The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

When Camillo was half asleep and half awake, he felt as if someone was watching him. He opened his eyes and glanced lazily.Outside the iron fence, stood a slender figure.

It's really hard for him to hide his breath so secretly.

Camillo turned over and continued to sleep with his back on his back, eh... his back really hurts, not to mention his back, now his arms, jaw, and everywhere are screaming for pain.All of these are thanks to this man.

There was a sound of opening the door behind him, but Camillo didn't move, knowing that the man was walking towards him.

The Demon God walked slowly in front of him, sat down cross-legged, "Get up."

His voice was not high, but it was undoubtedly an order.

Camilo gritted his teeth silently. After all, we can bend and stretch on other people's chassis!He obediently got up from the floor and sat up straight.But as soon as he left the quilt, Camillo shivered.His naked upper body was invaded by the perennial chill in the prison, which made his skin crawl. He looked down at his naked upper body, and then suddenly remembered that his clothes were burned yesterday.

To be precise, he was burned by the demon god beside him.

The Demon God stretched out his hand to caress his chin. Before Camillo realized what he was going to do, he felt his chin touched a piece of coolness, like the nourishment of spring water, but without any moisture.

Looking down, the Demon God's fingertips were condensing a ball of blue light, which was exactly the same as the healing magic that Pella had shown him.

After a while, the pain in the chin really disappeared.

Healing magic?He is healing himself?

In doubt, the ball of light moved to Camillo's arm. The skin there was burned red by the flames, and blisters appeared in the severe part.

Camillo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable watching the demon god personally heal his wounds, and this feeling of discomfort became even stronger when the other party moved his hand to his back.Due to the large area of ​​bruises on his back, he could almost clearly feel the delicate and smooth palms of the other party walking on his back.

"Uh... behind the scenes, there's no need for it."

The Demon God paused, and although his back was turned, he still noticed that Camelot's earlobe turned suspiciously red.Shy?He didn't understand, he hugged and bathed the baby, so what's there to be shy about now?

He suddenly remembered that Camillo no longer had that memory.

Seeing that the Demon God stopped his hand, Camillo immediately felt comfortable, and his language became presumptuous: "By the way, what's your name, I can't keep shouting hello."

"Amedeo."

"What about the last name?"

"God has no last name."

"That's it." Camillo leaned back and almost leaned into the other person's arms. He looked up at the incomparably handsome face and smiled, "Since your name is so long, I'll just call you Mei." .”

Amedeo paused for a moment and remained silent.

This is embarrassing. I wanted to win the relationship, but the other party looked indifferent. Could it be... angry?Camillo curled his lips. This time he learned the lesson from yesterday, sat upright obediently, shut up and stopped talking nonsense.

At this time, a demon attendant suddenly ran in from outside the prison. He bowed to Amedeo and said, "Your Majesty, it's not good, that Sobica has escaped!"

Amedeo's eyes moved slightly, he set his sights on Camillo, and actually left his young master and ran away?Sure enough, he is a weirdo who doesn't play cards according to common sense.

After a while, he gave a low "hmm", stood up and walked out.

Just when Camillo was desperately thinking that he was going to be locked up here alone again, Amedeo's nice voice sounded, and at this moment it was like the salvation given by God.

"Not yet."

Immediately, as if he had received an amnesty, Camilo jumped out of the quilt and trotted after him.But in his heart, he wondered if he was going to lead him to capture Sobika?

Tangled, he followed Amedeo around a few turns, and came to a bedroom, the interior furnishings were all luxurious that he could only see in oil paintings.

Camillo stood at the door and was afraid to go in. He waited until Amedeo walked to the center of the room before he took a step in cautiously. The soft carpet seemed to be stepping on clouds.He was full of curiosity about everything here, especially the marble fireplace, which had no smell of snuff from the fire in the orphanage at all, and the warm firelight made the furniture in the room brilliant and pleasing to the eye.

Someone consciously went to the fireplace to keep warm, and suddenly there was an extra piece of clothes on his back, "Put on the clothes." Camillo turned his head in surprise and saw that Amedeo had already sat on the sofa and turned over a piece of clothing. Book, without even looking at him.

So bring him here just to find him something to wear, not Sobica?

Since he had clothes to wear, Camillo was not polite. He changed his clothes and asked, "You don't care about that guy who ran away?"

Amedeo didn't raise his head: "Chasing a wizard? Waste of time."

At that time, Camillo didn't know what a wizard was, but he just thought it sounded very powerful.After changing his clothes, he looked in the mirror. He had black hair and white robe, thin lips and straight nose, and a hint of rebellion in his handsome eyebrows. He really was a standard handsome guy!

It's a pity that he was born on Yanling Island where there are many beauties, and he suddenly became a passerby, and the narcissism that had finally arisen was broken into several pieces.Turning his head again, compared with the handsome and extraordinary god behind him, he probably doesn't even count as good-looking.

