[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

In the dark compartment, thick curtains blocked all the windows, so the sunlight of the day was shut out together.

When the whistle announcing the departure sounded for the third time, the carriage began to shake slightly, and the collision of steel and iron bones brought a unique rhythmic sound. Drake walked steadily on the thick and dense carpet inside the body of the puppet on, gently holding the person in his arms.

As the train moved forward, the complicated crystal lamps hanging on the top of the carriage shook slightly, causing the light brought by the electricity to flicker unsteadily, but there were regular small wall lamps on the dark carriage walls. Come soft light.

As long as the puppet lowers his head a little, he can see his light brown hair top with soft golden light, and his thin body wrapped in black, with pale and dull skin exposed between the dark collar and cuffs.

The boy was very used to the puppet's embrace, and he seemed to be distracted, so he just leaned on Drake's chest, his eyes were empty, and the thin eyelashes drooped down, covering his pair of clear blue eyes.

Drake wanted to ask the boy what he was thinking, but in this state, he couldn't speak with a puppet voice.

Even if he could talk...he probably wouldn't dare to open his mouth, would he?

This is a kind of fear of gain and loss, just like the fear that a slightly heavy breath will scare away the butterflies on the branches and leaves.

He has already slipped into an unstoppable abyss, but he still tries to hide his crime.

For seven years, this peaceful and beautiful dream has filled Drake's boring and cold memory time and time again. He watched the little highness grow from the weak child to the tall and thin boy now, just like looking at a star. The saplings germinated and rose from the ground.

Yes, Your Highness—that's what those vague-faced, seldom-appearing housemaids are called, and Drake thinks it's perfectly appropriate.

In fact, Drake didn't know the identity of Miao Xuan, and he still thought that everything in the dream was fictional and did not exist, but in his heart, the boy in the dream was his only Highness.

The speed of the puppet was very fast, and it arrived in the compartment that was arranged as a bathroom in less than a minute.

The young man came from a noble background, and his living conditions were extremely superior. The layout of this train was as extravagant as ever, and it could satisfy all the needs of the passengers even during the journey.

In this not-so-small compartment, the walls, floor and ceiling are covered with ceramic bricks and stones, and the baths are made of neat milky white stones. The style is completely ancient Roman style, and there is an imitation Ottoman bath beside the bath The oval marble bath is directly inlaid and fixed in the carriage.

This bathroom includes almost all the popular bathing methods nowadays, whether it is shower, bath or wet steam. As for other chairs, cages, flowers, incense, food and drinks, there are so many beautiful things, it is hard to count.

After both of them entered the bathroom, the boy finally stopped his contemplation. He came back to his senses and stared at the bathroom for a long time.

— This is a symptom of his hesitation and embarrassment.

In the end, the boy really gave up his choice. He sighed and said to the puppet: "This time, you can do whatever you want... I'll leave it to you."

Even though this body was just a puppet, Drake still received all the subtle perceptions, from the boy's warm body, to his slight breath, and the airflow flowing past his ears following his whispered instructions.

Fortunately, this body is a steel puppet, Drake thought, without any breath or heartbeat.

So the puppet placed his master on the nearest bathing platform. He chose a steam bath for his master, which was very appropriate in the long and tiring journey.

In fact, the boy does not have a strong material desire, and he is very casual in his daily life. This made his housekeeper and head maid very distressed. They simply piled up all the good things and decorated the boy's residence extravagantly, as if The Sultan's court in the mysterious East.

Drake agrees with this very much, obviously he hates the complicated behavior style of the nobles, and even more disgusted with the extravagance created to show his status, but for his highness, he feels that everything should be done.

"If you take a steam bath... this time, you don't need essential oils or fragrances."

While unbuttoning his clothes, the boy whispered to his puppet, "Just massage the legs."

Although he was on a long-distance trip, the boy still wore the most formal simple clothes meticulously. In addition to the cold weather, the assembly of his clothes was very complicated, and he needed someone to help him put them on and take them off.

Of course, this job was contracted by the puppet, and as Drake folded the changed clothes one by one, the boy gradually exposed his upper body chest and arms.

If you only look at the upper body, then apart from the excessively pale complexion, no one would believe that it belongs to an ill-behaved patient, who can train half of the discarded body to such an extent——

The smooth texture covers the bones thinly, the tight muscles are gathered to the thin waist, the shoulders and neck are straight, the waist and back are straight, and there is a powerful but restrained force hidden between the flesh and blood.

But this is not a healthy body, it is more like a power carrier carved from dead objects.

Over the past few years, Drake has seen teenagers practicing and practicing many times. Thin throwing knives are enough to penetrate steel plates after being thrown by him, and the hair-like lines are no less powerful than swords in his hands. edge.

