scarlet always has a bloody smell in the mouths of outsiders, and has an unwarranted reputation, which seems to be a very remarkable existence. But this name has never been a compliment, it represents the rejection, alienation, indifference and disgust of his own kind.
He bit his cheek hard, feeling depressed. He wanted to close his eyes and stop looking at this hateful face, but he was worried about what the boy had just said - such a shameless human being would definitely do something despicable like stripping him naked!
"Did I say something wrong?" The young man turned around and asked his two companions, "Did I remember it wrong? He actually likes Scarlet Moon very much? So he even tries to address her in a way that's closer to Scarlet Moon? Since he can't be the second vampire, being a fake one isn't bad, right?"
"You, shut, up!" Jane was extremely angry. Who would like that human's lackey!
Elena, who was busy setting up a magic tent on the train and moving the coffin inside, said with a suppressed smile, "You remembered it wrongly. It is a well-known fact that the Pseudo-Scarlet Ones hate Scarlet Moon."
The young man raised his eyebrows: "So I remembered it wrong." He lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold, "But Scarlet Moon has never seen him, what hatred or grudge does he have?"
Yelena was not afraid of trouble. The excitement of surviving a disaster had not yet subsided. She continued, "I heard that he had always wanted to recruit Scarlet Moon to the Camarilla, but was rejected. Later he said, 'You are so powerful, why can't you stand on the side of magical creatures? Why do you have to become an accomplice of humans?' - This is probably the reason why he targeted Scarlet Moon."
Jane didn't argue.
As a fellow creature, he clearly has the ability to shoulder the fate of magical creatures, but he has fallen into depravity and helped the evildoers. Such a guy is ten thousand times more hateful and abominable than the despicable human wizards!
"So that's why." The young man sneered, showing his contemptuous attitude to the fullest. "Are you expecting Scarlet Moon to become your savior?"
"Without him, you will accomplish nothing?"
He stood up, and seemed in no mood to talk to Jane any more.
In the end, he just threw down one sentence coldly.
"Instead of relying on the strength of others, why don't you shoulder the fate of magical creatures yourself? Isn't this a form of inferiority and weakness, and isn't this an attempt to evade responsibility? What's the difference between you and the fallen elves you are denouncing?"
Jane was suddenly stunned. What's the difference?
His heart trembled and he bit the corner of his lip... There was no difference.
Sigourney, who was wearing ash leather, glanced at the desolate moonlight elf indifferently, sneered, and asked him "dare you?" This guy was quite arrogant. Can he still be arrogant now?
He lowered his head and entered the magic tent set up by Ivan and Yelena.
——In the empty carriage, this magic tent looks like one set up during a hike, quietly basking in the sun, surrounded by fleeting white scenery.
After entering the tent and lowering the curtain, only the dim light of the crystal chandelier remained inside.
Ivan was opening the coffin lid. Hearing the voice, he looked back and said, "You..." He opened his mouth, not knowing whether to call "Ash" or "Sigourney" - when he was helping Sigourney to feed the cloaked men with medicine, Sigourney simply told them that Ash was in his body now, and asked them to set up a tent and pull Ash out to heal his wounds.
This is...the two of them swapped bodies? Yelena was as surprised as Ivan.
After all, Yelena had always thought that Ash had only summoned Sigourney into his body.
Unexpectedly, the actual operation was much more advanced than she had imagined.
Ivan and Yelena didn't care how this was done. They only recognized the current result: it was Sigourney who was controlling Ash's body.
When he learned this, Ivan, like Yelena, felt very sorry for today's group of enemies.
Originally, Signi was invincible at night. Now that she had this move, who could defeat Signi during the day? Wouldn't she be invincible when she was day and night were combined?
That’s amazing!
But when facing Ash's body, he felt it was wrong to call him Ash, but calling him Sigourney... it just felt weird. So Ivan nodded to Sigourney sullenly, turned around, and continued to open the coffin lid, releasing Sigourney... no, the real Ash.
Ash kept crying inside the coffin.
It wasn't that he wanted to cry, but the pain reached the threshold and his eyes automatically secreted tears.
As he cried, he thought, Sigourney must have been injured so badly before, did she cry at that time? Probably not, right? But how did he endure it?
Thinking about these miscellaneous and irrelevant trivial things, trying to divert attention from the pain, but not worrying at all about the battle outside the coffin.
What will happen?
Sigourney has gone out, Sigourney is not afraid of the sun anymore, what will be the result?
Although he didn't think about it too much, Ash's subconscious mind was already full of confidence, so he didn't pay any attention to the battle outside.
When Ivan opened the coffin lid, he looked up and saw "Sigourney" standing upright in the coffin. Her eyes were red, tears were flowing, and her pale face was stained with tears. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking and heart-stirring.