Now that poor narcissism has been shattered into pieces!

Hearing the repeated sighs, Amedeo couldn't help frowning.The young man was looking back and forth in the mirror, Yuebai's robe danced with his movements, like a dragon flying around.

Through the mirror, Camillo saw Amedeo put down the book and walked towards him slowly. His tall and slender body was backlit, as if covered in golden light.Staring at the beauty getting closer and closer to him, Camillo's heart beat faster, and Jun's face blushed a little. Before he could think about it, he saw that slender hand reaching out and caressing his back. , and continued to heal his injuries.

"..." Camelot twitched the corners of his mouth in secret. So it turned out that he was brought here to change clothes just to heal his injuries?This Lord Demon God, is it some kind of bad taste to injure people and then heal them himself?

"Do you want to know who your real father is?" The other party's voice suddenly came from behind.

Camillo replied decisively: "I don't want to." One has already beaten him so much that he can't walk, so if another one is needed, how can he die?

Amedeo's expression moved slightly, the memory of the child who tugged at his sleeve and begged him not to let him go, had grown into a teenager who was completely independent of family affection under his hypnosis.The eyebrows are still familiar to him, but the unruliness in his eyes is more and more like that person.

Seeing that he was silent, Camillo rolled his eyes and thought of something else: "That... Amedeo, no no, it's Lord Demon God! Since you are so powerful, teach me magic! "

Amedeo's ice-blue eyes flashed an imperceptible darkness, he withdrew his hand calmly, and replied calmly: "Okay."

Just agree?Camillo had a look of disbelief.

He heard Amedeo chanting a mantra, and then Camillo only felt a flash in front of his eyes. He had followed Amedeo to a high platform like a sacrificial place. There were no stairs on this high platform. Supported by long pillars, strangely shaped runes are carved on the pillars.

"The magic energy here is the strongest, and it is the most suitable for practicing magic."

Standing behind him, Camillo stuck out his tongue quietly, thinking smugly that as a person in the heavens, he could only practice mana at most. On the contrary, if he mastered mana, wouldn't it be particularly powerful.

But it turns out that he thought too much...

"Concentrate." Amedeo said while supporting his arm.

But the fireball technique that was supposed to emerge showed no sign at all, not even a spark!

Camillo's hands in the seal were almost sore, and after learning a few new formulas without success, he finally gave up, "I won't practice anymore!" he said angrily.

Amedeo was a little unhappy, frowned slightly, and his voice was slightly lowered: "Practicing magic is not a matter of a moment, it takes hard work to make up for it."

Camillo turned his head, put his hands on his hips, and said confidently: "My lord, I'm hungry!"

Amedeo was slightly taken aback. As a god, he doesn't need to eat every day. He can replenish his physical strength through the powerful magic energy of the demon world, but it is impossible for a young man like Camillo who has no base to do so. Thinking of this child Because of his negligence and being hungry until now, Amedeo couldn't help but blame himself, and immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare meals.

When Camillo was sitting on the table waiting, he suddenly thought of a question: "Hey, is there anything...I mean, is there anyone in this world who is born with a hard time learning magic?"

Amedeo raised his head from the book, his icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was clear and indifferent.

"In this world, there is only one race that can never master magic—the orcs."

"Oh..." Camilo replied vaguely, obviously distracted, because the delicacies served in front of him had completely taken his attention away, wow, this one is delicious, this one is delicious too!The book of the heavenly world also said that the demon world eats carrion corpses and drinks blood, which seems to be all nonsense.

He couldn't help arguing with Amedeo: "This meat is very delicious, the steamed noodles are tender and soft, and this soup, um - it's delicious, don't you want to try it?"

While talking, he picked up the meat he liked and stuffed it into his mouth with a big chopstick. Before he could swallow it, he picked up the fruit on the side and took a bite, "Hey, this fruit is a bit similar to the wild fruit on Yanling Island, but it's more Ours is smaller, and ours is golden. You don't know, the nuns on Yanling Island will also take care of our table manners when we eat, they are very fierce..."

Amedeo rubbed the corners of the pages with his fingers. He didn't read anything at all, but kept listening to the person next to him talking endlessly. He suddenly asked, "Why did you leave Lingling Island?"

These words really hit his heartache, not to mention being dragged to the devil world in the middle of the exam, and then being chased and beaten by an old woman he didn't know, and now he was dragged and arrested... The more I think about it... The more angry, Camillo completely forgot the identity of Amedeo, and couldn't help pouring out bitterness.

After listening, Amedeo pondered for a moment, and offered to propose: "Then how about I send you back to Yanling Island?"

When he said this, he carefully stared at Camillo's expression, hoping to find even the slightest bit of reluctance in his memory, but unfortunately he was disappointed, and a sincere smile appeared on that immature face: "Okay, Thanks!"

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