The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The Fairy Dragon circled around Grelin Castle, and when the guards on the ground gave way, it landed on the granite square in front of the castle.

"My lord, congratulations on your triumphant return." Duke Williams knelt respectfully at the head, welcoming Camelot's arrival.

Jeremy came all the way wearing armor, his hair was messy with sweat, he looked up at His Majesty with burning eyes, held his sword reverently, and knelt down on one knee.

And he turned his head slightly, caught a glimpse of the Demon God beside him, and immediately frowned displeasedly: "Amedeo, why didn't you kneel down when you saw His Majesty?!"

At this moment, Amedeo's mind is entirely on Camillo. He couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. The old god of the demon world should have sworn loyalty to Camelot at this time.

His knees finally bent slightly, but at this moment, a firm arm suddenly embraced him, and a low, soft smile spread beside his ear, magnetic and ambiguous, which made his heart beat a little faster.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Camillo put his arms around Amedeo, and at an angle that no one could see, he tilted his head and kissed Amedeo's neck. Just as he was about to continue speaking, a loud cry suddenly came from his arms: " Whoa whoa whoa~~~"

Amedeo was startled, he took a step back, and saw a baby in Camillo's arms, "This is..."

"Okay, so cute!" Fiona suddenly pushed aside the crowd and squeezed over. She was reluctant to welcome Camelot, so she hid at the back all the time. Pinching the child's face, touching the feet, and making faces at the child, the crying baby girl finally calmed down, allowing her fingers to look at Fiona curiously.

The Duke quickly stopped her and reprimanded: "Fiona, don't be rude!"

"Troublesome woman." Camillo didn't like children at all, and handed the baby girl to Fiona. "You can take it away."

"It's so cute!" Fiona took the baby and turned around excitedly. She took a closer look at the baby girl's facial features, and suddenly exclaimed, "Yo——a bit like you, she is you outside illegitimate daughter?"

Amedeo's eyes quickly flashed a trace of astonishment, he grabbed Camillo's hand, and asked urgently, even with some panic: "What's going on?"

"Hmm...?" Camillo narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Amedeo's increasingly nervous appearance, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to pick the other's chin, "I wanted to tease you , but judging by your nervous look, forget it. This is the young master that Yimeler mentioned, and if I guess correctly, it should be my brother—the heir of Matthew."

After speaking, he looked back at Kiria, "Right, Kiria? You should have met the informant."

Kiria didn't expect that the topic would suddenly fall on her head. She quickly opened the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Yes, it's Matthew and Blue Bird and..."

Facing the sight of Amedeo, who was almost as cold as a cold pool, Kiriya felt that her kidneys were weak and her legs and feet were weak. She took a deep breath and swallowed the following words abruptly. : "...'s child, hehe."

Camillo nodded and said, "Well, after all, she is the daughter of an old friend, so I brought her back."

Amedeo looked down at Camillo, there was no chill in his eyes, only tenderness and tolerance, "I'm sorry for their death." He said softly.

"It's over," Camillo raised his jaw slightly, his eyes full of indifference, "Only the strong can survive in Dragon Valley, so don't mention this matter again."

Amedeo knew that if the soft-hearted Camillo was present, he would definitely say some self-blame and sad words, but as a king, he shouldn't show too much sadness, so he gently embraced Camillo's arm, Comforting: "You must be tired, you should go to the city..."

"Wow wow——" Almost at the moment when Amedeo touched Camillo, the baby wailed again.

Camillo frowned, turned around and walked over, picked up the child from Fiona's hand, "Why are you so annoying."

He glanced around impatiently, and his eyes fell on Jeremy. Jeremy opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and shook his head quickly: "King! Don't, it's impossible!"

But Camillo still pushed the baby into his arms. Unexpectedly, the baby girl stopped crying immediately. Under the eyes of everyone, she stretched out her small hand and grabbed Jeremy's armor, blinking her watery eyes. Showed a shallow smile.

The surroundings were instantly quiet.

Let's look at the child, and look at Jeremy, brown hair...big dark brown eyes...soft facial lines...it's like a mold!

Camillo smiled with satisfaction: "Very well, it is really useful to look like Matthew, and I will leave the responsibility of taking care of the children to you, the principal."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Camillo really "kept his promise". After handing over the mess to Jeremy, he didn't see the child again for a few days. Amedeo couldn't stand it any longer: "Camilo, you should go too. Watch the kids and develop some affection."

Camillo picked up a few documents from the table and leaned against the window sill, "I'm busy."

