The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

A few days later, Camillo and Amedeo set off on the fairy dragon. The morning sun leaked in through the gaps in the clouds, warming the dragon's back.

Camillo was lying on the dragon's back, resting his head with his hands and eyes closed, while Amedeo sat next to him, holding a book in his hand, and was reading it intently.

"What book are you reading so intently?"

Camillo rolled his eyelids lazily. Against the light, he could vaguely see the familiar dark cover. It was the book of handwritten poems he sent. His lips curled up and asked with a smile:

"Are you satisfied with the collection of poems that I copied by myself?"

Hearing that Camillo deliberately imitated Will Ya's tone, Amedeo gave him a sideways glance, turned a page back in his hand, and ignored him.

"..." Camillo tugged his sleeve hard, and said rascally, "I tell you, if no one talks to me along the way, I will be so depressed that I will get sick."

Amedeo said: "Yes, that's really bad, we didn't bring medicine."

His tone was still calm, but Camillo noticed his curved lips, which were light pink like cherry blossoms, and the kiss was very soft in his memory.

Amedeo noticed his eyes and narrowed them coldly: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking..." Camillo stared up at his face in a daze, "I was thinking, you haven't smiled at me for a long time."

Amedeo couldn't help being taken aback, with a trace of apology in his eyes, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and said softly: "Thank you for giving me the collection of poems, I like it very much."

When he said this, he smiled again, and then he brushed the hair on the side of his ears again. Under the morning light, his clear blue eyes seemed to have a layer of watery light, which was alluring.

Camillo's heart trembled, his breathing gradually became hotter, and he moved closer involuntarily.

Amedeo noticed his small movements keenly, his eyes swept across the raised crotch, and his face suddenly sank: "What are you doing?"

Camillo muffled: "You know, I haven't..."

Before he finished speaking, Amedeo suddenly grabbed his hands and pressed them on top of his head, then turned over and pressed him, with his knees on Camillo's side. People are so close that their noses almost touch each other.

Camillo took a deep breath, he even thought that Amedeo was going to rape him.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his wrists. Looking up, he found that his wrists were tied together by a golden ring, and then his ankles were also bound together.

Camillo's face changed slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Could it be that Amedeo's taste is a bit different, and he needs to bind it first and then strengthen it?

Amedeo seemed to have seen through his dirty thoughts, and gave him a disgusted look: "Help you abstinence."

Camillo tried to struggle a few times, but he didn't expect that the golden ring was so tough that he couldn't tear it apart. He used dark elements to corrode the golden ring, and tossed it until it was dark. The golden ring only looked slightly It was thinned a circle, but the strength of the shackles did not diminish, tightly binding his hands and feet.

Camillo was so tired that he lay down. He wondered if Amedeo had been hiding his strength. It was just a chain, how could he not be able to destroy even the dark elements.

After a while, Amedeo's voice came from the side: "This is a ring made by creation, and ordinary power is hard to destroy."

Camillo looked up and glanced over there, and asked feebly, "Then how can I solve it?"

Amedeo seemed to laugh, and said softly, "I won't explain it to you."

Camillo lay down discouraged, in this state, it would be better to force him.

He lay on the back of a dragon for two days like a corpse, while Amedeo read books and looked at the scenery every day, without any compassion for the "corpse king" around him.

On the third day, Camillo finally couldn't hold back anymore, "I want to eat sweets!"

According to his work and rest schedule, he can skip meals every day, but he must have desserts. He has not absorbed sugar for two whole days, and his brain is too irritable to think about problems. There is only one thought on his mind, and that is sugar.

Amedeo didn't intend to abuse him in this regard, he took out a plate of lemon cake from the space, walked up to Camillo and sat down, said lightly: "Get up."

Camillo lifted his bound hands and feet, and lazily said, "I can't get up."

Amedeo said "Oh" and asked again: "Are your abdominal muscles just for display?"

As soon as the words were finished, Camillo sat up. He leaned on Amedeo deliberately. After all, the situation was already so miserable, and the presence of a beautiful woman was a kind of comfort.

