Raising Octopus Juvenile

"who are you talking to?"

The man stood in the dark night, with a beautiful face with a seemingly nonchalant smile, and his calm gaze fell on Cecil's body, like looking at it, but also like looking at it.

Cecil paused slightly, and then also raised a soft smile. She tilted her head, her pure white curly hair hanging from her neck, with a faint halo and soft curls.

"Did I speak just now?"

Marty looked at her quietly, and deep light slowly floated into her shallow aqua blue eyes.

Cecil looked back at him without shy, his eyes calm and calm.

"No, I should have heard it wrong." After a brief silence, Marty smiled gently and stretched out a hand to her sideways, "Come on, we have to speed up."

Cecil's expression remained unchanged, lifted the skirt, and walked quickly towards him.

They walked into the dark forest together.

The three of Cecil left.

In the desolate and gloomy fishing village, there are only piles of mermaid carcasses, as well as some mermaid and snail girls who escaped the flames and guns and survived fortunately.

Their violent eyeballs stared straight at the back of the girl who disappeared into the darkness, and the swollen body slowly dragged on the mud ground, one after the other, like a pilgrim walking forward piously and eagerly.

In the heavy sound, the body of the little octopus gradually emerged.

It is not a small, cute little octopus with a round head, but a huge, oppressive giant monster like a hill.

He hung down thick and flexible pitch-black tentacles, overwhelming the sky, surging silently, and shrouded a dark black shadow above the lingering mermaid school.

A biting, creepy coldness swept across the area instantly, like a tide invading, the remaining mermaid and snail girl suddenly fell on their heads, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

They tremble all over, they howl frantically, they want to escape here desperately.

But it was too late.

The full moon hung high, and silver stars fell on the tentacles entangled like black clouds. Countless green eyes emerged from the monster's body. They slowly turned, and the black vertical line in the center of the pupil was hideous and sharp, revealing an almost monster scarlet.

The eyeballs moved downward, the vertical pupils flickered, and there was a clammy and gloomy rubbing sound in the darkness.

The mermaid and the snail girl lying in the mud could no longer move. A large amount of tear-like liquid rushed down from their eye sockets. Their brains buzzed, and their torn throats made whimpers and roars that looked like crying and laughing.

Like a nasty teasing, the tentacles did not strangle them quickly, but lifted them up one by one, and then twisted and tightened them a little bit.

In the deserted and gloomy village, the chilly breath spread silently.

And in this deathly breath, the cold moon shone brightly, and the tentacles danced wildly.

The screams and blood continued endlessly.

The three of Cecil quickened their pace in the forest, relying on the memory of the time they came, and actually recovered the carriage that Alex had fallen.

"It's my carriage!" Alex looked through the moonlight to see the family crest on the carriage and ran over in surprise.

"Get up quickly." Cecil urged unceremoniously.

The three of them got on Alex's carriage together. With Alex as the coachman, Cecil distinguished the direction based on Marty's compass, and a group of people drove towards the royal capital under the guidance of the compass.

So far, the crisis is temporarily lifted. Although the little octopus has not caught up, Cecil is not very worried.

He could even catch up with the distance from Levitt's mansion to the fishing village, not to mention the distance now. Now it is estimated that he is still eating, the opportunity is rare, let him have a good time.

Cecil did not sympathize with the mermaid and the snail girl, after all, either they were eaten or she was eaten.

She rubbed her temples, stretched her eyebrows, and sighed tiredly. Marty, who was sitting opposite, glanced at her and asked gently, "Are you tired?"

Cecil replied lazily: "It's okay, but the amount of exercise is too much, and I need a little rest."

Marty let out a soft low laugh.

"You are really an interesting girl." He lifted his chin and said with interest, "I think you will at least feel fear and fear after encountering such a thing, at least not the way you are now... calm. manner?"

He raised his eyebrows uncertainly, and the low, melodious tail rose slightly.

In fact, he had never seen a girl like Cecil. Whether it was the indifference when he first saw the mermaid, or the calm counterattack when he was chased by the mermaid later, her reaction was far different from ordinary people, and both made him admire from the bottom of his heart.

Even after that, the fact that he almost gave up his life so coldly made him look different.

He likes people who act decisively like this, not to mention that the other party is still a beautiful and mysterious weak girl.

Attract monsters and kill them.

