"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! This isn’t right!"
Early in the morning, a certain soone’s wailing resounded within the Fortress of the Morning Wind, the sound was mournfully lingering, like a donkey pinned to a stake, seconds away from being beheaded by the Butcher.
From the corridor ca the clattering sound of wheels, and Bologue appeared at the end of the corridor, pushing a wheelchair with Palr on it, who was constantly shrieking.
Earlier this morning, Palr was deep in a wonderful dream, when Bologue suddenly burst in, bringing along a wheelchair.
Judging by Palr’s usual death-like slumber, Bologue shouldn’t wake him, actually, that was Bologue’s plan too, to stealthily transport Palr outside so that when he wakes and realizes, it’d be too late.
Yet unexpectedly for Bologue, the mont he opened the door, Palr instinctively opened his eyes.
Thanks to so bad mories brought by Zefirin, Palr’s alertness during sleep had unknowably increased many tis.
Palr looked at Bologue cautiously, demanding, "What are you up to?"
Bologue didn’t reply, he knew Palr’s character; if he knew what was about to happen, the situation would undoubtedly beco ugly.
"Here, you co."
Bologue nodded to the side as a gesture and then stepped aside, Vasilina appeared at the doorway, cracking her knuckles.
Vasilina was practically an expert when it ca to handling Palr; her presence alone made Palr’s face change, though Bologue assud Palr feared her, Palr, in fact, recalled what he had said to Vasilina, realizing now it seed nothing more than drunken blabber.
But Palr surely hadn’t been drinking.
Palr took a deep breath and admonished himself internally, "Palr, you’ve made your choice, adhere to your ideas and don’t overthink those future matters."
Hence, Palr bead a smile, waving to Vasilina.
"Good..."
The word wasn’t fully out of his mouth when Vasilina swiftly stepped up to Palr and delivered a karate chop to his neck.
Palr maintained his smiling expression as his head tilted to the side, instantly passing out.
Vasilina, like a robber, turned and signaled to Bologue, who nodded approvingly, working hard to hoist Palr onto the wheelchair.
In the unsteady rush, Palr quickly regained consciousness only to find himself tightly bound, secured to the wheelchair, speeding down the hallway.
Initially, Palr couldn’t comprehend the situation but upon noticing it was Bologue pushing the wheelchair, along with the nurous bags and packs Bologue carried, Palr realized it didn’t bode well.
As Aimou finished packing and joined up with the two, Palr struggled to nearly stand up, failing to see what was unfolding would be sheer foolishness.
Palr scread, "Stop! Sothing’s off! Aren’t we on vacation!"
Vasilina erged from the side, smiling at Palr, wielding a calendar, with several dates crossed out, today marked with a cute skull.
Aimou whispered, "Vacation’s over~"
Palr froze for a mont, then threw his head back, screaming at Bologue behind him, "I’m injured now! Shouldn’t I recover first before returning to work?"
"Compared to the dical techniques at Border Sanatorium, Fortress of the Morning Wind is quite inferior," Bologue thoughtfully replied, "Don’t worry, according to Geoffrey’s call, people from the Border Sanatorium are already waiting for us at the Order Bureau. When you arrive, you’ll be transferred for hospitalization."
Bologue assessed Palr’s seemingly dreadful yet not life-threatening injuries, "With their techniques, you can probably be discharged the day after tomorrow."
"Hey hey hey! Are you guys out of your minds!"
Palr vigorously contorted his body, even to the point his eyes began to spark, a gust fleetingly supported Palr’s body.
To evade work, Palr made a desperate leap forward, and then... found himself suspended in mid-air.
Coarse panting sound arose, moist saliva scoured across Palr’s face.
Leica clamped onto Palr with its mouth, wagging its tail vigorously, appearing quite pleased, as if rescuing Palr from an imminent fall.
Palr was shoved back onto the wheelchair again, Bologue continued to push him expressionlessly, with a procession of people and dogs following behind to see them off.
"Ah... It’s hopeless now."
Palr slumped, as if surrendering to despair, his eyes dimly fixed on the ground.
At the corridor’s end, a person waited there for a long ti, arms folded, leaned subtly against the wall, wearing a smile. When seeing Palr arrive, he neither blocked the way nor said anything, rely raised his hand, giving a few simple waves in farewell.
