allonlinenovel Chapter 210 “His” feelings.
Chapter 210 “His” feelings.
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just now.
After Adrian's personal test, there were no problems with the bracelet, at least so far.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Galan slapped the man's shoulder hard. Although this did not scare Adrian, it made him feel deeply helpless about the guy's series of actions.
Adrian put one hand on his waist, his brows slightly raised, and a helpless sigh came out of his mouth: "Alas... There is really nothing I can do about the fortune teller."
"Our Adrian is the best! Pat him." Galan was in a good mood and raised his hand to touch his head to show encouragement.
Adrian even cooperated by lowering his head slightly, silently feeling the man's warm palm gently stroking his head.
Although he has been dead for a long time, the residual warmth from the "living thing" can still reach his heart.
It is a warm feeling, as if the sun is shining on your body, making you feel extremely comfortable and at ease.
I always feel that the fortune teller has a healing feeling, but I don’t know if it’s my illusion...
Of course, at this time, little Galan also experienced the feeling of stroking someone's head. It was a very wonderful feeling, feeling... very fun?
Galan slowly withdrew his hand, pretending to be calm and coughing lightly, and then said awkwardly: "Well... Anyway, I feel that this bracelet should be useful to you in the future... So you should keep it."
"I have a crystal ball anyway, so I won't need it."
Adrian naturally did not refuse. After all, this bracelet was given to him by his fortune teller. No one knew what he was going to do before, and he was even captured by the enemy camp for this bracelet.
To be honest, this matter was completely unnecessary for him. Fortunately, those players did not cause any harm to them... otherwise Adrian might feel guilty for the rest of his life.
But what is surprising is...why those people let them go so easily, and even seemed to be hoping that they would escape.
On that brightly lit street, there was no one else except the evening breeze blowing past in the middle of the night.
It's really too suspicious.
Not only Adrian, Galan himself also knew that something was fishy, but he couldn't find anything else on them. Could it be that they were tied with a time bomb? !
"Mr. Fortune Teller, what should we do next..." Adrian couldn't help but pause for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about whether he should persuade him to return to the Undead Legion.
Perhaps it was pure luck that he was able to escape this time, but Adrian didn't want it to happen again. He couldn't understand why Galan wanted to stop him from fighting the player named Herman.
"Well, I don't plan to go back." Galan glanced sideways at the man next to him and said in a firm and decisive tone, which he blurted out almost the next moment after he finished saying that sentence.
Adrian scratched his head, not knowing what to do for a moment. He also didn't know when the king would come and take the fortune teller back... After all... the fortune teller was so well-behaved, how could he do something bad?
Wang must have done something, so he doesn’t want to go back. Yes, that’s right, that’s it...!
It seems that Adrian has put some bad accusation on Herobrine?
In fact, Galan thought he was too willful.
However, there were some things he really had to do. If he had known this, he should have... used a combination of soft and hard tactics and flattery on Herobrine, or if that didn't work, he could have kowtowed to him twice.
"Okay, okay, I do regret it a little bit... Actually, I don't want my king to come to me~"
Galan raised his little paw a little embarrassedly and curled the hair by his ear. His face was filled with a leisurely and light smile, but he opened his mouth slightly as if thinking about something and said: "My king is the supreme god of the dead."
"If you come to me, your subordinate, for this, it would be a little... weird."
"Besides, I'm not a woman, how can I lose my temper just because of what the king said..."
"What if you really don't want to go back? Wouldn't that make me seem too hypocritical?"
Adrian showed a look of confusion on his face. To be honest, what the fortune teller said was indeed correct.
"The king is the king."
"But at the same time, he is also the "God" who created monsters in the first place."
Galan caught a glimpse of Adrian's expression out of the corner of his eye. It was obvious that he didn't understand what he said, probably because they usually treated him as a child.
But in fact, he is no longer a child.
He was just a little... "addicted" to this feeling of "releasing oneself", but his friends did not hate him for it. Instead, they showed him more pampering.
This made Galan feel a little elated, for he knew very well that he would never be so childish and stupid in the past.
Galan couldn't help but turn around, his pair of blue-pink eyes that seemed to be flickering with light, staring at the person in front of him helplessly. He slowly opened his mouth and patiently explained his views to Adrian.
"I have previously promised the king that whatever he will do in the future."
"I will support you unconditionally."
"I said I would protect the king."
"I will remove all obstacles for the king."
"How could I abandon the God I love the most just because of his words?"
"A king is a king, he should be high and mighty, not to mention that he is a god." A gleam of determination inadvertently flashed across Galan's eyes, and his most sincere smile hung on the corners of his slightly raised mouth.
"If I really lost my temper over such a trivial matter..."
"Then what does my sincerity towards the king count for?"
"I will not let every oath I utter... be burned by myself."
Every word he said seemed light and easy, but it carried a lot of "his feelings".
Galan naturally still remembered every word he had ever said to the king. No matter what kind of conflicts occurred between him and the king, he would never forget them.
* Galan is a very nostalgic person.
Everything he has experienced makes him feel "reluctant", especially after having the most sincere feelings.
He couldn't bear to leave all the members of the Dead Legion, nor could he bear to leave the king who picked him up and raised him like a mascot - Herobrine.
"Everyone can die."
"He can die, too."
" but…… "
"They are the only ones who can't."