Such qualities make her look very charming.

Thinking of this, Marty looked at Cecil's eyes brighter, and the smile on the corners of his mouth grew deeper.

Cecil didn't want to discuss himself too much.

She lowered her eyelashes calmly, and said in a flat, ordinary tone: "Alex and I have seen monsters more disgusting than this in the college before, not to mention that Alex has hunted here very early. The mermaid, this small fishing village is nothing to us."

Alex, who was in charge of driving, could not hear their conversation, but he still heard the words "academy" and "monster", and immediately echoed excitedly: "Yes, that monster is more disgusting than the mermaid, and it's ours. Classmates change, can you imagine how horrible it is?"

Matty rubbed his chin and murmured slightly, "Um...I can't imagine, what kind of monster is it?"

Cecil said lightly: "A humanoid maggot with four heads."

Marty: "..."

Alex: "Oh—"

"That is indeed more disgusting than the mermaid." Marty smiled, and took the topic naturally, "You said that the monster was changed by one of your classmates. What is the situation?"

Cecil frowned slightly, wondering if he should tell the story. @Foam

After all, this is not good for the college’s reputation, and St. Edmund’s College is still blocking this news from the outside world.

But obviously, some people will not consider this layer.

"It's a student in our college, a very ordinary person. I have also attended classes with him." Alex, who can't hide the secret, has already started. While driving the carriage, he showed a slightly complicated expression. "It's the magic word class I hate the most, so I don't have a good impression of him either."

Cecil: "..."

Keene, who is just taking the same class as you, will be hated by you, and your dislike range is too wide.

Maybe it was the process of Marty's killing of the mermaid that left a good impression on Alex, or maybe it was too dark outside the carriage, and he was a little scared alone.

Under this premise, Alex could not wait to open the floodgates and tell Keane's incident in detail.

"The student suddenly disappeared a while ago, and he was nowhere to be found in the college. As a result, a few days later, he came back by himself, and continued to attend class as if nothing had happened." Alex paused. "But we all felt that something went wrong in his mind, and even the deputy dean's ecological park dared to sneak into it..."

Marty raised her eyebrows slightly and said curiously: "Ecological Garden?"

"It's a place to nurture magical creatures. It doesn't matter." Alex continued, "After that, he became more and more abnormal. Until the night of the ball, he suddenly chased Cecil into the auditorium. , With four bleeding heads on his head..."

"Chasing Cecil?" Marty grasped this point keenly, raising his eyes to the snow-haired girl sitting on the opposite side.

Cecil spoke calmly: "I happened to be outside the auditorium that night."

"It turned out to be like this." Marty smiled thoughtfully, her eyes gleaming with scattered light under the radiance of the candlelight.

I don't know if it's psychologically gloomy, Cecil always feels that this person's smile implies deep meaning.

She didn't want to extend this unpleasant topic anymore, so she lowered her eyelashes and quietly turned her head to look out the window.

A small, imperceptible black tentacled suddenly appeared in the darkness outside the window, curled up, slowly climbing the window frame, and quietly entered her sight.

Cecil opened his eyes slightly.

It's a little octopus. It seems that he has finished eating.

In the rustling evening breeze, the tentacles of the little octopus became transparent little by little. Cecil intently watched him disappear, and soon the smooth and cold touch returned to her smooth arms.

She actually felt a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

"Cecile?" Marty called her name softly, her handsome face revealing faint concern.

Cecil retracted his gaze and smiled at him: "What's the matter?"

"Sorry, does it remind you of bad memories?" Marty said apologetically. "Actually, I'm just a little curious. If you don't like it, we can talk about something else."

Fortunately, he didn't notice the little octopus.

Cecil secretly relieved and changed the subject: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking, we should be about to get out of this forest."

Hearing that, when driving, Ericston said excitedly: "Really?"

Thankfully, he is just a pampered young master. He has always opened his mouth to stretch out his hands. Today, he suddenly confronted so many terrible monsters, and let him act as a carriage driver. He has never done such a job. It is true. It's too bitter...

Poor Alex was exhausted physically and mentally. Hearing Cecil's words at this time, unlimited hope suddenly appeared in his heart.

Cecil nodded and stretched out his hand to look out the carriage window: "Look there, you can already see the vague steam, indicating that we are close to the edge of the capital."