Palr noticed the fellow and, linking to his current predicant, Palr’s expression gradually started to unravel.
"You..."
Palr raised his plaster-cast hand, trembling as he pointed at Fuen. As his arm lifted, the line of writing Fuen had left on the cast ca into view.
This situation, so ironic.
Fuen watched Palr, "See you next ti, son."
Palr cursed unreservedly, "Bastard!"
As soon as he returned, he was sched against by Fuen. Now that the matter was over, he was no longer of any use, and Fuen just kicked him aside!
Indeed, after all this ti apart, Palr still couldn’t stand his scoundrel of a father.
Fuen was extrely pleased that Palr was leaving; he even whistled, further provoking Palr.
Palr, other than continuing to curse, did nothing. After a series of lively exchanges, Bologue pushed the wheelchair, taking Palr to the place they ca from initially.
The Curved Path Gate stood atop the High Tower. Once they crossed through this gate, they could return to the Transfer Station, and then back to the Order Bureau.
The chilly wind swept by, and Palr took a deep breath, trying to capture the scent of the Wind Source Highlands, knowing that there was no telling when he might return next.
The Field Operations Departnt’s workload was ridiculously intense. Even if there were no tasks, they still had to patrol daily.
Random thoughts gradually faded from his mind as a faint glow began to swirl around the Curved Path Gate. Palr felt a sense of relief; the farewell sadness he had anticipated didn’t appear.
After the confession that night, Palr felt his mindset had changed considerably. He was gradually overcoming his shortcomings and might one day truly face everything calmly.
Leica seed to know Palr was leaving again. It lowered its head and vigorously licked Palr’s face. In its urgency to express its excitent, its tail whipped back and forth like a whip, and Leica even bit Palr’s head, swallowing half of his body in the process.
"Ugh!"
Palr kicked desperately. Seeing the situation was critical, Aimou grabbed Palr’s legs and yanked him out.
Despite its delicate appearance, the Alchemy Puppet’s strength was incredible. In an instant, Palr felt like he was about to be torn apart, his upper and lower body about to say farewell.
"Palr is going to die!"
Vasilina was on the side, fiercely patting Leica. Her gentle caress hit like a heavy punch. The dog gasped for air, and as it spat out Palr, it sneezed repeatedly, spraying him with glittering droplets like a shotgun blast.
Seeing Palr in such a state, Bologue no longer wanted to push his wheelchair.
Aimou and Vasilina hugged tightly, and Bologue also patted Leica’s head. Seeing such a large dog, Bologue still felt a bit dazed and considered whether he should get a similar pet.
When it ca ti to say goodbye to Palr, in fact, only Vasilina needed to actually bid him farewell.
Vasilina frowned, her lips pursed and cheeks slightly puffed. Like Bologue, seeing Palr in such a state, she didn’t want any intimate gestures with him.
The atmosphere had reached this point; they couldn’t exactly drag Palr back for a bath and start the process over.
Vasilina leaned close to Palr and whispered, "Not bad, Palr."
"Not bad in what way?"
A gooey, wet sensation spread all over him, and Palr felt entirely deflated.
"Compared to your past self, you’ve undoubtedly grown quite a bit."
Vasilina raised her hand to her ear, making a phone gesture to Palr.
"Good luck."
She kicked the wheelchair, spinning Palr several tis in place.
In the rapid spin, Palr only felt his stomach churn, and a nauseating feeling rose from his throat.
Just as he was about to lean forward and let it out, leaving his last mark on the Wind Source Highlands, Vasilina kicked the wheelchair again.
"See you next ti!"
With Vasilina’s cheerful voice, the wheelchair accelerated to top speed in a split second, the rush of adrenaline pinning Palr tightly to the backrest. Then, both he and the chair sped directly into the open Curved Path Gate.
Neat and swift, without the slightest unnecessary delay.
After sending off Palr, Vasilina turned to Bologue and Aimou, then bowed to thank them.
"Well then, please take good care of Palr."
Bologue and Aimou simultaneously raised their left hands, giving a thumbs-up at their chests, then nodded vigorously to show their agreent.
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