If it is said that ordinary teenagers can only make Drake yearn for him affectionately, then His Highness holding a weapon will make him admire and admire.

This body contains strength and weakness at the same time. It is incredible that this set of diametrically opposed concepts can coexist in balance.

The clothes that were taken off were quickly put away properly. Years of dream experience made Drake magically illuminate his housekeeping expertise. Not to mention serving tea and pouring water to fold clothes, he can even sew little girls’ dress skirts. Made to perfection!

I dare not say that she is number one in the world, but she definitely surpasses most of the maids in the whole country.

As the last piece of underwear was folded, the bathing stage was finally about to begin. The steam gently overflowed from under the marble platform, and the temperature in the room gradually increased. The puppet knelt down by the bath platform as usual.

The boy on the bath platform supported his body with his arms. He leaned against the stone wall beside him, stretching his body calmly, from the raised neck, to the stretched chest, and the legs that had been hidden under the quilt all year round.

Unlike the upper body that contained strength, these legs were too thin, sickly and pale, as fragile as glass tubes, easily broken.

The puppet held them carefully, starting from the ankles and kneading gently upwards.

The light in the bathroom was very dim, and it became more hazy after the water vapor overflowed. The warm water mist soon spread all over the compartment. Through the mist, the soft yellow light scattered on the boy's skin texture, making the sick man feel sick. The paleness turned into ivory-like softness, and the high temperature dyed it with a halo...

Soon, the faint blush stained the ends of the eyes and brows, and then they began to settle down, brighten the pale face, and even seeped into the lips rebelliously.

Drake felt that he should take a few deep breaths, but this body was completely made of gold and iron, no matter how trembling his state of mind was, the movements of these steel arms would always be so smooth.

After the calves are the thighs. Although he knew that they were unconscious, Drake still felt... the pulsating blood vessels under this thin layer of skin.

He longed to touch them with his own hands, not the puppet arms made of this dead thing, no, hands were not enough, what he really prayed for was prostration or prostration with kisses.

In the dim light, the boy half leaning on the white stone was drowsy, with only his chest heaving slightly, and beside him, a nightmare-like strange doll was half lying on the stone platform, using its skeleton-like sharp claws to , to obsessively touch the most vulnerable place of the teenager.

This is not the first time.

As early as the first time Drake helped His Royal Highness take a bath, he discovered his abnormality, so all the weird feelings in the past were explained later, the desire and instinct that only monsters or devils have...

He really was, "The Sea Monster."

"Wait a moment……"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in Drake's ears, so the puppet seemed to be frightened, and stopped the movements in its hands with a guilty conscience.

The young man touched the puppet's head soothingly, with a helpless smile: "Just massage the legs, don't touch it, it's very itchy."

Under the young man's control, the puppet propped up its limbs, climbed up the stone platform, and then lifted the young man's body from behind. After placing him in his arms, he repeated the actions of dredging blood vessels and massaging dead muscles.

Only, this time it's from top to bottom.

Slowly, the pale crimson color has spread to every piece of skin along with the bulging blood vessels, including the legs of course. They replaced the puppet's arms, fulfilling the unspeakable desire.

The water mist condensed on the puppet's steel body, and then rolled down tick-tock. They fell on the young man's shoulders and chest, and finally rolled down one after another, merged into the lines on the bath stone.

Strangely enough, Drake suddenly felt satisfied. He looked down at the pair of gentle blue eyes, and even had an illusion...

No matter what I do, I will be tolerated, right?

*

Another calm night passed, and the sailors on the observation deck couldn't help but yawned and complained in a low voice: "...Why do we have to travel all night, we just finished a business, and everyone is very tired."

Before the captain who was squatting on the wooden barrel said anything, his companion kicked him hard on the buttocks: "Shut up, you, you are ashamed to talk until you have killed a few people!"

The sailor shut up, while the captain spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with tobacco fragments: "This sea area is within the range of Iris, and those bastards like to trouble us the most. Although...but it's better not to use the knife again."

The sailor thought about the good things they had just snatched, so he nodded obediently as taught.

The captain smacked his mouth. At this moment, he was also thinking about those treasures piled up in the cabin. This time, what they snatched were works of art. The origin of such things can be seen at a glance, so they have to avoid those from other countries, especially Iris. Navy inspection.

Speaking of which, several of the trophies this time are famous paintings, the ones that even the eagles admire, and will flow into the black market at that time...

Ah, that's a lot of money.

The captain stared at the sky while thinking happily, the night is about to pass, and the morning is just around the corner, as long as "Unruk" can run fast, leave this sea area as soon as possible...