Heart shaking... spirit shaking? Ivan's face turned pale. Why did he think so?
He had seen the face of Lord Scarlet Moon countless times. It was beautiful, but he had never had any strange thoughts about this face!
Just because of this face, he cried? He actually felt a palpitation in his heart? Ivan was shocked. Did he hide some strange attribute that he liked to see others cry? Was he a pervert? !
Coincidentally, Yelena, who was helping, also swallowed hard: "Cute! Want to--"
Her last word was interrupted by a book flying from the side.
She jumped away swiftly and caught the novel that was blown towards her face - it was the adventurous love story she gave to Ash to read, and she suddenly came to her senses.
Oh my god! What was she doing just now?
Being crazy about Sigourney's face? I think it's cute, and I want to... cough.
She must be crazy!
Although I thought so, my eyes couldn't help but drift into the coffin... Sigourney, who was Ash, lived inside, and she looked really cute!
The dark red eyes were no longer scary, and through a layer of water vapor, they looked like agate stones on the seabed, bright and crystal. The eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, but it did not destroy the perfection of the appearance, but added a sense of youthfulness and tenderness, which was particularly attractive.
I just want to hug, kiss and comfort her.
Yelena wondered, maybe it's like a house, when a lovely person moves in, the room becomes lovely. Is Sigourney a haunted house? Once Ash moved in, the haunted house was no longer cold and airy, but became soft and healing.
She clasped her palms together and suddenly realized that it should be so!
She was sad again. Ash was indeed her type. But she couldn't compete with Sigourney for him. She didn't dare to compete with him. She couldn't win.
Ash seems to like Sigourney's very much.
Having a good face is an advantage.
Finally, she touched her smooth brown skin with heartache... She might as well go to the Pale Hand and have those dead faces whitened one day.
In the tent, the brother was in self-doubt and the sister looked dazed. Sigourney picked up a few adventure novels in her hand and wanted to throw them one by one, but she saw that the "herself" in the coffin had walked out, so she showed mercy and let the two fools go for the time being.
He walked towards Ash.
Although they had swapped bodies once, today was the first time that the two people who had swapped bodies faced each other and saw with their own eyes that their bodies were controlled by the other party, showing looks and expressions that they would never show.
Sigourney who never cries: So this is what I look like when I cry? It's also very pretty.
Ash, who is always well-behaved: This is what I look like when I have a cold face? It's very Sigourney.
While looking at each other curiously, they secretly compared themselves with their original selves in their hearts.
It feels really interesting.
However, no matter how interesting it is, we cannot ignore the wound on the right arm.
Sigourney took out a potion from her space bracelet and handed it to Ash: "Drink it."
Ash obediently drank it in one gulp... Hmm, it still tastes terrible.
Then, Sigourney took out another box of potions, opened the lid, and picked out a sticky, transparent liquid: "Raise your hands."
Ash raised his right hand consciously.
Sigourney lowered her eyes and smeared the liquid on her bloody arm. Her movements were large but the landing points were extremely light.
After all, it's my own arm.
After all, this kid suffered for him.
Thinking of this, his movements became lighter.
Ash looked down... yes, down at Sigourney healing him.
The feeling of being looked down upon like this was particularly subtle, but Ash was Ash after all, and he could actually see Sigourney's appearance from his appearance. Sigourney, cold yet soft, was just like the first time they met, she could dance briskly like a teenager, and she could also swing the dagger coldly and indifferently.
Looking at my own face, the love in my heart overflowed and jumped with joy.
I can't even feel the pain in my arm!
That kind of gaze again!
Again and again and again!
As Sigourney wrapped the bandage around her medicated arm, she glanced up at Ash oddly.
Before, he used his own face, and it was understandable that Ash looked at him like that, because he was good-looking. But now he used Ash Elwin's own face, so why was this guy still staring at it?
Unwilling to admit that being looked at by an ordinary human made her hair stand on end, even though the hand holding her body made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Sigourney let go of the arm she was holding irritably: "The medicine is applied, stop rubbing it."
Even though vampires have amazing self-healing abilities, sun burns are different from other wounds and heal extremely slowly.
The wound would probably hurt for several days. By then, I should have exchanged with Ash Elwin.
As for now... He just gave Ash a painkiller, which should make the boy feel better. Sigourney glanced at her pretty face and found that she was not crying anymore. The potion had taken effect.
"Are you injured anywhere else?" he asked.
Ash blinked and raised his hand to point to his right chest, "Here," he said honestly, "The sun shines on my clothes, but my chest still hurts."
Sigourney: "..." He was silent for a while, then handed the medicine box to Ash, "Go and wipe it yourself."
Ash took it and nodded.
