"Carl, are you not done showering yet?" Beth knocked on the bathroom door.
"Thanks to you, this cream is so hard to wash out, I don't even know if I can get it out of my clothes."
Carl's voice came from the bathroom.
"But if you want, you can come in and take a shower together. I didn't lock the door."
"Damn it, stop talking nonsense."
"Ahem."
Carl in the bathroom was slightly stunned. In addition to Beth's shameful and angry voice, there was also an old cough. It should be Hershel coming.
"Wait a minute, Beth, let Hershel sit in the study for a while, I'll be right out."
"I have already gone."
"OK."
Even without seeing it, Carl could imagine how ashamed and angry Beth was now, and Carl just smiled.
Turn off the shower, wipe off the water droplets on your body, put on your clothes and walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey." Carl pushed open the door of the study. "Good evening."
Hershel sat behind the desk, and Beth stood beside him. Seeing this, Beth glared at Carl and said, "Can't you change your clothes before coming back?"
"No, and I don't want Hershel to wait too long. I'm sure Hershel won't mind." Carl smiled indifferently.
"Yes, I don't mind, Beth, you go first, I want to talk to Carl alone."
Hershel's hand was on a leather journal, but he didn't open it.
Beth looked at Carl, then looked at Hershel and nodded, "I'll be over then, call me if you need anything."
Carl made way for Beth to go out, but when passing by Carl, Beth pinched Carl's ear.
Karl smiled, then closed the door, walked to the desk, and looked at Hershel, "At this time, an old man like you should go to sleep."
"As we get older, we get less sleepy." Hershel's fingers tapped on his diary. "Do you write in your diary?"
"That's right, but peeping into other people's privacy is not a virtue." Carl put his hands on the desk, "This time it's my desk."
"So I didn't read it." Hershel pushed the diary away and looked up at Carl. "I can't believe you're this big already."
"I find it hard to believe too." Carl smiled.
"First of all, happy birthday to you," Hershel said softly, "You're fourteen."
"Yeah, I'm fourteen years old." Carl sighed softly.
"At the age of fourteen, Indians can have their coming-of-age ceremony, which is to hunt a single animal on their own."
"Compared to that, my coming-of-age ceremony is weak." Carl smiled helplessly.
"No, if this is the standard, you have already passed your coming-of-age ceremony. I came here to give you something, your gift, a gift for your fourteenth birthday."
Hershel took something out of his arms, held it in his palm, raised his hand and looked at Carl.
"Is it a pocket watch?" Carl asked softly.
"Oh?" Hershel was a little surprised, but that surprise disappeared in an instant and he nodded. "This is our family heritage. My father's father passed it down to my father, and then he passed it down to me. Now I want to give it to you."
Karl didn't pick it up, frowning slightly, "It shouldn't be mine."
"Stretch out your hand." Hershel ordered directly and seriously.
Carl stretched out his hand, and Hershel put the pocket watch on Carl. It was a golden pocket watch with some traces of time, but the golden watch chain was intact.
"I know you can't wait until you're 18. In that case, I'll give it to you sooner. It represents responsibility and inheritance. From now on, you're a man."
Hershel stood up, holding onto the desk.
"Thank you." Carl said softly.
"No matter what it is, if you want it, if you feel it is necessary, if you feel you can do it, then go ahead and do it. As an old man, all I can do is pray for you."
"Pray to God?"
"No, to Satan."
"God will understand."
Carl smiled, helped Hershel out of the desk, opened the study door for Hershel, and continued to help him walk out.
Carl helped Hershel out of the room and into the hallway, and continued to help him down the stairs until he reached Hershel's door, then he stopped.
"I admire you. If I were twenty years younger, I would also be impressed by your personal charm." Hershel held Carl's arm and looked at Carl.
"First of all, thank you for your appreciation. Secondly, you don't need to be 20 years younger. Well, old man, go to bed early."
"You too." Hershel nodded, pushed the door open, walked closer, and closed it.
Karl looked at the closed door, smiled, shook his head, and walked towards the stairs, not going upstairs, but going downstairs.
On the fourth floor, a tall figure followed Karl silently, and the two continued to walk downstairs without communicating.
When I reached the gate of the wall, it opened. I continued walking outside and the second gate opened in the same way.
In the third area, the sky on summer nights is always cloudless and full of stars, and tonight a waning moon is also shining brightly.
"Should I say happy birthday too?" The muscular figure behind Carl said with a smile.
"You can say that, and then I'll thank you for your blessing." Carl smiled indifferently.
"Happy birthday, then."
"Thank you." Karl nodded, then turned around and said, "Joseph, did you get the eggs and fruits?"
Joseph opened his right hand, two eggs, and in his left hand, an apple and a bunch of grapes, "Honestly, I can't understand it."
"Because today is not just my birthday." Carl smiled. Without calling, a huge black shadow that had been circling nearby came over in small steps as Carl waved.
"Happy birthday, Bucephalus." Carl put his arms around Bucephalus' neck, tickled it, and rested his head on Bucephalus' neck.
"It has just reached adulthood, but it's already so strong." Joseph sighed softly as he looked at Bucephalus.
"Yes, that's right. He is three years old, just reached adulthood. Today is his birthday, and also the third anniversary of the disaster."
"What a coincidence?" Joseph was slightly stunned, somewhat unbelievable.
"It's a coincidence indeed. According to Hershel, Bucephalus was born on the same day as the transformation. Perhaps it was born out of necessity?"
Karl turned around and smiled at Joseph, took the egg from Joseph's hand and fed it to Bucephalus who was already impatient.
"Bucephalus? A good name. What kind of horse is it? It doesn't look like a common Quarter Horse. A newly grown Pinto or Morgan horse shouldn't be this tall."
"According to Meru, Hershel is probably a hybrid horse with good genes from several breeds of horses."
Carl's right hand was holding Bucephalus' head, and only when Bucephalus lowered his head to eat could Carl touch the top of his head.
Carl has grown a lot taller. I remember measuring himself after waking up in the morning. He was 1.65 meters tall, a little taller than Beth.
But Bucephalus grew faster, and now he was slightly taller than Joseph, who was 1.9 meters tall, reaching a height of nearly two meters.
Bucephalus, who has just entered adulthood, is not at his maximum size now.
"Are you ready, Bucephalus? I know you are ready."
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