Holy Institution - Chapter 59

So long in darkness and silence that any sound becomes strange and distant after waking up.

Dilling opened his eyes slowly.

The light coming through the curtains made him dizzy, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

The enthusiasm of the city war still left a little deep in the body, and the heartbeat rushed involuntarily.

He moved his fingers and his wrists were too heavy to lift.

“At least three days off before you can make a heroic wave.” Lazy voice.

Dilling’s eyes slanted in the direction of the sound, “Teacher?”

“Yes, General Baseko.” Hyde appeared in front of his bed momentarily, with ice-blue eyes smiling.

I don’t feel good.

Dillin asked carefully: “We won?”

“How can you not win with a heroic leader like you who bravely resists the enemy?”

Dilling shuddered.

I’m really not in a good mood.

“Uh, did I sleep for a long time?” In fact, he even wanted to ask if he could drink saliva.

“Soon, just one day and one night.” The four-character sound a long day.

“…” Seeing his face, Dilling thought it was better to shut up.

Hyde pinched his dry lips and said lightly, “Want to drink water?”

Dilling immediately said, “Thank you.”

Hyde lifted his chin toward the table. “There.”

Dilling: “…” He was thinking, which of the two possibilities was bigger when he ran over and ran over the table.

“Your sword is not very long. If you take it out, you should be able to get it.” Heidein’s smile was a little dark.

Dilling probably knew the crux of the problem. “The situation was urgent.”

“Well.” Fingers tapped lightly on the bed.

“I just pulled the sword subconsciously.”

“Um.” The finger tapped again.

“… I was wrong.” Dilling was poor.

Hyde raised an eyebrow: “What’s wrong?”

“Should not be drawn.”

“Oh?”

“I’m a magician.” Dilling’s throat became angry.

Hyde stared at him for a long while, and hooked his fingers towards the table, and the water glass flew into his hand immediately. The water bottle hung on the upper right of the water glass, poured slowly, poured a half glass of water, and then flew back to the table.

Dilling wondered if he could do it with water.

Hyde held up his head with one hand, clasped the cup to his lips with one hand, and poured a little.

Dilling took a small sip, and before the throat was moisturizing, the cup was removed. “Tutor.” He was still thinking.

“Summon the water element if not enough.” Hyde looked down at him because of his condescendance. “Or do you just remember how to swing a sword?”

Dilling closed her mouth obediently.

Actually he was very wronged.

Originally, he thought that after he woke up, he would receive some praise, praise and applause. After all, he also felt that he was doing very well this time, but he didn’t expect to be ridiculed.

Hyde ignored his squinting head and stood up and returned to the chair at the original table and sat down.

Dillin followed his back with the light from the corner of his eye. He would like to ask what the outcome of the game was, and where did Soso and Raymond go. But according to the atmosphere just now, presumably he just gets more ridicule no matter what he asks.

The more he thought about it, the more boring he lay for a while with his eyes open, and his eyelids couldn’t help but slowly close.

Waking up again, it was already midnight, and his stomach murmured loudly, especially in the darkness.

Dilling moved his wrist. Although weak, he was sure to be able to move. He braced himself to sit up a little.

“What?” Heidein’s voice suddenly burst out, and Dilling leaned back in shock, slamming his head on the bedpost, “Oh!”

The fire flared and lit the candles on the table like a meteor.

Dilling watched Hyde come over, surprised: “You haven’t left yet?”

Hyde said, “You don’t need water and food at all.”

“…” Without food and water, he could become a dead body. Dilling cried, “Teacher …”

Hyde looked at him silently, seeing Dilling’s hair all over his head, and turned back, “Wait.”

After a while, a waiter brought a bowl of corn broth.

When Dilling smelled, the maggots in his stomach awoke and almost didn’t rush over.

The waiter walked carefully to the bed and picked up a spoon to feed him.

Dilling was taken aback. “You …”

The waiter smiled: “Mr. Tagiles gave me a gold coin.”

Dilling was really weak, and he no longer refused, allowing him to feed himself a bowl of thick soup. When the bowl bottomed out, he still wasn’t exhausted, and said, “One more bowl.”

