565 Return

When the black warship docked, the entire port fell silent. Everyone gazed quietly at the sharp silhouette that it cast in the dim light. A strong wind with a strong stinking smell blew from afar.

Lancelot covered his mouth and coughed restrainedly. After a good while, he wiped off the blood between his fingers with a handkerchief.

A low sigh came from beside him. Mephistopheles reached out and handed him a small yet exquisite hand warmer. Lancelot did not refuse. As he held the hand warmer, his face turned slightly more rosy.

"How much longer can you stay outdoors?" Mephistopheles' blind eyes seemed to fall on his chest and look past his clothes at the lungs plagued by an old illness. "I believe that the doctor has told you not to come out."

"There are always exceptions to everything." Lancelot shook his head and stared at the silent dark shadow, murmuring softly, "I really really want to see him."