【Fire Burial】Resonance

Chapter 6

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"So you really want to find me." W turned from behind a dilapidated wall, "I thought you dialed the wrong number."

The former mercenary crouched on the rock, the knife beside him.Judging by the chaos, the sword master seemed to have been waiting for a long time.The smoke was lingering, blurring the edges and corners of his rigid face.

"You're late." Yan Ke didn't reply.

"Are you sure?" W folded his arms and pretended to be angry, "I'm extremely punctual today, sir."

Her acting is nothing new.Yan Ke lacked the patience and enthusiasm to be an audience, and was too lazy to counter her illogical theories.He raised his hand and threw the carton to the rear right. w caught it easily.

"Are you smoking?" White mist flowed from between his lips and teeth.

"Of course." W laughed, holding the cigarette skillfully with his white teeth.She paced to the front of the handsome man, touched the cigarette butt lightly, "Bring me a fire."

The swordsman threw an eye knife.

"Please," w said with a half-true reproach, "since you asked me out, don't be so confused."

"I'm starting to feel like this is the dumbest decision I've made this year."

"Stupid than joining Rhodes Island?"

"Not much fun, mercenary. If you're still going to leave unscathed, try not to piss me off."

W shrugged, found a rock near him and sat down, his toes stretched out.

"What a bad temper," she commented. "What do you want me to do? Reminisce? Or are you finally ready to surrender to me?"

"Since you're here, don't talk too much to spoil your interest." The mercenary retaliated.

"You bypassed Rhode Island's communication network at five o'clock in the morning and contacted my private number," w said, "and I sacrificed my sleep to travel thousands of miles to meet the appointment. If you say that your purpose is to make me fight with you One, and I'll blast you into a puddle of mud with grenades in no time."

The swordsman squeezed out a muffled laugh.

w Kick off loose clods with the heel of your shoe.

"Say something, Flamingo."

Yan Ke wiped his fingertips.His proficient Originium skills allowed him to easily gather a cluster of dancing flames at his fingertips.He stretched out his hand to his old friend, and said impatiently, "Hurry up."

"It's almost there."

W leaned forward with a smile.

Serena frowned tightly.

They are in the isolation room.Solid colors hurt the retina, and white noise plays soothingly in the background.This is the only place in Rhode Island that can completely shield the spiritual link.

"I still don't advise you to do this," she said heavily. "I'm a scientist and a doctor. I can't allow the person I'm responsible to use his life as a joke."

"I'm not kidding. I can't control it," said the Undertaker. "The resonance can be extremely inconvenient for mission execution."

"I would like to remind you that the link is not that simple." Seliya said, "In principle, the spiritual link is the natural connection between the sentinel and the guide. Forcibly unbinding and breaking the law will inevitably have unpredictable consequences."

"I don't know what caused your spiritual union." Perhaps realizing that her admonition was too harsh, Saria slightly lowered her voice, "But a pure spiritual union is not as stable as a physical union, and it lacks stability. It will disappear sooner or later."

"How long will it take?" the undertaker asked.

"Wait." Saria replied, "The doctor granted you a long vacation, there is no rush."

"No. It's not just about me." The mourner said calmly, "I accepted the entrustment of Yanke Operator."

"...Huh?" Serena was slightly startled.

"We talked about it." Fortunately, the undertaker is not the type who is willing to deliberately show off, he said bluntly, "—he promised me that he would not hurt the doctor, and I promised him that he would not 'peek' at his brain. It depends on the status quo , I mark this delegation as the highest priority."

The reloaded operator who abided by the rules suddenly lost his temper, and glanced at the vampire next to him for help.

But Lucille finally gave up chewing on the pen holder.She drank too many carbonated drinks in the afternoon, and felt the gas in her stomach gurgling up.Gorefiend pressed her throat through the skin, and it sounded like she had just gained ten pounds.

"...You can't be sure what he's telling the truth." She hesitated to find the most convincing excuse, "Sarkaz's mercenaries' resumes are not impressive."

The undertaker shook his head disapprovingly.

"This is an agreement I reached with the Yanke operator, and I have not completed the regulations. According to the agreement, if he does something to the doctor, it is also my problem."

Serena looked at him.The former director of the defense department took off his combat uniform, and now he is wearing casual clothes and a white coat. He is as steady and persistent as usual, like a shield that cannot fall down.

She sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry," Saria said.

"Oh," w whistled briskly, "you mean soul mate?"

"I was talking about snoopers," Flame corrected her.

"Haha, you don't like it?" W threw up and caught the grenade, and asked, "You were in a hurry that day, wasn't it because of your appointment to Sakota?"

Yan Ke swept across her face sullenly, and grabbed the handle of the knife.The flames illuminated the pitch-black blade.

"Do you want to fight me, mercenary?" he said in a low voice, "I don't mind beheading you here."

