Chapter 62 Chapter 62 We Are Brothers

Nighteyes, it corrects me.My mother named me.I was the last of my siblings to open my eyes. It twitched its nose and sneezed, then looked at the corpses, and I reluctantly followed its eyes.The young man was killed by me, but not with a single blow, and the other two... I kill faster.Nighteyes said calmly.But I don't have ox-like teeth.You have performed quite well among human beings.It stood up and swayed, and I felt cold and warm blood all over my face. I gasped and wiped the blood away, and realized how serious the situation was. You are bleeding. The same to you.He stabbed me after he pulled the knife from you.

let me see. Why? The question hangs in the cold air between us.Night was falling, and the branches overhead were going black in the night sky, and I didn't need a light to see it, and I didn't even need to look at it to feel it.Do you have to see the ear to be sure it's part of your body?Denying Nighteyes was like denying a part of yourself. We are brothers, one pack, I admit it. Yeah? I felt a search and a touch draw my attention back to what I had felt and denied it, but I didn't deny it anymore.I focus on it without distraction.Nighteyes was there, flesh and blood before my eyes, and I didn't run from it.I knew the sword was in its shoulder, and I felt the pain in the spine between the two big muscles.It tucks its paws in front of its chest, and I hesitate, then feel its pain, then hesitate again.However, I decided not to hesitate anymore, but to turn on it like it was before.Total trust is true trust.We're so close, and I'm not sure who had the idea first.It didn't take me long to notice that Nighteyes' vision overlapped mine, making me twice as alert to the world.Its sense of smell and keen sense of hearing tell me that the carrion fox is approaching, and its vision is still sharp in the night light.

Then, the double sensation disappears, and our perceptions become one, fully bound to each other. The cold came, the ground was chilly, and my bones shivered.We found my frosty cloak, and I shook off the frost and snow and put it back on, draping it loosely to avoid touching the wound, then ignoring the wound on my forearm and struggling to drag the mittens back. "We'd better leave." I told it softly. "When we get home, let me wash and bandage both of our wounds, but we have to go in and get warm first." I feel its approval.It walked beside me instead of following me, raised its head and took a deep breath of the fresh air with its nose.The cold wind blew and the snow began to fall.Its nose made me realize that I no longer had to be afraid of the Forged.The air was clear except for the stench of the corpses behind us, which gradually turned into a stench and then mixed with the smell of carrion foxes.

You are wrong, it says.We are not very good at fighting alone.A burst of sly pleasure.Don't you think you were doing well before I came? "Wolves shouldn't hunt alone." I tried to tell it with dignity. It sticks out its tongue at me.Don't be afraid, brother.I'm here. We continued through loose white snow and bare black trees.We are almost home, and it comforts me, and I feel its strength mingling with mine as we plod along. I came to Verity's map room near noon, my forearm tightly bandaged and hidden in a loose sleeve, not serious but painful, and the bite wound between the shoulder and neck did not heal easily because the muscles there Some of them were bitten off and bled profusely.When I looked in the mirror last night and looked at the wound, I almost vomited, and when I cleaned the wound, I bled more, and I felt that a large piece of my flesh disappeared.Well, if Nighteyes hadn't come to my aid, I'd have lost more flesh and blood, and that's an unspeakably disgusting feeling.I applied medicine to the wound, but it didn't seem to be doing very well, so I had to pull up my shirt and tie it up to cover the bandage;I knocked on the door with some apprehension, clearing my throat as it opened.

Charin told me Verity wasn't there, eyes filled with deep concern, and I tried not to be affected. "He can't leave the shipbuilders alone, can he?" Charin shook her head at my good-natured teasing. "No, he's in the Beacon Tower," said the old servant curtly, closing the door slowly as I turned. Ok.Kettricken told me the same, and I tried to forget about that conversation between us.When I stepped onto the beacon tower, I felt a wave of fear.There was no reason for Verity to be in the Beacon Tower at this moment, since this was where he had passed his skills during the summer, when the weather was fine and the robbers were coming.However, there was no reason to stay here in winter, especially today when the wind and snow were heavy, and there was really no reason to stay here, except because of the fatal attraction of the Skill itself.

I've felt that pull, too, I remind myself, as I climb the winding staircase to the top of the Beacon Tower.I have experienced the intoxicating vitality of the Skill, and the words of Garen, the Skill Master, now come to my mind like a painful memory that has been frozen for a long time. "If you are weak," he threatened us, "if you lack concentration and discipline, or allow yourself to indulge in pleasure, instead of controlling the Skill, you will allow the Skill to control you. Learn to deny all enjoyment, and do not let any indulgence tempt you. Next, when you are strong as steel, you may be ready to face the temptation and distraction of the Skill. If you give in, you will lose your mind and become a fool. Big baby drooling in a daze." Then he'd train us with grotesque exploitation and punishment.However, when I faced the joy of Skill, I didn't feel the cheap joy Galen described. Instead, I felt my blood rush and my heart beat faster like when I heard music, or like a clever wild pheasant suddenly flying to the autumn forest. Like, or even as exciting as riding a horse perfectly jumping over a difficult obstacle.At that moment, everything is in balance, integrated for a moment like a flock of birds fluttering and circling.But the good feeling brought to me by the Skill is not short-lived, on the contrary, it lasts according to the individual's tolerance, and becomes stronger and purer as the Skill is perfected, at least I believe so.My own spiritual ability was permanently damaged in a battle of wills with Galen. Although the defenses I built could not be penetrated by Verity with high spiritual ability at any time, my own ability to open outwards Flirtatiously and intermittently like a frightened horse.

I paused for a moment outside Verity's door, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, refusing to allow the spiritual darkness to occupy my mind.Those things are in the past, there is no point in blaming yourself and complaining.I went in without knocking as usual, the noise interrupting Verity's concentration. He shouldn't be transferring skills at this time, but it still does.He opened the shutters and leaned against the sill as the wind and snow blew through the room, ruffling his dark hair, dark blue shirt, and jacket.He breathed deeply and steadily, a rhythm between deep sleep and a runner's rest and breath, seeming to forget himself. "Prince Verity?" I called softly.