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The rustling electricity sounded: "Chu is three years old, you have to know that in the eyes of everyone, he is just a humble slave."

Therefore, no one cares whether he is in pain or not. He is like a lifeless object, a trophy possessed by the strong. The value of existence is only to show his own strength.

And no one cares about his feelings.

And the kid was resigned.

He didn't say a word, didn't beg for mercy, didn't even groan, and firmly swallowed all the syllables into his stomach.

"waist."

Sisernovich only spit out one word briefly.

So the guard roughly tore off the bandage wrapped around his waist, exposing a large piece of freshly bandaged skin.

The scabbed wound was torn open again, bloody and horrifying, just after taking the medicine, and being treated so roughly again, blood oozes from the new wound.

The emperor frowned, but said nothing.

Sisernovich had already expected the emperor's reaction, and said softly, "He made a mistake before, so I punished him."

Chu Ge couldn't bear it anymore, and glared at him: "What kind of mistake should torture him like this!"

"Infidelity."

The brown-haired young man moved his lips, and only spit out this word lightly. His dark blue eyes stared at Chu Ge, and there was some kind of secret, peculiar, and strange meaning in it.

"As a slave, the most important thing is to be loyal to the master. An unfaithful slave has no need to exist in this world, Your Highness."

"What did he do!"

In a fit of rage, the questioning blurted out.

However, under Sisernovich's steep smile, Chu Ge realized that he had asked a stupid question.

"Aren't you the best proof?" The brown-haired young man smiled and spoke softly, "He is my slave, but he has a second heart and hooked up with you. Otherwise, how could His Highness be so insisting on taking him away?" Walk?"

Chu Ge said coldly: "I just look at him pitifully."

Sisernovich giggled, as if the answer was paper that could shatter with a poke of a finger.

And aside.

Nassoon said in a deep tone, "There are so many poor slaves, why did you just settle on this one?"

Chu Ge tried to explain: "At the banquet, I was about to fall, but he held me up."

"Is that all?" Sisernovich said softly.

"that is it."

"Then how did you know his name?"

The brown-haired young man smiled softly, but in that soft smile, it seemed that there was a knife in his mouth, poisoned.

"Your Highness, I brought Nightingale to the palace because of his beautiful singing voice, but because of his bad name, I seldom called him by his real name for fear of offending taboos. All the people in the palace know by his name are The nightingale bestowed by His Majesty, where did you find out his real name?"

As if a basin of cold water was being poured down, Chu Ge's heart felt cold in an instant.

"I've thought about it, but I don't know how you know it, so there is only one possibility. He is my slave, but he has a second heart and secretly told you."

Chu Ge's mind went blank, and he shook his head stiffly.

No, not like this.

He knew Murphy's name because of the information given by the character's text. It was not Murphy who asked him for help and told him.

Everything that Sisernovich described was betrayal in his heart, so the singer who hooked up with the princess was all fake, fake!

However, he couldn't say a word, because he couldn't explain how he knew it.

There is a singer in the palace called Nightingale, whose real name is Murphy.

These two lines were completely cut off, one belonged to the palace, and the other belonged to the Viscount Norwich's mansion, and no one knew about it because of the master's deliberate concealment.

Yet he knew.

It was used as evidence of Murphy's betrayal of the Lord.

The emperor is about to come in a storm, with strong oppression: "Ajani"

"I told her."

The rest of the words were suddenly interrupted, half of the blond crown prince's face was indifferent, his eyes were cold: "I told Adjani, do you have any objections?"

"Of course not." Sisernovich said with a smile, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an honorable status, how could I have any objection?"

Sitherthorne turned his head suddenly, as if looking at Norwich one more time would make him sick.

"Okay, Ajani."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pursed his lips tightly, his whole body shrouded in low air pressure: "Let's do it."

A lifelike canary rested on Murphy's waist.

It was the family emblem bestowed by the emperor on Sisernovich, and it was branded on Murphy's waist to show that he was Siserovich's slave.

When he wears this mark on his body, he will never be able to get rid of his status as a slave. Only by removing this badge can he regain his freedom.

However, at this moment, it is not to wash off the mark of the canary, but to exchange the old for the new.

In the magnificent hall, all the tools have been taken by the guards.