The waiter shook his head and said, “No, only a bowl.”

Dilling glared at him.

The waiter said, “Mr. Targelis ordered.”

This is the power of a gold coin. Dilling sighed. But how did Hydeine know he wanted to eat again?

The waiter left, Hyde had changed his clothes when he returned, and the air was faintly fragrant after the bath.

Dilling looked at him, and began to itch for a while. “I want to take a shower, too.” He couldn’t help scratching his neck.

“Yes. As long as you can move.” As Hyde shook his wet hair, a flame gathered on his hands and he began to bake his hair again.

Dillin blinked, and a bright spot of water appeared in his head. He was about to separate the water from the golden hair, so Heidein rebuked, “What are you doing?”

He was startled. “What?

Hyde had a somber face, “Want to commit suicide by magic?”

Dilling was at a loss.

“It doesn’t matter if you want to overspend your mental strength,” Hyde said. “But I first declare that I don’t have so many stars to save you time and time again.”

Mental power overdraft? again and again?

Pre-fainting memories slowly came to mind.

Dilling opened his mouth. “Me, are you overstretched?”

Hyde stared at him. “Do you think you’re hungry?”

“…” Actually he never thought about it. “How is Saint-Sauveur?”

“Go home or stay to help you celebrate?”

celebration?

Dilling’s eyes lightened. “So we won?”

Hyde said: “Spiritual overdraft really affects intelligence. If you continue to ask such stupid questions, I can’t guarantee that you will be thrown away from here.”

Dilling said: “Could you ask another one?”

Hyde was undecided.

“What about Soso and Raymond?”

“gone back.”

“Where to go?” Dilling has been ups and downs ever since he woke up.

“St. Paders.”

“But,” Dillin raised his hand, and pointed his soft fingers at him and said to himself, “Why are we still there?”

As soon as his voice fell, he found himself being sent to the open space behind the hotel by a warm wind.

Starry sky.

But the wind was cold.

Heidein’s voice came from the window upstairs. “I only allow you to ask one more stupid question. You are over the amount.”

Dilling tremblingly returned to the room with the help of the hotel waiter. In the process, he inquired that the teachers and students of Saint-Pades went back the next day after the game. It seemed that something was wrong. While he was in a coma, Hyde stayed to take care of him.

Although thinking like this is a bit embarrassing, Dilling sincerely feels that if Soso or Raymond remained, his body should recover faster.

Heidein did not wait for him in the room.

Dilling climbed into bed, lay down again, and continued to sleep.

He had to recover as quickly as possible, so it was really hard to have a meal without a meal, and occasionally he could not eat enough.

In the early morning of the next day, Dilling got up, listening to the sound of birds outside the window, and felt that his body had recovered 50% to 60%. Although weak and dizzy, everyday life is not a problem.

The first thing after he was free to move was to go downstairs and ask for two big bowls of corn puree.

After drinking the soup, he turned his head contentedly, and saw Heidein descend from the stairs. “Teacher.” He stood up against the table.

“Can you go?” Hyde asked.

“Hmm …” Dilling answered slightly hesitantly, seemingly afraid of any task or errand.

“That’s it.” Hyde checked out at the front desk because he had lost two gold coins, and then strode out regardless of Dilling’s restless expression.

Dilling had to follow heavy steps behind him.

There was no ox cart in memory outside the door, but an ordinary horse cart that was rented at first glance approached Shi Hein.

Dilling was quite satisfied.

Riding the carriage first and then the boat, although the road is bumpy, it is not very tired.

He and Hyde got into the carriage one by one, and the coachman sighed and set off.

Dearing that Hyde would continue to pursue the race, he closed his eyes and slept as soon as he got on the bus. Dressed up, he really fell asleep. When you wake up, the sun is going down. He looked at the strange road outside the car and was surprised: “This is not the way to come.”

“Ok.”

“Where are we going?” There was only one way from Sunrisga to Saint-Pades.

“Walk around casually,” Hyde said, closing his eyes and refusing to continue talking.

Dilling: “…”

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