The First Law God Black History Handbook

Legston was a sharp young man.Like now.

"Your Excellency Fashen, I can assure you that I will be the most suitable partner for you in this world." He didn't mention his partner or lover, so as not to be thrown out by the still angry Master Fashen.

Thrander glanced at him and didn't speak.He got up and took out the medicine box from the cabinet behind the desk and put it on the desk.

Legston quickly got up from the ground, looking at Thrander with bright eyes.

Thrander tapped on the table, "Take care of it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he walked around the table and wanted to go out. Legston grabbed his wrist, "But my lord, I also hurt my back."

Thrander turned sideways slightly, and stared at him with blue eyes for a moment, "I thought you were so omnipotent that you could apply the medicine yourself."

Legston was very wronged, "You overestimate me, my lord."

Thrander sat back in the chair and opened the medicine box on the desk, "I'm not your master, so you don't need to call me that." Then he continued, "Take off your clothes."

Legston quickly took off his clothes. It was an ordinary tan hunting suit, and inside was a chain armor that shone with white light. Thrander could feel the magical aura on it.But now it seems that this chain armor has been broken.

Legston dropped the chain mail to the ground with a heavy thud.All that remained of him was an inner liner, which was already stained with blood.He pursed his lips, and secretly glanced at Thrander, who was handling the medicine and gauze, with a low eyebrow.

"...But you are already my master. Lord Fashen, my heart will always belong to you, follow you, and regard you as the only god."

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, deliberately exposing his strong body to Thrander's eyes.He even puffed his chest muscles quietly, and then said in a low voice, "My injury is in the back, do I need to take off this dress?"

Thurland had no interest in commenting on the flattery and fawning that Legston could readily throw at him.Coupled with his behavior of deliberately showing his strength like an animal in heat/estrus, Thurander easily understood the meaning of the other party - there is only one real gist of all this guy's words - that is, I want to fuck you .

Maybe it's a bit vulgar to say this, but this is the best sentence Thrander can find to express this guy's purpose.

"In addition to undressing, you can also choose to get out with your clothes." Thrander said to him.

Legston took off the last piece of clothing on his upper body awkwardly.

The young man's body was covered with many scars.Some are light and some are deep.But not in a fatal position.

The new wounds were mostly scrapes and strangulations; the only serious wound was on the back.

It was the claw mark left by the magic beast.At the same time, Thrander found that the dark magic on him had not been completely eliminated.

Thrander let him sit on a bench beside him, with his back exposed.Legston then turned and leaned over the back of the chair.

"I don't think it's particularly serious, I just need a little bit of hemostatic grass leaves—hiss!"

Legston finally shut up.

Thrander withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and turned to the table to look for suitable herbs.

"The claws of a magical beast like Lerio are highly poisonous, and the venom it spouts contains evil dark magic power. As a warrior, you don't even know how many dark magic seeds have accumulated on your body." Thrander didn't deliberately criticize his carelessness and stupidity, but just stated a fact.

But he ignores Legston's ability to find comfort in his words.So Legston skipped all the facts, and only caught one piece of news that surprised him.

He turned his head, and there was surprise in his voice, "So, Your Excellency, you didn't trap me in the magic because you were angry, did you?"

Thrander didn't answer him immediately.He chose hemostatic grass and the leaves of several poison-clearing grasses and smashed them together, then poured the prepared magic potion together, and wiped them on the gauze that had been laid.

"Magic is my best field. But it doesn't mean that I don't understand the combat skills of fighters." Thrander walked over with disinfected water and wine, "You made the most fatal mistake——when you are not sure Whether the enemy is dead or not, expose your back to the sharp claws."

Legston stood up in shock, "Did you see that?!"

Thurander pushed him back on the chair, "I don't need to see it myself, you have already told me about these injuries."

Legston followed Thrander's strength to sit down and lie down, while tilting his head and peeking at him.

Thrander patted his head, "Sit down."

Legston turned his head back and sighed against his arms, "You are wiser and stronger than the rumors say."

"so what?"

"Maybe I really don't deserve you."