Amedeo's phoenix eyes glanced lightly at the meeting report in his hand. He turned it upside down, but he didn't touch it. He just took it out of Camillo's hand, put the document back on the table, and picked up the quill by himself. Circle it, "It's the same for me to approve these for you. Then I will help you organize them into a book. You can just read them over. Then you will always have time tomorrow."

Camillo snorted coldly, and asked the maid to bring the afternoon tea with a gloomy expression. The girl serving was wearing a silver bell on her feet, with a slim figure and curly hair around her waist. Lu, came forward and gave a deep salute, and bent over to make black tea for Camillo.

After the maid had set the dishes, Camillo casually said, "You stay and serve."

He purposely glanced at Amedeo's reaction, who knew that the other party was still reviewing the document with his head down, as if he hadn't heard this sentence at all.

Camillo's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said, "Come here, pinch my legs."

"Yes." The maid smiled and nodded, knelt down obediently, and pinched his slender hands on his legs. At first, her movements were very regular. Frequent teasing.

Camillo breathed heavily and endured it for a moment, but Amedeo hadn't spoken yet. His chest was filled with complicated emotions, and he couldn't help shouting: "You can step back."

After the maid left, Amedeo put down his pen, and with a faint smile on his lips, he got up and left the seat.He knelt down where the maid was just now, and knelt between his legs on one knee, looking up at Camillo: "Are you angry?"

Camillo folded his arms and turned his face away without saying a word.

Amedeo stretched out his hand to untie his belt, Camillo's face was slightly startled, and a slender and powerful hand stroked it.

"That day, Jeremy asked me at the city gate, why didn't I kneel down to you?"

Camillo turned his head calmly, looking down into Amedeo's eyes.

"As your subordinate god, under the primary and secondary rules set by the divine court, I should kneel down and worship you," Amedeo stuck to the hot object, lowered his head and kissed lightly, "My body, my body Hands, my mouth, all exist to serve you."

"My king, please allow me to bow down to you."

Camillo himself froze on his seat unexpectedly, and was immediately kissed by the warm lips of the other party, as if moistening a holy vessel. Amedeo closed his eyes in intoxication, and made intermittent noises between the kisses. The panting sound, the voice was low and slightly hoarse, which caused the blood in Camillo's whole body to heat up sharply, even to the point of boiling.

He realized that he was really possessed. As long as Amedeo softened his attitude a little bit, he would be led/baked away. It really echoed the words of the Shacheng City Lord at the time - the little thing between the man's legs is completely Occupies half of the man's thinking.

He hates children. If Amedeo hadn't pleased him that night, how could he have been willing to take a look at that little guy from Dragon Valley.

When he arrived at Jeremy's residence, he kicked open the door, glanced around, and saw no one, so he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips: "No one, we can go."

Just as Camillo turned around, Jeremy rushed out from the back room behind him, "King, you're here!"

He was still holding the baby girl in his arms. When the little guy saw Camillo, he immediately opened his mouth and leaned over to go into his arms.

Jeremy shoved the child into Camillo's arms in a hurry, "It's great that you came, the child's wet nurse didn't come today for some reason, it's already an hour late, please help me look at it for a while, I'll look for it and I'll be right back!"

Before Camillo could speak, he had already run away, and a voice came from afar: "—I'll be right back!"

"..." Camillo hugged the child and turned his head to look at Amedeo with a gloomy expression.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of Amedeo's mouth. He sighed with a smile, and stretched out his hand and said, "Let me do it."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the child was in the hands of Amedeo, he immediately started crying again, and when he returned to Camillo's arms, he stopped crying. Babies who recognize their parents by smell are clearly very dependent on you."

Camillo didn't take it seriously: "Then why did I recognize you as my father when I was a child?"

Recalling the past, Amedeo couldn't help laughing: "There was about a year of running-in period, and you gradually got used to my smell, but when you fell asleep, if I hugged you, you would still bite me often."

"A one-year-old child can bite?" Camillo was a little unbelievable. He gently opened the baby girl's mouth with his fingers and looked at the upper jaw. There were actually two fangs hidden in the gums. Yes, it's bound to bleed.

"Yeah..." The child waved her limbs in dissatisfaction. She was very dissatisfied with Camillo's fingers, and finally opened her mouth to bite down, but very lightly, without using her fangs.

He shrugged helplessly: "Maybe it's just because I smell similar to Matthew."

The author has something to say: If you talk about chickens, you and I will be civilized.