Marty looked in the direction she was pointing. Above the dark woods, a thin wisp of white steam is faintly visible, and the smoke is lingering, adding a vivid industrial atmosphere to the dark night.

He smiled and said admiringly: "Indeed, you observe very carefully."

Why does this person always praise her...

Cecil pursed his lips and stopped talking.

When he heard the news, Ericston rallied, flicked his long whip, and drove the carriage harder. As Cecil speculated, it didn't take long before they finally left the forest and drove into the tall and magnificent city gate.

It was late at night, and the wide streets were empty. Marty decided to part with them here, so he asked Alex to stop the carriage, then pulled the opening curtain, and jumped off the carriage neatly.

Marty stood in front of the carriage window and tapped twice. Cecil in the carriage heard the movement and slowly opened the curtain.

"I'm going back. It should be a wonderful fate to know you tonight." He chuckled, then raised his right hand and opened his palm to Cecil.

The exquisite and beautiful bronze compass lay quietly on the palm of his hand, gleaming with gold under the moonlight.

Cecil looked at him unknownly, his long eyelashes flickering.

Marty looked at her, the corners of her lips curled up slightly. His light blonde hair curled down over his shoulders, gleaming with a soft halo in the dark, just like his expression at this time.

"This compass is for you, and I look forward to our next meeting." His voice is soft and elegant. At this time, such a whispered statement is even more beautiful and charming.

Cecil was startled.

Although she also thinks Marty is a good person... But isn't this compass a treasure left by his grandfather? Is it really okay to give it to her casually like this?

She did not ask the doubts in her heart, but Marty had already guessed what she was thinking.

He smiled indifferently, his beautiful and deep face revealing his innate casualness and laziness: "It's just a compass, not as important as you think."

"What's more, we are now friends who live and die together. It's normal to give a little gift between friends, right?"

Cecil was speechless for a moment, and Alex couldn't help but interject: "Then why don't you send me away?"

Marty looked at him slightly, "Didn't I give you the handkerchief?"

Alex: "..."

It's all up to this point, and it's a bit twitchy if you don't accept it.

Cecil thought for a while, carefully took this extraordinary compass, then raised his eyes to Marty, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I will give you a gift when I meet next time."

Marty smiled softly: "Then I am looking forward to your gift."

After he finished speaking, he leaned slightly to say goodbye, then put his jacket on his shoulders, turned and waved, and walked away leisurely, gradually disappearing into the night.

Marty left, leaving only Cecil and Alex in the carriage.

Alex looked at the compass in Cecil's hand and said with a serious face: "Even my grandfather's relics are given to you. This Marty must be trying to hook you."

Cecil said calmly: "It's just an old compass."

"It's just an old compass?" Alex raised his fiery eyebrows, and raised the volume strangely. "This is his grandfather's relic. You see how much he treasured this compass when he was in the woods. At that time, he didn't Say this is'just an old compass'."

That's right, but the tone of Alex's tone made Cecil feel uncomfortable for a while.

Putting the compass in her small shoulder bag, she squinted at Alex and said coolly: "Then why did you give him your sacred spar gun? Do you want to hook him?"

Alex: "..."

The red-haired young master's face flushed instantly.

"I did it to save my life!" he argued unconvincingly.

"Oh—" Cecil curled his lips with ease. "So you lost your weapon in order to save your life. I wonder if Lena will be interested in this story?"

"You!" Alex was put to death by her, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, he just hummed and got back into the front seat of the carriage, continuing to be an honest coachman.

The carriage drove from the main road in front of the city gate to Levitt Manor at the other end of the capital. The moment the carriage stopped, Cecil heard noisy voices outside.

"I'm back, I'm back, the little lady is back!" The maids looked forward to it, and cried excitedly when they saw the carriage.

"Are you sure it's Cecil? Did you see it?" A clear and sweet young man's voice immediately sounded, speaking at a slightly faster speed, with a faint eagerness and worry in his calmness.

"No, but it's Odis’s carriage..."

"Odis home?"

Someone approached quickly outside the carriage, and before Cecil got off the carriage, the dark blue curtain was lifted.

The tall, blond young man with Qingjun was standing outside the carriage, his back was straight and taut. After seeing the girl behind the curtain, his pupils shrank slightly and he almost forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Brother..." Cecil whispered weakly.

