duke and writer

The next day, the frustrated Holy See army did not make any big moves, but the number of homing pigeons shot down increased a lot.

"—Mr. I don't know what to call it, it's time for us to talk."

The young man in light armor combed the horse in the bucket and rinsed it to dry. He ignored the voice behind him and only gently stroked the side of the horse's neck. When the docile guy happily moved his head over, He raised his hand and rubbed the pointed ears affectionately.

"Hello!" The ignored Lord Duke strode forward and grabbed the endless hand, "I said, we should talk."

"The meeting is over long ago, my lord." He tried to withdraw his arm, but failed. "As you can see, I just came back from the front and needs to rest."

"It's still early, you don't need to worry."

"Everything is better as soon as possible," An Mixiu gritted his back molars and showed a formulaic smile, secretly struggling to free his tightly clasped wrist, "The camp supplies in this army are far inferior You imagined so much."

"That's easy," the man hooked his lips, and said in a good manner, "I'll give you half of my tent."

"...No need." As if seeing a mouthful of white fangs through the other party's smile, the young writer shivered.

"Your Excellency is too far-fetched..." Lei Shi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a big head that was unwilling to be lonely, and the hand that was held by him touched the unsightly white horse again.

"Tsk!" The bad-tempered Lord Duke rudely waved his head away from the atmosphere.

The tall horse raised its neck, tilted its head slightly to look at a very unreasonable man, and blinked its gentle eyes, which seemed to be full of childish ignorance and grievance, and actually looked at the other man with guilt.If this guy comes over again, let's touch it reluctantly, Lei Shi was thinking like this, but the horse lowered its head to him like a human being.

With a slight movement in his heart, he couldn't help letting go of the wrist that he had grasped for a long time, his fingers flexed and stretched slightly, and he was about to reach out with his forearm——

"Hmph!" A sudden snort shocked the unsuspecting man, and he froze on the spot obediently, being sprayed with saliva.

The white horse straightened up, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the humans who were still standing there, leisurely turned around, and ate the forage calmly, flicking its tail from time to time to show that it was in a good mood at the moment.

"—Pfft," Mr. Writer, who was the first to regain his senses, couldn't hold back, and laughed happily, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...you have today too hahahahahahaha..."

"...An Mixiu," said the man who had wiped his face carelessly, "you'd better not provoke me now, if you don't want your 'comrade-in-arms' on the dinner table."

"..."

Following a rebel leader into the largest tent of the camp, An Mixiu pulled a wooden chair and sat down, tapped the table with his fingertips, "Say, what do you want to talk about?" The other party untied the tie around the neckline without making a sound.

"Lei Shi, you, you..." The young man almost jumped up in shock, "What does this mean?!"

"Do you need me to tell you what you mean?" He raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and the man approached, "You have come all the way to find me, so you don't want to say something stupid like you haven't figured it out now? ?”

"Help, help a friend who is in distress, isn't it reasonable, should it be?" The writer, who retreated in a panic, turned his back to the tent, "But you, what strange things are you thinking about?"

"We are not friends, not now, nor will we be in the future—" Putting his forearm across the pillar above the young man's head, his purple eyes were filled with amusement, "Didn't your Excellency tell me that last time? "

"you!……"

"—Lord Leishi."

"Come in." Retracting his arms, the young Duke turned around and replied loudly, took the bucket from the guard, poured water into the basin and washed his face, that's all, and wiped his upper body slowly.

"...You're playing tricks on me." After being stunned for a while, An Mixiu gritted his teeth belatedly, "My lord, can you be more focused on revenge?"

"Of course." The man raised his eyebrows and continued, "It's just a small matter of adding a meal."

Unnaturally looking away from the body covered with strong muscles, "Isn't it just being snorted, what's wrong with you?" The young man folded his arms and mocked, "It's like a young lady who has been underestimated."

"It's a pity I'm not." The wet cloth was thrown back into the basin, splashing quite a bit.

"But having said that, anyway, I'm a decent person with a head and a face, and I can't just be ruined for nothing." He walked to the other side, leaned down while leaning on the table, and leaned closer to the thin ear, low Laughing, "Did you say so?"

"Have you played enough?" Unbearably pushing away the wet head, An Mixiu frowned and said, "If my lord can't learn to talk neatly again, I won't accompany you."

"...Tch, it's boring."

……

"Tell me," he let out a tired breath, and Mr. Writer looked at the guy who finally put on his shirt with a headache, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"..." The beautifully shaped lips parted and closed, and Lei Shi seldom choked up, "You joined the mercenary army at that time..." He lowered his head and said with difficulty, "I'm very surprised."

