My nemesis tempts me every day

Instructor Carol of the healing department said after seeing Golando's injury that it was not serious, but he needed to recuperate for half a month before he could go to class normally, and the wound was covered with special powder, so it was best not to use magic during this half month , and told Ronoye some precautions, and let Ronoye perform the duties of a roommate and take good care of Golando.

After Teacher Kairoll left, Ronoye walked around the dormitory, and finally returned to Golando's bed.

After the treatment of Mentor Kyroll, Gorlando recovered most of his trauma, but because his internal organs were also damaged, he couldn't get out of bed for a while, and he didn't regain consciousness.

"Gorlando?"

Ronoye yelled in Golando's ear, and waited for two seconds without getting a response.

This sharp-tongued person who often quarreled with himself was now lying quietly like a corpse, lifeless.

Ronoye's heart seemed to be lifted up by a hand and hung high in the air. Should this feeling be anxiety or helplessness?He couldn't figure it out.

The silence in the dormitory spread to Ronoye's chest like icy sea water, making him a little breathless. In the past, he always thought that Golando was too noisy and wanted to expel him from the dormitory, but now Golando is neither noisy nor noisy However, it was not the result that Ronoye would like to see.

In Ronoye's heart, there was disgust for Glando, admiration for his talent, and gratitude for him coming to rescue him. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, like colorful paint spilled on a white cloth, mixed together. A color that he can't name himself.

Thinking of the contract magic that he made with Golando due to a mistake, if Golando accidentally died before, he might be able to automatically terminate the contract with him, but if the contract was terminated for this reason, Ronoye would be troubled in the end. install.

Just as Ronoye was staring at Golando's bed in a daze, there was the sound of the magic lock being unlocked from the door of the dormitory. Ronoye shuddered reflexively, and turned to look at the person who came.

"Is he awake?"

After entering the dormitory, Knight Commander Irwin closed the door, took off his gloves and put them in his arms.

"No." Ronoye turned his head away, his tone a little sad.

Olwen walked up to Ronoye and stroked his soft hair: "Are you worried?"

"How could I..." Ronoye swallowed the words as soon as he left his mouth.

He was indeed a little worried.

So he changed his words: "This civilian saved me, so I naturally have to pay attention to his condition."

After hearing this, Olwen narrowed his eyes and said, "You guys are really affectionate."

"Big brother?"

Ronoye didn't understand where Orwin came to this conclusion.

In the next second, Olwen's expression became serious: "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about the assassin."

Hearing the word "Assassin", Ronoye straightened his face and asked seriously, "Have you caught it?"

"I have caught them all, but..." Olwen clenched his fists slowly, "They all committed suicide by taking poison, and the corpses were burned to ashes under the effect of the medicine, without leaving even a single hair."

Ronoye opened his eyes wide, this way of death...

"The Inquisitor—?"

Olwin didn't veto it, and Ronoye lowered his head slightly.

It really is a member of the Judiciary.

This is an illegal sect formed by a group of heretics who claim to be empowered by the gods. They bluff and deceive everywhere under the banner of "helping the gods judge good and evil", and secretly recruit troops in an attempt to shake the foundation of the Ferga empire. This time they The assassination of Ronoye showed that the news of Ronoye's loss of magic power had already spread, and it seemed that even the Royal Academy of Magic was not a safe place.

"Even you dare to move, the courage of this group of people is really getting bigger and bigger." Olwin thumped the cabinet next to the bed heavily, "The most annoying thing is that no one saw how they got in, royal family The defense of the Academy of Magic is so negligent, it is beyond my expectation."

"Today is the holy day, the guards must be looser than usual." Ronoye said.

Most of the people in the judicial department took advantage of this point because of their certainty.

What Irwin was afraid of was that if it wasn't for the commoner who was lying on the bed, his younger brother might not be able to stand in front of him and talk to him like this again, and he would have to thank him when Gorlando woke up, and... he had to Put some trustworthy people by Ronoye's side.

Olwen looked at Ronoye's thin figure and rested his chin in thought.

……

Golando slept all night and barely woke up at noon the next day. Ronoye just finished eating and returned to the dormitory. Golando met his eyes, pointed to his shriveled belly and said, "I hungry."

Know what to eat when you wake up!

Ronoye put down his satchel and winked outside, and two knights came in pushing the dining cart.

Gorlando was dumbfounded, he could enjoy this kind of treatment, isn't he dreaming?

Ronoye walked to Golando's bed with a straight face and asked, "Can you wake up?"

Gorlando tried to lift his waist, and there was an obvious pulling feeling near the kidney.

When he just woke up, he checked his body, someone treated his wound and applied enough medicine, but the things painted on the knives of those men in black are quite cheating, as long as he wants to use magic wounds, there will be a burst pain.

It's not impossible to sit up, but seeing the young master trying to pretend not to care, Gorlando suddenly wanted to make something bad.

He raised his neck slightly as a gesture, and then let himself fall back on the bed, clutching the wound and saying, "Ouch, pain, pain, pain..."

