Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

"Wait, it seems that someone is coming."

Eli was taken aback by Allen's suspicion and was about to say something, but Hall stopped him.

Facing the four suspicious gazes cast at the same time, Hall explained: "I can sense the movement of the nearby souls, about 20 meters away, someone is walking towards here, and now the distance has been shortened to nineteen. , um, it's eighteen..."

Visitors had to pass a corner to enter this corridor smoothly. Allen and Eli lived in the only two rooms in this corridor.

The other party can only come for them.

After sensing that the other party had entered within ten meters, Hall stopped counting down, but after a moment of silence, he let out a "hmm", the end of which was full of doubts.

"What?" Allen asked.

"That man." Hall lowered his voice, and gave Allen a weird look, "He went to the next room first."

The room next door was the one Alan was supposed to be in.

Since Allen spent most of the night in this room, the next door was of course empty.

Hall looked like an open-eyed announcer, and continued the "live broadcast" and said: "Well, now the other party has opened the door of the next room, maybe he looked in, I feel that he walked two meters in - and then He was coming out of the room at a faster pace, and now he is walking towards this side at a faster pace."

Almost at the same time that Hall's final sound fell, the door rang twice.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Eli glanced at Allen, stood up after the black-haired young man nodded slightly, and went to open the door.

The moment Eli got up, Hall hid his figure again, and disappeared on the small sofa with a faint blue light.

Opening the door with caution and doubts, when he saw the visitor, Eli was stunned: "Herbert?"

Standing outside the door was the silver-haired boy they hadn't seen for several hours.

The boy whose name was called quickly took a step back, with a surprised and vigilant look on his face: "Who are you?!"

The onyx-like pupils stared at the blond young man in front of him. Herbert looked the man in front of him from head to toe, convinced that he did not know this person.

"I am..." Eli remembered his current image. He was thinking about how to explain it, but Herbert didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

The boy saw Alan coming through the gap between the blond youth and the door: "Mr. Wolf."

Knowing the identity of the visitor, Alan walked up to Eli. Before he could speak, Herbert's eyes "nailed" him first, and examined him from head to toe.

The soaked clothes were still in the laundry basket. Allen was still wearing the bathrobe. Since he had just sat on the sofa for a long time, he didn't pay much attention to tidying up when he got up. The belt of the bathrobe was a little loose now, and his The placket that was tightly closed was also half open, revealing a very generous piece of chest.

Herbert stared at Allen's attire for a while, before Allen could speak, he said, "Wait a minute, please let my question take priority."

Allen closed his mouth about asking the boy why he came to visit, and gave up the right to speak.

The silver-haired boy temporarily put aside his original purpose of coming here, his eyes wandered between Allen and the blond man he didn't know, his expression mixed with subtle displeasure and disbelief: "My problem is——you Why not in your own room, who is this, you spent...the night here last night?"

In various senses, I did spend the night here, so Allen nodded frankly: "Yes."

Compared with the calmness of the speaker, the obedient ones reacted fiercely.

Herbert's face immediately changed when he got the answer, while Eli, who lost his undead body and couldn't hide his expression well, looked embarrassed.

The embarrassment that flashed across the blond man's face did not escape Herbert's eyes, so he believed even more that the fact was exactly what he imagined, that Allen had already been with the man in front of him... huh?

Barely pulling back some of his sanity, Herbert suddenly realized that he didn't see the undead skeleton that should have appeared in the room.

This was supposed to be Eli Egbert's room.

After calming down a bit, Herbert had a guess in his mind—he knew that Eli was actually a undead skeleton mutated from a human. Although he had never seen what Eli looked like in human form, he just had blonde hair. The man's voice sounded familiar.

"Teacher." Herbert asked, "Is this..."

"It's Eli." Not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he said earlier, Allen received Herbert's questioning gaze, and he nodded slightly, affirming the other party's guess, "Although we don't know the reason for now Make him change again."

--really!

The guess in his heart was confirmed, but Herbert felt that he seemed to be even more unhappy.

"Alan spent the night in Eli's room with a strange blond man" and "Alan spent the night in Eli's room with Eli himself", these two options are simply different for Herbert. Neither is a good option.

Finding that the boy's expression was hard to describe, Allen asked with concern: "Is there any problem? You don't seem to have a good expression."

—Of course not!

Herbert silently took two deep breaths in his heart, tried his best to adjust his expression back to calm, but there was still some resentment in his voice when he spoke: "No, I'm fine--father has ordered someone to prepare breakfast, I was here to inform You went to dinner together."

breakfast?

Allen was stunned, and he turned his gaze to the window, only to notice that the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was already bright.

They actually just chatted with Hall all night.

"I'll go to the next room to call you first, and come here after I find you're not here." Speaking of this, Herbert's expression was tangled up again, and he remembered what Allen had admitted that Eli and Eli were in the same room. The fact of the night.

Eli kept paying attention to the expression on the silver-haired boy's face. He knew that the other party must have misunderstood something, but it was Alan who said it. Remembering the doubts he had in the bathroom last night, he didn't explain any more.

When you can't take your eyes off someone, you become more sensitive to the people around them.

Eli was pretty sure that Herbert probably had feelings for Allen that went beyond the boundaries of "teacher-student".

So he just smiled very gently when the silver-haired boy looked over.