诡秘之主中英 137(4)

“Draw your sword, Derrick. This is a show of respect for your parents.
 “拔起你的剑，戴里克，这是对你父母的尊敬。”
“After this, when you have calmed down, you can try becoming a Divine Blood Warrior.”
 “之后，等你平静下来，你就可以尝试成为神血战士了。”
In the coffin, Berg tried to speak, but he could only let out a groan after his chest heaved several times.
棺材里的伯格想要开口，可胸部起伏了几下后，只能发出荷荷荷的声音
Derrick took several steps forward with great difficulty, returning to the side of the silver sword. He extended his shivering right hand.

 戴里克艰难地迈步，回到了银色直剑的旁边，颤抖着伸出了右手。
His brain registered the cold touch of the metal, causing him to recall the Blood Ice his father brought back when he went hunting. Blood Ice the size of a mere palm was enough to keep his home cool for a few days.
 冰凉的触感传入他的大脑，让他一下想起了父亲外出狩猎时带回来的血冰，仅仅手掌大小的一块就能让房间凉爽好几天。
Images flashed past his eyes—his stern father teaching sword techniques, his friendly father patting away the dust on his back, his gentle mother mending his clothes, his brave mother stepping in front of him when they encountered a mutated（变异） monster, and finally, his family huddling in front of a flickering candle and sharing food…