"You do have self-knowledge."

"But I love you!" Legston wanted to turn around again, but Thurland pressed hard on the wound, and cried out in pain, "Maybe I am not as powerful as you in terms of strength, but I Have the strongest and most sincere love! Believe me, Your Excellency Thurander, you will never find anyone who loves you more than me!"

Thrander sneered, "You should say these words again in front of Carl." He didn't mention Legston's rudeness in calling him by name, but took a gauze covered with herbs for Legston. Apply it, then chant healing spells.

After the magic spell was completed, Thrander took the prepared bandage and wrapped it up for him, and at the same time reminded him, "Leggston, our enemies don't only come from darkness, you have to be careful."

Legston secretly liked the other party's connivance, and also enjoyed the other party's close relationship with him, but he left the warning words behind him-what dark creatures and evil forces, why should they be in such a beautiful and harmonious place? Think about such troublesome things in getting along?

"Okay, get up and put on your clothes." Thrander interrupted Legston's imagination, and turned to wash his hands.

"Is it ready?" Mr. Saint Seiya was a little reluctant to believe it.

Thrander wiped his hands and sneered, "You can continue to lie on your stomach until Karl comes in and throws you into the lair of magical creatures to be tortured or to die."

Legston curled his lips, stood up slowly and put on his clothes again.

During this time, Thrander had put on his magic cloak and walked out.

And then at last Legston remembered his Alexis—oh, and he hadn't delivered his well-prepared victory!His Master Dharma God hasn't had breakfast yet!

"Your Majesty, Dharma God, wait for me!" He ran back to the magic cage that he had broken through, put Alexis back in his arms to protect him tightly, and shouted to the back of the disappeared Dharma God.

The situation outside is chaotic.

Carl and Pique sat in the driver's seat, watching the aggressive Linerta and border guards in front of the car with cold eyes.

At this time their carriage was parked outside Selke Carlo Castle.This castle is jointly owned by the Ketrondor Empire and the Numan Empire, and it is one of the fortresses against the forces of darkness.It is also the border fort line hub of the two empires.

Linerta seemed to know the guards here. She insisted that the carriage that Karl was in contained dark magical creatures, and hoped that these guards could thoroughly investigate the carriage and the mages in the carriage.

Carl, of course, would not have her way.He protected Pique on one side, and the magic elements in his hands were highly concentrated. As long as the opponent dared to take a step forward, he would definitely teach them a lesson!

Many of the onlookers are swordsmen and guards with swords. They are the backbone of resisting dark creatures.This castle fortress has at least [-] guards and [-] hired swordsmen.

Everyone present saw the condensation of magic elements in Karl's hands.

"Look! That's a great magician!" Someone exclaimed.

"He can summon magic elements without spells, he is a wizard!" said a swordsman.

"What do you know! That's a magister! A storm of magic elements that only a magister can condense!"

"My God! Magister! Are you kidding? We have a Magister here!" Several swordsmen asked the speaking warrior together.

It's no wonder that the ordinary warriors onlookers were so surprised and couldn't believe it.After all, there are too few magicians in the West Fantasy Continent now, and even rarer are those who can grow up to become great magicians.

As Linerta thought, her status as a high-level magician was already higher than that of most people. If Thrand and the others really had the strength above that of a great magician, how could they have such a simple group of four? , hurried on the road?

In her worldview, a magician should be aloof, even if he goes out, he must be guarded by many people.

But the sorcerer in the white robe, apart from his perfect and beautiful face, he doesn't look like a sorcerer at all!

He was not domineering, did not need guards, and did not boldly display his magical prowess.May I ask which great magician went out with only a fighter, a coachman, and a servant?

He must be a liar!He used his perfect face to deceive his brother and everyone in the team, and even stole her magic crystal stone and his brother's emperor grass seed!

The author has something to say: Squat: Daughter-in-law saw my naked body!

Lazy: No, I just saw a stupid peacock with its tail open.

PS: It is set in this article that generally only the affiliation relationship is used to call [adult], to express respect generally use [Your Excellency], to express respect or to address strangers as [Mr.].