At this time, Yelena's voice came from the entrance of the tent: "Xi...ah, Ash! The law enforcement team of the train is coming!"
The law enforcement team is really belated.
Sigourney turned and walked out, but halfway through, she turned back and took the medicine box from Ash.
Ash: “?”
Sigourney was irritated: "Wait until I come back, I'll wipe it."
Ash nodded again blankly.
Holding the medicine box, Sigourney turned and strode out.
Outside the tent, the train's law enforcement team had put magic-suppressing bracelets and shackles on the thirteen people who had been fed the "Water of Life and Death" potion.
Among these thirteen people, five are humans, four are moonlight elves, three are forest elves, and one is a wolf orc. In total, eight sets of magic materials are a great harvest.
Ivan has already started talking to the leader of the law enforcement team.
It turns out there was a reason why they came so late.
When Jane and the others took action, the magical fluctuations here could no longer be hidden. They should have come over to deal with it immediately, but who knew that various riots and disputes also occurred in other carriages of the train at the same time. The law enforcement team only had so many members and could not handle them all, so they could only deal with them one by one.
Now that I think about it, these riots were also part of the Camarilla's plan.
In order to delay the law enforcement team.
The law enforcement team was also puzzled as to how Ivan and his team dealt with these thirteen people, including the notorious Pseudo Scarlet One!
Ivan did not explain the truth, but only mentioned Mr. Tinans. His vague words earned him enlightened looks from the law enforcement team.
The mysterious astrologer can be good for nothing or omnipotent.
Ivan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Lord Nance had a good reputation and was considered omnipotent in the eyes of the wizards.
It would be better not to reveal that Ash could swap bodies with Sigourney for the time being. Most importantly, Sigourney's ability to appear in the sun must not be revealed.
The Wizarding Association doesn't care too much about Sigourney's absolute weakness. But what if this weakness disappears? It is foreseeable that there will be endless troubles. No matter for Sigourney or Ash.
The thirteen enemies present today were also forced to drink the "Water of Life and Death" before. The potion was mixed with powder of the night mushroom to blur their memories of this battle. Otherwise, if they were interested, it would not be difficult for these people to guess the truth or get close to the truth in the future.
The law enforcement team took the thirteen people away for interrogation, especially Jane Fairbairns, who was a high-ranking member of the Secret Alliance and there was no telling how much valuable information they could get from her.
Then he arranged for the accompanying alchemist and inscriptionist to come and roughly restore the roof of the carriage. Although it was not as solid and stable as before, it could at least be used, so Ivan and his team didn't have to change carriages.
When Ivan was negotiating with the law enforcement team, Sigourney did not step forward.
At least he still remembered what his current identity was. A wizard seedling, not even a wizard apprentice. If he performed too well, it would inevitably become a hidden danger, erupting in Ash's future and causing doubts.
He threw a cold look at Yelena, so why did they call him out just now? Could he still walk in front of the law enforcement team and take charge of the situation?
Yelena laughed dryly. Isn't this a conditioned reflex? His aura was so strong that she forgot that he was still wearing Ash's shell.
After the law enforcement team left, Sigourney returned to the tent.
Tsk, I even have to apply medicine on “my own” chest.
"You guys." He nodded to Ivan and Yelena before entering the tent, "Wait outside."
Ivan and Yelena nodded in unison.
Sigourney then walked in.
Ash was already sitting on the carpet, looking at the door of the tent. When he saw Sigourney coming back, he raised his intact left hand and waved, "Can I take off my clothes by myself?"
Sigourney's eyelids twitched, and she heard Ash continue to ask without noticing, "Sigourney, do you want me to take it off?"
Ivan outside the tent: Uh... the situation seems a bit complicated. He needs to go further away and think it over carefully.
Yelena outside the tent: Wow, it's Ash indeed! But she should stay away, the water is a bit deep, she doesn't want to wade in.
"Sigourney?" Inside the tent, seeing that Sigourney didn't respond, Ash asked again, "Aren't you going to apply medicine?" He saw that Sigourney didn't seem to want him to apply medicine on her body, so he asked about the clothes.
Put yourself in his shoes. If he was injured now, he would be embarrassed to let Sigourney apply medicine.
In front of people he trusted, Ash never concealed his expression, and his eyes were always clear and transparent, so Sigourney could tell what Ash was thinking at a glance.
Sigourney: "...Take it off yourself and apply the medicine yourself." He placed the medicine box in front of Ash expressionlessly, "Do you need help with such a small matter?"
Ash looked at him blankly. It wasn't Sigourney you said before...
"Hurry up and wipe it." Sigourney tapped the medicine box with her finger and said coldly, "It's not your body, so you don't cherish it?"
Ash blinked, "Oh."...It turns out that his ears are so obvious when they turn red.
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