Chapter 935 (2/2)
Just as he was ready to go back to bed, his whole body suddenly started tre In the corner of his eye, the oatmeal started to turn into a bowl of black water!
Passi's eldest son rubbed his eyes, slowly moved closer to the plate, and carefully lifted the bowl of oatmeal
That was not an illusion, nor was it the shadow of the weak flame The oatmeal had turned black, like some thick ink
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind
Acrobatics troupe, clowns, tricks was all this arranged by that person?
”Yorko said you were an ordinary acrobat Is that true? How did you come to know His Majesty, Roland?”
”It was a coincidence As to why His Majesty would choose me was probably because my acrobatic performance wasn't bad”
”Oh, can you demonstrate it?”
”Ok, I'll perform the simplest trick of the thief who spits ink”
Otto stared blankly at the oater into the bowl! After groping around for a little while, at the tip of his finger, he could feel a rough touch
”How how did this happen? Why did the water suddenly change color?”
”It's not done yet Look at this chiffon Can you see there's nothing on it? Now I' to put it in the water to make it wet and then use the fire to dry it Guess ill happen next?”
”There's nothing, right uh, wait, that's a word?”
”Can you see what's written?”
”Let me see, is thisÖ your name?”
”You're right, Hill Fawkes is my name”
Otto gently pinched that rough item, and slowly pulled it out of the oatmealóit looked almost transparent, and he couldn't tell if it was immersed in the oaters
He held his breath, walked quickly to the candlestick, and spread it out a little
The faint black water ht started to waver
”Hurry hurry hurry hurry up” His heart was shouting anxiously The swaying shadow seemed to come from all directions, and it was as if the black chiffon he held in his hands was the only light in the whole world
At the moment the letter marks appeared, the candle went out
Darkness then engulfed the entire dungeon
Otto could not help but laugh heartily
He pressed down on his tre shoulders and stuffed the chiffon into hisand sed it with the oatmeal
The warh his throat and stoth However, compared to the oatmeal, it was his heart that felt warmest
As he drank the oatmeal silently, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye
His determination was finally worth it
There were only a feords on the chiffon They ritten with beautiful handwriting and gave hi for his childhood
”Don't be afraid I'”