"Boss, there is movement, it seems to be Iris's patrolling navy!" The cub on the observation deck shouted loudly, breaking the captain's happiness.

captain:……

The captain jumped off the barrel cursingly, entered the cabin under the expectant sight of all the sailors, and soon he arrived at the best one—this place was even better than his captain’s cabin, if it weren’t for the distance The bridge was too far away, and it was inconvenient to control the ship. He would definitely use this as his room.

The captain kicked open the wooden door and said in a low voice, "Hey, wake up, come alive!"

This is not a small cabin, but it looks very crowded, the walls are covered with wooden shelves, and all the spaces are filled with all kinds of books, not only that, but also arranged neatly on the ground. There are rows of cabinets, very old but neat and clean.

The cleanliness of the cabin made the captain unbelievable - this is not the boudoir of a young lady, but the bedroom of a brutal pirate!

Because the layout is too crowded, there are no mattresses or hanging boards in the cabin, but a hammock made of fishing nets is hung on the zenith.

But at this moment, in the dim light of the cabin, a shadow was quietly hanging in the air.

Although he couldn't see the outline clearly, the captain knew that this guy was looking down at him, his gaze was as real as it was cold, and he just locked on the intruder at the door.

The captain didn't know when this guy woke up. He folded his arms and calmly gave the order: "Are you awake? Great, come out quickly—we are going to meet the inspection of the Iris Navy, and you must go Handle!"

As soon as the words fell, the shadow in the midair fell silently, and as his limbs stretched, a burly male silhouette emerged from the dark background.

Although this guy is only 15 years old, his body and mind are not inferior to any adult pirates, and he is very indifferent, as if he has no human emotions. The nickname "Sea Monster" is appropriate.

Since the kid grew to be as tall as him, the captain could no longer see anything from that dead face. If it weren't for the occasional leak of his heart, he would even suspect that Drake had already died. In its place was some monster from the deep under the skin.

Even if the captain has the god-given power to spy on people's hearts, it is not so easy to spy on this little sea monster.

I don’t know if it’s because he just woke up, but the sea monster wasn’t very focused at this time, so the captain also vaguely felt some of his heart sounds—chaotic and disorderly, noisy and piercing, excited and distorted, confused and anxious, too much The emotions are mixed together, which is confusing.

This is extremely rare!

You must know that even ordinary pirates can hardly have such a heartbeat in a normal fight, let alone a cold sea monster, how can he still have such intense emotions?

The captain looked at the little sea monster curiously.

Isn't this guy sleeping? Could it be that he dreamed of something incredible?The ancient god of the sea?

The captain's curious gaze was quite straightforward, but Drake didn't seem to notice it. He walked out of the cabin door after a few steps, and his hoarse and low voice brushed the captain's eardrums: "I don't promise not to kill people."

——So once the face is torn, prepare to burn the warship and kill people to silence it.

The captain was even more surprised!

It stands to reason that Drake doesn't care about human life. He doesn't have empathy, but he doesn't like torture. Killing, killing or not killing only depends on whether it is profitable. Why did he wake up so irritable this time...

At this moment, the captain keenly sensed something, and suddenly realized: "You—you can't be—"

"You just figured it out now, kid?! Hahahahahaha!" The captain stared at the back of the little sea monster, and pushed his crotch obscenely. Ah, hehe... what did you dream about?"

Drake's back froze for a moment, and then he yelled in a low voice: "Shut up."

The captain blew a coquettish whistle: "Tell me, who is it? Anita or Roxie? Next time I will treat you to someone!"

Derek pretended not to hear it, and walked onto the deck in a few steps. It was already dawn at this time, and the steel warship approaching the "merchant ship" could be seen from a distance behind the ship's side.

Are there only three?That's easy.

Drake said to the captain who was pacing over with his shoes on: "Where is Junying's ship now?"

The captain still had a malicious smile on his face, and he said leisurely: "A certain port in Aydno? That guy has been in the navy enough, left a substitute and ran away. Now he doesn't know which mountain he is alive on. , oh... Aydeno is a good place, warm and humid, and those beautiful indigenous girls are as docile as rabbits."

Drake nodded: "Then, when you leave this sea area, you can send me there."

The playful smile on the captain's face vanished in an instant, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the boy beside him who he had watched grow up with his own eyes: "Have you decided?"

Drake didn't look at the captain, he just stared straight at the three Iris warships on the horizon, and adjusted his neckline slightly: "It's decided."

"As you said...Aydeno is indeed a good place."

After a brief silence, the captain laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, okay—hey, little sea monster, try to kill the eagle, and you will be prosperous!"

Drake didn't respond to this suggestion, he just loosened his joints and said softly: "The three Iris warships are coming - within three hours, the battle will end."