Chapter 208
2021-11-02
Chapter 208 is even more painfulThe simple camp was established quickly, and the first tent was in the open space The first fire was built, but it was immediately seized by the chief logistics officer. The food was not cooked yet. Igor first boiled a few pots of water in a row. After sending it into the tent, he ran out to sit outside and waited. I really don't know what the hell he is doing.
Fortunately, the construction of the camp and the preparation of dinner took most of the energy of the team members, and no one paid attention to the situation here. Waiting patiently for Arya to take a shower and change her clothes before Igor entered the tent, poured out the dirty water, and threw away the girl's soiled pants.
Feel like a babysitter.
But if the trouble can end like this, it's time to be a babysitter... but it doesn't work as expected. After dinner, Arya muttered that oneself had a stomachache.
"There is no Maester or doctor in the team." Is it a bad stomach or dysmenorrhea? Igor couldn't judge, he scratched his head in annoyance, "I'll get you a hot towel, you oneself will cover it up. Let's go."
This plan didn't let him live for too long. After finishing the dinner and laying the floor, the girl came over again with a sad face: "Master, it's still hurting badly. It's like stabbing me in the stomach with a knife."
"Then what can I do." Igor's scalp was itchy, he resisted the urge to scratch his head, and helplessly spread his hands: "is it possible that I rub it for you? ”
This is a joke, Igor used this sentence to make fun of every time he met a female friend who said that his stomach hurts before crossing the road, but he never really rubbed anyone’s stomach. Arya didn't catch the helplessness and jokes in the sentence - maybe she could, but now she's too sick to think. She stared at Igor with tears in her eyes for a few seconds, then murmured, "Kneading... can it be better, why don't you try it?"
"Why should I try?" Igor rolled the eyes, suspecting that the little disc of oneself is stupid: "Do you have no hands on oneself?"
"Yes...then I will rub it."
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"Well, it seems to be useful."
"That's good, oneself rubbing, I'll go around the camp, you stay in the tent and don't walk around."
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No one is an idiot, the hundred soldiers Robb Stark sent to Igor of course saw that the dozens of extra people in the team were Kingslayer's bodyguards, just the Westerlands People put on black clothed in advance, and always kept a low profile and restraint, and there was no conflict between the two sides along the way.
It's a good phenomenon, but Igor doesn't plan to pin his hopes on the quality and self-awareness of these rough guys. He has always maintained a high degree of vigilance about the situation in the team, lest infighting or turmoil occur.
We arranged the vigil rounds, visited the camp, and communicated with more than 200 people who automatically formed small groups. After fully understanding the psychological dynamics of the members and confirming that there are no uncontrollable internal conflicts in the team... After doing his duty as a "commissar", Sun had already left Western Mountain, and Igor stretched and walked back to the tent.
Arya rarely ran around, sitting on her own bed on the side of the tent, rubbing her stomach with gnashing teeth. Seeing the bitter look on her face, Igor asked with concern: "What, is rubbing your stomach useful?"
The girl was tortured to the point of being powerless, with a face that was not as good as death: "Kneading your belly. It's much better, but it hurts again if you don't rub it."
"Is that so...then rub it." Igor gave the only advice he could give at the moment, and the answer was a few Sickly humming. The man sighed, walked to the other end of the tent, blew the lamp, lay down on oneself's bunk, and put on a blanket to end the day.
He went north to avoid trouble, but it turned out to be quite a bit of trouble... Igor smiled bitterly in the dark, denying the psychological effect of oneself in his mind: compared to offending Renly, the Night's Watch industry may suffer a huge The loss comes, dealing with a bleeding little girl can only be regarded as a small trouble, bear with it, wait until Winterfell, and it will be over.
Turn over and close your eyes. The current time is about seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Before the crossing, this should be the time when the nightlife begins, but in this world where there is nothing, Already unable to do anything but sleep - he remembered the "high fertility in a time without electricity" joke. Relaxing his body and clearing his head, Igor intends to fall asleep as quickly as he has become accustomed to since entering this world, to prepare himself physically for tomorrow morning.
He heard the sound of shredding footsteps, Arya ran up to his bunk, knelt beside him and pushed him: "Master - I can't rub it, you help me rub it. Knead."
"What, let me knead for you?" Igor turned his head: "How much effort does it take to knead my stomach, and I can't knead it?"
"Yes Kneading," Arya said aggrievedly, "but rubbing and rubbing made me sleepy, and then I stopped when I was about to fall asleep, and I woke up again with pain."
"Alas... Too busy!" Igor turned over and didn't intend to pay attention to her: "Go back to oneself's bed, a girl's house, asking a man to rub oneself's belly, what kind of manner!"