Sparks beeped, and in the silver crucible, the metallic liquid was burning red, flowing slowly like a melting fireball.

Looking around, there is orange light everywhere, almost so bright that it is dazzling.

A black soldering iron rested beside the cauldron.

This is the tool for branding the slaves. Fill the iron with molten steel and burn it on the slave's skin.

Chu Ge looked at the exquisite and delicate utensils, his hands and feet were cold.

Murphy lowered his head and was pressed tightly to the ground by the guards.

"Does it have to be like this?" Even his voice was trembling, "Brother."

The blue eyes turned to him, from which Chu Ge understood Sither Thorne's meaning.

"It was supposed to be like this. I took him away in a hurry and forgot to imprint him."

The shape made of black iron can be vaguely recognized, engraved with overgrown thorns and a blooming rose on it.

It was a badge that belonged exclusively to Adjani, which originated from the thorns of the Thorne family, and added a rose because of him.

"Can't you just take him away, can't you use other methods to wash off the marks on his body?" Chu Ge trembled all over, and his voice trembled, "I don't want this."

Sissy looked at him silently.

——Don't be willful, Ajani.

The emperor has been thoroughly annoyed. If he doesn't do this, maybe even Murphy won't be able to take him away.

The brown-haired young man in the distance was originally leaning on the emperor's side, but at this moment, he slowly walked over. He stood still in front of Chu Ge, saluting gracefully.

"Your Highness, all the tools are ready, please."

Chu Ge looked at him angrily.

As if enjoying this feeling very much, Sisernovich raised a smirk at the corner of his lips: "Your Highness, there is only one way. The imprint on this slave is imprinted using a special method, only by superimposing a new badge, Only by erasing the old one, if you just want to wash it off, sorry, it can’t be removed.”

The emperor leaned back in the gold-painted chair, contemplating the situation at this moment.

"Ajani, don't dawdle anymore, Sissel is already willing to give this slave to you, what are you still dawdling about?"

Chu Ge said: "He has a serious injury, I will brand him when I go back."

The emperor's tone was light: "The tools and tools have been prepared by Sissel for you, why not finish them here."

"He might die!"

"If you die, you die, what's the big deal." The emperor said indifferently, "No matter how beautiful the song is, it's still just a slave."

Chu Ge trembled all over.

Sither Thorne stared at him, then suddenly strode forward, picked up the black soldering iron on the table, and directly inserted it into the molten steel!

He pulled out the soldering iron, and the viscous molten metal fell drop by drop, corroding the hard marble table top and solidifying instantly.

"This is not acceptable, Her Highness Siser." Sisernovich said, "It can only be done by Her Royal Highness, otherwise this will not be able to truly brand the slave."

He smiled slightly, but the smile was so cruel.

"What are you still hesitating about, Your Highness?"

Walking like a heavy weight, he dragged his heavy body and walked up to Murphy.

The child who was pressed to the ground raised his head with difficulty and looked up at him.

A pair of eyes were pitch black to the bottom.

All the colors and emotions have faded away, and the calm is like a pool of stagnant water.

Chu Ge's heart trembled.

"Be patient." He whispered, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't even say the rest, "I'll cover that mark, and I'll take you back."

The child was already watching him quietly.

"Then do you want to?"

As if it was just a blink of an eye, and as long as half a century had passed, the chapped lips moved.

--willing.

character murphy

A slave to Viscount Norwich,? ? ?

Remarks Merciful God, have you not completely forsaken me?Have you heard my call, my supplication, my prayer, to send her to save the lamb who is trapped in the whirlpool hell?

The text quietly flashed.

His eyes were as calm as stagnant water without waves, but his heart was filled with infinite hope.

Chu Ge closed his eyes.

At that moment, he didn't even dare to look at Murphy, he couldn't afford such trust.

He stood up, and after squatting for a long time, he swayed, dizzy, and was supported by Siser with swift eyes and hands, and walked to the cauldron.

On black iron, the emblem of the rose of thorns comes to life.

Burnt bright molten steel still flows in the crucible.

next moment.

Chu Ge bit his finger without hesitation, and dripped the bright red blood onto the hot iron.

The most powerful contract is the medium of blood.

From then on, no one could take Murphy away from him.