【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(11)
“Just different.” Father finished tying the bandages around Wilbur’s leg and smiled at him. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
He never had.
But it wasn’t Father standing before Wilbur today.
“Well?” Technoblade said, gesturing to the heavy chest in the corner. “We’re burning daylight here, little prince. Hurry up.”
Wilbur blinked again. “Sorry, but how did I…?”
Technoblade stared at him quietly as they both waited for Wilbur to finish his sentence. His eyes are red, Wilbur noted distantly, even as he struggled to remember anything else. He could not recall falling asleep, or waking up, or walking down to meet his new tutor for their first lesson.
“Well?” Technoblade prodded.
Wilbur shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. What are we, um, learning today?”
Technoblade cocked his head to the side, unimpressed. His hair had been pulled into a braid so tight that it hurt Wilbur’s scalp by proxy. “Philza said you were crap at fencing.”
Wilbur grimaced as he walked over to the chest, kneeling to filter through its contents. “That’s one way of saying it.” He picked up one of the swords, and turned to Technoblade, who’d apparently brought his own weapon: a wicked-looking broadsword with a ruby-encrusted hilt. “I’m a bit better at long-ranged weapons, if you were wondering.”
He never had.
But it wasn’t Father standing before Wilbur today.
“Well?” Technoblade said, gesturing to the heavy chest in the corner. “We’re burning daylight here, little prince. Hurry up.”
Wilbur blinked again. “Sorry, but how did I…?”
Technoblade stared at him quietly as they both waited for Wilbur to finish his sentence. His eyes are red, Wilbur noted distantly, even as he struggled to remember anything else. He could not recall falling asleep, or waking up, or walking down to meet his new tutor for their first lesson.
“Well?” Technoblade prodded.
Wilbur shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. What are we, um, learning today?”
Technoblade cocked his head to the side, unimpressed. His hair had been pulled into a braid so tight that it hurt Wilbur’s scalp by proxy. “Philza said you were crap at fencing.”
Wilbur grimaced as he walked over to the chest, kneeling to filter through its contents. “That’s one way of saying it.” He picked up one of the swords, and turned to Technoblade, who’d apparently brought his own weapon: a wicked-looking broadsword with a ruby-encrusted hilt. “I’m a bit better at long-ranged weapons, if you were wondering.”
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