"Master, please! Now, I'm so sick that I want to die..." Arya whispered, trying to pull the blanket off Igor's body, and slid inside.
"What the hell." Igor sat up angrily, glaring at the girl, regardless of whether she could see in the dark: "Do you think it's not enough to lie to others that I touched your ass, Now you still want to make a 'I slept with you' out?"
"Master, I was wrong... I promise I will never play that kind of joke with you again." Arya pleaded with tears. Said, "If it hurts like this, I don't want to live anymore——"
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The girl's painful tone doesn't seem to be fake, is it really so painful? Igor frowned suspiciously. Since he had entered North and the temperature at night was extremely low, he quickly lay back in place and covered oneself and Arya with a blanket: "You this girl, can you be a little bit more arrogant? You roll your eyes at me in the morning, and at night. Going into my bed and begging me to rub your stomach again, what's this called!"
"Woo-master, I promise I'll never dare again, I'll listen to what you say in the future!" A girl in her early ten years, facing someone close to her, what kind of backbone does she have? Arya is about to be tortured mad by this endless pain... Who can let her not hurt now, let alone admit mistakes and swear, she will do whatever she asks her to do. He twisted and arched into the man's arms, pressed his back against Igor's chest, grabbed his hand and pulled it to oneself's stomach, forcing him to rub oneself's stomach.
Igor is very troubled, but this is not caused by the bear child seeking death - since it is not her fault, it is inhumane to lose her temper. After thinking about it, she decides to be a little gentler to the girl who is in her period. Be kind. Showing kindness at such a time can be described as providing timely help, and it is an opportunity to brush your favorability. Although I don't know how Arya can help oneself without King's Landing... But no matter what, she will always be Miss Stark.
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Arya's body is cold, as thin as a bamboo pole, and her little hands are even colder. I don't know if it's because of the cold or the pain, but my body is still shaking slightly continuously. Igor held her in his arms, without any thoughts, but a primate's natural sympathy and love for "younger siblings" spontaneously emerged, adjusted the position of his hand, and pressed on her stomach: "Is it this?"
"A little further down."
"This?"
"A further down... umm, that's it!" ' Arya hummed, her voice quickly changing from pain to relief, all shrinking into Igor's arms. The body of an adult male is so stalwart to her, the girl is like a little beast stuck in the mire, completely in Igor's strong arms, all directions are the muscles and skeletons of men, like a big furnace. The ground warmed her originally cold body, and the hand that was pressing on her belly... was warmer than her oneself, and stronger than her oneself, as if it had magic power, just rubbed it a few times. The pain was greatly relieved, and she could not wait to indent into the man's body.
"It's much better... um... don't stop." For the first time, Arya felt so happy without the pain, twisted her body and squeezed into his arms again: "Master - you said This bleeding is normal, and the stomach ache is normal."
"I don't know, it shouldn't be normal. It may be very different depending on the person's physique."
"Wow—" Alia snorted sadly: "Then I must be the most unlucky, I've never heard of anyone who suffers as much as me. Will it still be like this in the future?"
" Bleeding happens once a month, right? I don't know if it hurts. When you get used to it, or if you get a strong body, don't run around all day, it may be better."
"Ah? Come once a month!" Arya seemed to be scared to cry, and her voice changed: "Then I'm still dead...Is there any way to keep it from coming?"
"Yes, Find a man to give you an 'acupuncture', if you have good luck, you will not come again within ten months."
"Acupuncture?" Arya did not understand, "The master...you will have a needle. Is it?"
The irritability was expelled, Igor almost laughed, and rubbed the girl's head with his free hand: "Don't make trouble, go to bed, give you a 'needle' is your future husband power."
Arya, no matter how stupid, understood now. The oneself is so uncomfortable, but the master is still in the mood to joke... She snorted dissatisfiedly, but she did not dare to complain: "I don't want to get married."
"Do you want to get married or not? , I can't control it." Igor has already learned his lesson, so he doesn't mind his own business: "Go back and discuss this with your parents, don't tell the master again, understand?"
"Oh..." said As his parents, Arya quickly remembered another thing: "Master, my father is in King's Landing...should not be okay."
Will he be okay? It depends on the decisions and actions of the three guys, Renly, Stannis and Robb. The single bunk is a bit crowded for two people, and Arya doesn't have any "capital" that makes people distracted or physiologically reacted. Igor hugs the little person in his arms and holds her to adjust to the most comfortable side lying position.
"Don't worry, it'll be alright, aren't you going to sleep, don't talk, close your eyes."
"Uh- okay." Reluctantly, Arya obediently closed her mouth, enjoying the bio-heater and massage machine that surrounds the oneself, and closed her eyes.
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(end of this chapter)