"Come on," w fiddled with the grenade's pull ring without feeling nervous at all, "that's not our purpose. I'm tired and sleepy, and I don't plan to waste extra energy with you."

Yanke snorted coldly.

The sudden high temperature calmed down.The wind was still for a moment.

"How does it feel?"

Yan Ke looked at her inexplicably and vigilantly, "What did you say?"

"Interesting?" She asked in a persuasive tone, looked at him carefully for a long time, then suddenly giggled, "The link?"

"Look at you——look at you, mercenary." She squeezed her fingers far away, pretending to hold Yan Ke's face full of ore crystals.An ominous snake dwells in Sarkaz's red eyes, "gloomy, full of thoughts, secretive about the past. Remember what you said to me at the beginning? "Ambush, everyone died, I survived"— — "There's nothing to say". Tell me, how does it feel to be watched live?"

Yan Ke's suddenly sinking expression pleased her. Miss W couldn't stop laughing, almost dancing.

"You're getting carried away," Flame said.

"Me? No, no—it's you who should be proud and happy, Yanke." She chirped, "Describe it to me, how does it feel? You are like the companions of the Thebes Saints on the battlefield." ?"

Yanke didn't speak.

"Ah—of course not. I know. Let me guess, swordsman, my old friend." She rose flirtatiously at the end of the sentence, drawing out a sneering coda. "You're shocked, you're angry, you think it's all absurd and inexcusable. You're even a little terrified. You can't hide things. You're seen through, mercenary. He's in your head."

W pointed to his temples, spread his arms and laughed, momentarily insane like a mental patient.

The ore should have pressed her brain nerves.Yanke thought coldly.

"You have a winged Sakota on the other side of your head." The young woman turned to look at him, her voice sweet and vicious, "Pray, kiss the cross, maybe take a bath before reading the Bible. The pious Mr. Angel, I'm afraid his god would make such a joke on him, right? How romantic and pitiful it is to communicate with a demon—"

click.

The Blademaster's weapon rested on her neck.

"You can say one more thing." Yanke spoke coldly, "—just be careful with your tongue."

"Kelsey will lose her temper again when she finds out." But Lucille said helplessly, "You guys are really good at angering doctors, aren't you?"

"That was not my intention," said the undertaker.

"Obviously," the engineer asked, "but I can't turn you back, am I right?"

"This link is wrong." The undertaker replied calmly, "We must correct the mistake, and on this point I have reached a consensus with the Yankee operator."

Sakota's back was straight.Without the cover of his baggy coat, he looked too pale and thin.A knife wound left by a mercenary on his left arm has not yet healed, and blood slowly seeps out from under the gauze.

"Sometimes you really don't know what to do." The engineer murmured, focusing on the haggard circle of light blue under the angel's eyes.There is a warm, living imprint. "I can't help. When your brain is made of flesh and not parts, I'm powerless—it's not my area of ​​expertise, after all."

She was silent for a moment, showing a wry smile of relief.

"Serea will be a good teacher." But Lucille stood up and patted the shoulder of the undertaker, not knowing whether the words were comforting the undertaker or herself, "I wish you all good luck."

"Thank you," said the undertaker.

But Lucille nodded slightly, and left the pure white isolation room.

w raised his arm.

"Okay, okay, I surrender," she joked, "You're much calmer, mercenary."

"You're as annoying as ever," Flame said.

"I'm just chasing fun." W said softly, "like you chasing the battlefield."

"The taste is bad." Yan Ke brushed her off, and said lightly, "The flies are just around the carrion."

"Be warned, you could live longer if you spoke kindly to the ladies."

"I don't need this to prolong my life," said Flame, sheathing his knife.

"Is that the end?" w tilted his head.

"You won't say it." Yan Ke said coldly.

w laughed.

"I won't. You and I are both trustworthy people, not to mention that I charged enough hush money."

"That's the best." Yanke turned his back without hesitation, waved his hands sloppily, "Let's go."

"Wait." W stopped him, "One last question."

Yan Ke took back his steps, gave her a little peripheral vision, and motioned her to continue.

"Your heartbeat is steady, which means you're not angry." W said, "Then, was it out of the sentry's nature to draw the knife on me just now?"

Yan Ke frowned, "What nature?"

"Protect the guide. Protect the partner." She straightened her collar and said calmly, "I've heard some—"

--go out!

The scolding exploded in Yanke's head like a thunderbolt.

Don't look, you shouldn't-

"Hi, are you okay?"

Yanke turned a deaf ear to her question. w saw the mercenary clenching his teeth, tightening his facial muscles, and flowing cold sweat, as if he was restraining some kind of deep, severe pain.

...God.

A century passed before the voice reappeared.

trembling.Trance.regret.

I... no,... no.

That was not Sakota's voice.