"Really," the young man let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "how surprised? Compared with my mood when I saw those manuscripts?"

"Palos thought you knew everything," the young duke sighed, "I was only worried that he would do unnecessary things on his own initiative, but I didn't expect that there was such a way." As he said, he bent At the corner of his mouth, "Fortunately, I can completely remove the suspicion, no matter what I do, it's worth it."

"Who do you think I am, Lei Shi? Why did I ask anyone to take the blame for me?" An Mixiu suddenly clenched his fists when he heard the words, and there was an uncontrollable anger in his blue pupils.

"What do you think of yourself again? You want to be the savior when you are in danger. Do you really think that as long as you win this war, you can end everything? — Even if you are restored to religion, you will always bear the blatant apostasy , the infamy of the Holy See, your future for the rest of your life has already been destroyed by yourself. At that time, any minor crime added will be enough to put you in a dead end in the political world, do you know?"

"What does a pirate care about those?" After hearing this argument, he just shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly and grinned, "I never planned to go into politics, sir, you have to understand—the beast would rather starve to death in the wasteland than I don't want to be in the Colosseum."

"...Pirates?" The young man repeated incredulously, carefully sizing up those familiar purple eyes, hoping to find even a hint of a joke in them, but apart from that exasperating conceit and calmness, he couldn't find any more. Find any excess.

"You really haven't changed at all, Lei Shi." After a while, he said disappointedly.

"It's good that you know... how is Wangcheng doing?"

"It was okay when I left. Your Majesty has been working hard in acting. The talents of the Holy See have suffered from the divine judgment, and they need to slow down for a while."

"Divine cut?!" Lei Shi's expression froze when he heard the words, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's easy to win the duel." Mr. Writer spread his hands, "You know what level I am, the opponent is just a civilian of the knight order, you..."

"...you lunatic," the man's eyes widened in horror, almost unable to recognize who the person in front of him was, "how dare you..."

"What does this have to do with daring or not? It would be too contrary to chivalry to sit on the sidelines under such circumstances," An Mixiu patted the table and said righteously, "Besides, they want to force me to give false testimony, which is simply absurd !"

"..." The clenched hand rested on his chest, and the young Duke looked at the indignant expression on the other's face, but suddenly laughed again, "It's really touching, does Your Excellency want to protect me so much? ?”

"Wh... what are you talking about?! I was just out of breath at the time. The behavior of those investigators was too disgusting, so..."

"Oh, that's right." Lei Shi nodded seriously, then looked up in surprise, "Why did you suddenly stand up? Is this chair uncomfortable?"

"..." The young man blushed even more when he heard the words, for a moment he was standing or sitting.

"—Actually, it's because of those letters," put away his narrow smile, the young duke rested his chest on one hand, and turned his face to look elsewhere, "Do you care about them that much, An Mixiu?" His voice suddenly Become very light, mixed with unpredictable emotions.

"...If I didn't care, I wouldn't have left the mercenary back then, and I wouldn't have continued to write that book, let alone appear here at this moment."

"But you haven't said a word about those letters all this time."

"Aren't you the same, 'Father'?"

"..."

"You claimed to have solved all the misunderstandings that day, but you never mentioned it." He looked down at the man sitting aside with a decent posture all the time, and asked in a low voice, "If it wasn't for the previous variables, would you still want to talk about it?" How long will you keep it from me, forever?"

"What can you get if you know the truth?" Lei Shi still looked away, "I found out that my father is still missing, I am worried that the person who forged the letter has other plans, and I blame myself and regret after being deceived... It is precisely because of this, You have never dared to really pursue this matter, have you?"

"..."

"Since you don't want to know, then I'll just keep it from you for the rest of my life." Under the light of the oil lamp, the well-shaped face was slightly warm, as if remembering something, he raised his chin and added, "You still don't want to know?" Anything else you want to ask? I'd be happy to discuss all matters of life with you."

"...Why did you give me those materials?"

"That was originally left by your mother."

"You know that's not what I'm asking about."

"Haven't you been looking for them?"

"I'm asking why you..."

"Because you want to."

"Are you kidding me?" The writer, feeling fooled again, frowned.

"I'm not joking." The purple eyes stared at each other calmly, with a warm warmth, like the lights in front of the window on a snowy night.

"—you're so good, you deserve everything you want," he said.

"...that's funny," the young man let go of his tightly clenched fists after a long silence, "Do you think you can impress me by saying that, Lei Shi?"

"Why," the young Duke raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered slightly, "Have you decided to stay here tonight?"

"You, worry a lot."