Arnold didn't say a word, and deep and complicated emotions surged in those azure blue eyes.

The next second, he suddenly took a step forward.

He hugged her tightly.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the world returned to absolute silence.

"...Brother?" Cecil raised his hand hesitantly and tentatively touched his soft blond hair.

"Cecile...where did you go?"

Arnold's muffled voice came from the back of her neck, and it sounded a faint nasal sound.

Oops, shouldn't he be crying?

Cecilton panicked. She hurriedly wanted to look at Arnold’s face, but did not dare to push him away, so she explained in a low voice: "Alex and I are going to catch a mermaid..."

"Alex?" Arnold's voice suddenly fell cold. "Is it the Alex from Otis?"

The named Alex swallowed nervously and poked his head out of the front seat of the carriage: "Well, good evening, Lord Arnold..."

Arnold gently lifted Cecil out of the wagon, then turned to look at Alex.

The blond youth looked cold in the night, and his always gentle and perfect expression became extremely gloomy at this time.

"You took my sister out?"

Who would dare to take her out? She is going to do it herself!

Alex felt so wronged, he shook his head and clarified: "No, no, it has nothing to do with me, she proposed to catch a mermaid..."

"She suggested, and you took her there?" Arnold asked Alex in a deep voice with a cold look, "Have you never thought about the consequences?"

Alex couldn't argue, his small face wrinkled nervously, and his white forehead began to sweat: "I, I don't know there will be so many mermaids..."

Arnold: "What did you say?"

"I, I, I... I'll go home first, see you Cecil!"

Alex was stared at by Arnold so that his hairs stood upright, and he couldn't care about anything anymore, and he drove away as if he left these words behind.

Only Cecil and Arnold were left in front of the gate of the mansion. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other servants had returned to their positions before Alex slipped away, one by one running faster than Alex. .

The surroundings were quiet and dead, except for the sound of the wind in the middle of the night, nothing happened.

Cecil lifted his eyes secretly and saw Arnold still tightening his thin lips without saying a word.

He was angry.

Cecil's heart was pounding, and she lowered her eyes as if evasive, not daring to say a word.

After a long time, Arnold finally moved.

First, he carefully and silently checked Cecil's whole body up and down. Fearing that he would find the burned skin on the back of his hand, Cecil secretly retracted his hand into his sleeve.

Fortunately, he didn't notice.

Arnold still didn't speak, but lowered his eyes and took Cecil's hand, pulling her into the mansion silently all the way.

Cecil obediently let him lead.

They returned to Cecil's own room.

The light in the room was always on, and the books on the table showed signs of being turned over.

Cecil guessed that Arnold had been waiting for her to come back in her room, but he couldn't help but go out to find her after he didn't wait.

She felt more guilty, and her hands hanging on the sides of her legs were twisted uncomfortably.

She grew up so much, and it was the first time she saw Arnold so angry.

It was terrible, a hundred times more terrifying than Daddy's anger.

Just as Cecil was wondering how to break the silence first, Arnold said nonchalantly: "Cecile."

Cecil immediately raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Arnold looked at her obscurely, his voice as soft as a slowly flowing lake.

"That Alex, is it true?"

"..."

Cecil was too frightened to admit it.

But she was even more afraid that she would hurt Alex by throwing the pot around. After all, Arnold was really terrible just now.

...Forget it, admit it, Alex has been unlucky enough.

Cecil swallowed his fate, then blinked his eyelashes, and replied in a low and timid voice, "Well, it's true. I insisted on pulling him to catch the mermaid, it has nothing to do with him..."

The girl's face was bright and white, and her eyes were clear and soft. When she spoke, her lips closed and her voice was low and soft, whimpering like a kitten.

Arnold stared at her intently, the fierce heartbeat that couldn't calm down anyway.

After learning that Cecil had not returned all night, he felt fear for the first time.

He was very scared, terribly scared.

He was afraid that Cecil would suddenly disappear like Keane, and that she would never come back.

Then he would look for her all over the world until he died.

When he thought of this, he felt that his heart was about to stop.

And Cecil was still talking for another man.

As if unbearable, Arnold took a deep, deep breath, then fixedly looked at Cecil and spoke slowly:

"So you never considered how I feel?"

There was a bit of forbearance and fragility in the always gentle voice.