Amedeo showed a slight smile, not only tolerated his small gestures, but also kindly picked up a piece of lemon cake, and personally brought it to his mouth to feed him.

Camillo couldn't wait to bite down, the lemon curd wrapped in cream overflowed his mouth, and the sweet taste penetrated into his heart. Not only that, the taste of the cake is also light and soft, which can only be made by Amedeo himself taste.

"One more... um, one more piece."

Camillo ate one piece after another, and swept away all the lemon cakes on the silver plate. In the end, he still couldn't get enough of it. With a quick sweep of his tongue, he also licked away the lemon curd on Amedeo's index finger.

With one click, Amedeo withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Camillo was wondering when Amedeo was so guarded, but suddenly found that the gold ring on his hand seemed to be loose.

He suddenly realized that the creation is a physical object constructed by divine power, and it will have strong resistance to external forces. On the contrary, it can be easily resolved with the help of the power of the original owner.When he touched Amedeo just now, the divine power of the two resonated and reacted, and the creator couldn't tell who was the creator, so the dark element took the opportunity to enter and corroded part of the golden ring.

Camillo quickly stretched out his tied hands to grab Amedeo's hand, but the other side dodged it.

"Hey, it's been two days, can you untie it for me!"

Amedeo leaned down/body, and patted Camillo's shoulder consolingly. Although there was some resonance, it was extremely weak because of the clothes.

Camillo thought that Amedeo was going to let him go, but he heard him say with a smile: "Come on, grind slowly with divine power, and it will be destroyed in three days."

Three days...for three full days, from day to night, every minute and every second, he had to keep his energy focused and continuously control the flow of dark elements to corrode the golden ring.

This may not be difficult for others, but it is a kind of torture for Camillo.Because the dark elements are very rebellious, they are restless, aggressive, and extremely explosive in a short period of time, but it is very difficult to control these dark elements for a long time and make them obedient.

Insufficient durability is also Camelot's biggest weakness.

Amedeo never took his eyes off Camillo. Although it is not easy to control the dark elements, how can you improve your strength without hard work.The future is full of unknowns, and he doesn't know what will happen when he arrives at the ruins. He has no choice but to make Camillo stronger as soon as possible.

Half a month later, over the Mengli Grassland.

A faint bright spot appeared in the sky, gradually approaching, and gradually enlarged. The broad dragon wings were slicing across the sky, and the three golden-pink tail wings refracted brilliant light in the sun.

The fairy dragon took a fancy to a flat piece of grass, spread its wings and swooped down, then glided for a certain distance at low altitude, and then perfectly... landed on the ground.

"Hey——you are a dragon, isn't it embarrassing to lie on the ground in this posture?" Camillo said lazily on top of its head.

Zero got up from the ground angrily, shook his head vigorously, and knocked Camillo off his head.

Camillo didn't intend to land properly, so he fell straight down, and a human hole was created on the ground. He lay in the hole and looked up at Zero, and said with emotion: "The little guy has grown up, and his temper has also changed." big."

"Gu-gululu-"

Zero's stomach let out a long and loud protest.

Amedeo also jumped off the dragon's back. He walked to the dragon's head and touched Ling's neck. I'm really sorry for giving you a chance to prey."

Zero raised his eyelids and snorted weakly.

"Don't be angry," Camillo laughed, "Now that we have arrived in Monli, the barbarians here will not build defensive facilities, and the air is safe, so you can go find some food yourself, and come back later. We meet."

Hearing that it was time to hunt for prey, Zero cheered up. It took Camillo out of the pit, licked his hand as thanks, and then flapped its wings and flew to the sky.

When the fairy dragon flew away, Amedeo asked, "What shall we do next, wait here?"

"Of course not, that would be so boring." Camillo patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the nearest station.

Amedeo chased after him and reprimanded, "What are you doing there? The more covert our actions, the better. Don't reveal your identity."

Camillo nodded vaguely: "I know, I know, but since we are in the grassland, we must do as the Romans do."

Amedeo didn't understand what he meant for a while, so he followed him to the post station. Camillo bought two horses, gave Amedeo a bay red one, and turned himself over and sat on a black horse.

"Come to the prairie, of course you have to ride a horse."