After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

"Yes." Sierra nodded.

"I want to take away 80% of the profits." As soon as Robinson finished speaking, Eric strongly objected. "This won't make much money for Sierra."

"I agree." Sierra agreed readily. Originally, this was also an emotional bond between her and Eric, so it didn't matter if it was less or more.

"Compared with you, the cost I paid is only a few gold coins, and the distribution is reasonable."

"It's unreasonable, Sierra." Robinson said proactively: "But we need this money to deal with a child who is about to be born. No one knows what disaster will happen in the future. We must be fully prepared."

The joyful bonfire party became quiet due to the heavy topic. Everyone's eyes turned to Greni invariably. She lowered her head and caressed her belly, which was not yet swollen, showing maternal love and worry.

Sierra was emboldened by the drink, "Can I ask? Eric didn't tell me before."

"you say."

"Men in this tribe can take off their clothes and go directly to the beauty pageant to win the bodybuilding championship." Serra held up her chin and asked: "Why are you so worried about this unborn child? Going to the hospital to deliver the baby can solve a lot of troubles."

Everyone turned their attention to Robinson again, wanting to hear his explanation.

Robinson's voice was deep, and his words were so silent that he wanted to hurt everyone's heart:

"There have always been very few people in our tribe. On the day Eric was born, his mother died of a massive hemorrhage. Her body was almost broken in half during delivery. Since then, no one has been pregnant again."

Greni's pregnancy was an accident.

Sera thought about many possibilities, but she didn't consider this. She was stunned.

There is no content about Eric's mother in the world of the novel or the plot of the game whose memory has been blurred.

"Difficult labor?" She asked in a low voice. A strong arm was pressed on her shoulder. Eric gently pressed his forehead against her back, and his mood plummeted.

"In difficult labor, we need to protect not only the baby, but also the mother." Robinson said: "We need to spend money to pay for the best doctors, buy the best drugs, and have surgeries that can be performed at any time to save the mother and the child."

Greni was human, Serra thought almost immediately.

The combination of humans and werewolves, so childbirth will be a hundred times more difficult than ordinary people. This is not a species at all, it is a hybrid.

"We can get rid of it before the dust settles." Gale felt guilty and painful.

When Greni heard his words, she was like a hedgehog exploding its thorns, "No way! I thought we had already discussed it!"

Sierra pursed her lips, interrupting the bad mood they were about to quarrel with, "I shouldn't have asked this question, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you have the right to refuse us, and I have the obligation to tell you the reason why I did this." Robinson glanced at Eric, who was leaning his head behind Sierra, and his deep tone changed and became relaxed, "I It’s still nice to have you as a guest, we rarely have guests.”

"Thanks."

After Robinson sat by the campfire for a while, Gale pushed him away.

The atmosphere became lively again, and Eric endured the pain of remembering, "Now you know everything."

"What do you know?" Sierra tilted her head.

"My past." Eric took back the hand that was pressing on her shoulder, stood up and took another bottle of dark beer and poured it into his mouth. The bubbles of wine flowed down the corners of his lips, slid down his throat as he kept swallowing, and dripped onto his clothes. In the collar.

Seeing that he was feeling uncomfortable, Sierra glanced at the unfinished wine at her feet and thought for a moment, then picked it up and poured it into her mouth.

By the time Eric found and took the wine from her hand, most of it was already gone, and Sierra couldn't help but let out a wine burp.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked.

She asked the wrong question and had to fix it.

"Do you know what this is called?" Sierra raised her face, her cheeks looking red from the fire.

"What?" Eric squatted down in front of her, looking like he was listening carefully.

"Drink away your sorrows."

Sierra leaned over and hugged his neck, staring into those clear and sad deep eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry for hurting you tonight."

She was so close that her breath smelled of wine.

Eric smiled and tried to be as calm as possible, "I should take the initiative to confess to you, although it is not a glorious thing. I killed my mother right after I was born."

"That's not the case Eric." Sierra took his bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, expressing her opinion:

"Not every mother is willing to sacrifice her own life for the safety of her children, but your mother must love you to be willing to take risks. Things are unpredictable. This is just a tragedy that no one wants to see. It is definitely not your responsibility. To bear the inexplicable guilt."

Eric bit the wine bottle and stared at the girl's gentle and encouraging face for a long time. He took the bottle and drank the remaining wine inside, and whispered: "Maybe it's what you said."

"That's what I said."

Sierra stood up and went to get two more bottles of dark beer.

"You'll get drunk." Eric reminded.

"Don't you mean bonfire night? I want to drink some more."

Sierra pulled him up, holding the opened wine in one hand, and hugged his neck with the other, her lips almost touching his jaw, "Can you dance? Eric."

Eric put his arm around her waist and asked, "Two drunkards dancing?"

"No?" Sierra looked at his rolling Adam's apple and chuckled, "Or are you saying you don't know how?"

"Of course I will." Eric hugged her tightly and lifted her up easily, and the toes of her shoes stepped on the instep of his feet.

He lowered his head and a silent smile spread throughout his body, "But to prevent your poor skills from stepping on you, just follow my rhythm. There is no music anyway."

Under the black night sky, many red and orange sparks gradually appeared from the bonfire. The drunken Jem sang a unique tribal song in the open space, which was a language that Sera could not understand.

She was indeed a little drunk, wrapped in Eric's hot body temperature, and the wine bottle she held in one hand was empty while dancing.

They just circled around the campfire as if no one was watching, circling and hugging one after another. Eric didn't know when he took off his shirt because of the heat.

Sierra put her head on his shoulder and muttered, "Eric, are you always this hot?"

"Family inheritance." Eric took her empty wine bottle and threw it into the wooden box not far away with his accuracy.

"You drank too much." He held her waist and forced her to stand on the ground, "Shall I take you to Fanny's to sleep?"

Sierra's head was dizzy, and all she could see in her eyes was Eric's face soaked in the red-orange firelight. His wheat-colored skin was now like a layer of smooth and reflective maroon silk. She touched his chest with her hand. The bulging muscles are a bit greedy.

"It's still early."

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