Ronoye didn't think much about it, thinking that Golando was really in pain, so he rushed to the bed and grabbed Golando's arm and asked nervously, "Is it still hurting? You can't even sit up?"

Gorlando snorted and nodded.

"I'm going to trouble some knight brother to feed me the wounded." Gorlando smiled reluctantly.

Ronoye saw that the two knights had red lips and white teeth, and guessed that they were also pampered nobles. They were probably clumsy and had never served anyone, so they gritted their teeth and said, "I don't need you, I'll do it."

"How can I make you, Master Amphelos, do such a thing." One of the knights said in panic.

Ronoye gestured to stop the knight's hand reaching for the dinner plate: "It's okay."

His mother has been weak and sick since giving birth to him, and several brothers and sisters usually take turns to take care of him. He has some experience in caring for the sick.

Ronoye scooped up a spoonful of hot chicken soup and blew it, bringing it to Glando's mouth.

Gorlando was shocked, as if in a dream.

Why is the young master so obedient?Unscientific!

"...Drink quickly."

Ronoye urged shyly.

Gorlando hurriedly moved his mouth to bite the spoon, and just like that, he drank a bowl of delicious chicken soup spoon by spoon, and his body immediately recovered a few percent of his strength.

After finishing the chicken soup, Ronoye fed other food to Golando, and Golando had the illusion that Ronoye was feeding himself as Rand.

After the meal was finished, the two knights pushed the dining car back out, of course they remembered to close the door.

Gorlando looked straight at Ronoye, as if he wanted to see a flower on the young master's face.

"Master, can I make a request?" Gorlando raised his hand.

"Say."

"Help me up and put a pillow behind me. I want to read a novel for a while."

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Ronoye did so, and Glando's novel was stuffed under his pillow. When he handed the book to Golando, Ronoye accidentally glanced at the title——"The Pope of Pure Love and the Pretty Virgin".

"What are you looking at!" Ronoye complained.

"Oh, this one? Johnson lent it to me. I just read it." Golando turned a few pages and stopped at the bookmark.

Ronoye felt incredible: "Can you read this kind of dirty novel...?"

Gorlando said: "It's okay to pass the time, it's not like I like it."

After reading a few pages, Golando put down the book and asked, "Young master, aren't you going to the afternoon class?"

Ronoye looked away: "Because you woke up, I asked them to ask for leave for me... You are inconvenient to move."

——The "they" were referring to the two knights who had just left.

Gorlando was a little surprised when he heard that, he just blocked the knife, and the young master treated him so well for the first time, it's worth it!

He had to take the opportunity to make a few more rip offs.

"Hey, I'm bleeding a lot this time, young master, you have to show it anyway." Golando said meanly.

Ronoye frowned in confusion.

How else can I express it?He has already asked for leave to take care of Glando, how else can he express it?The dignified young master of the duke's mansion personally took care of a commoner, and no one would believe him if he said it. He had already given Gorlando enough face, but this commoner still didn't feel satisfied?

Ronoye asked impatiently: "What else do you want me to do? Tell me all at once."

Gorlando saved him, and he was wrong no matter what, so he didn't bother to waste time arguing with short-sighted civilians.

Golando thought for a while and said: "On the surface, I saved you alone, but in fact I saved many people. Your parents, your brothers and sisters, and your fiancée... none of these people can save you. Losing you, you see, I have made a great contribution, right? So it’s not too much to ask for a substantive gift, right?”

Golando said "substantial", and Ronoye also understood.

"Want money?"

"Yes, young master, you are really smart." Glando smiled.

Ronoye stood up abruptly, and sat down again with a click of his tongue.

"What do you want so much money for? Apart from money...are you not interested in other honors or titles?"

This time, Gorlando saved him. If he really used this to ask Duke Amphelos for a lowest title or a fat job, it would be perfectly fine.

"No, I just want money."

Golando was determined.

Ronoye was speechless for a moment, Gorlando's vision was too narrow.

Seeing Ronoye's confusion, Gorlando shrugged and said, "Young master, don't you look down on me? You don't know that money is enough to solve many problems for the poor. As long as we have money, our life It can be much smoother, as long as we have no worries about food and clothing, we are willing to give everything in exchange.”

Looking at Ronoye's pure eyes, Golando continued: "When I was young, I robbed apples from beggars, and was robbed of bread by unscrupulous boys. In order to survive in the dirty and chaotic slums, to deal with the hungry Belly, dignity and pride are all things that can be thrown away."

Gorlando unconsciously fell into childhood memories.

"I have seen young girls who sold their bodies because of hunger, and teenagers who voluntarily went to dangerous underground mines to treat their mothers. They are about the same age as these young masters and ladies in the Magic Academy, but they have already endured what ordinary people can't do. The hardships of imagination. These are the daily routines that are staged in the corners and alleys every moment."

At that time, his world was gray.

Returning to reality from the memory, Gorlando found that Ronoye pursed his lips at some point, looking depressed.

"Haha, I just listen to these words. Don't think too much, young master. A person like you will never come into contact with the dark side of the world in his life." Glando said.

"Are you mocking my innocence?" Ronoye raised his head.

"No, I'm envious of your purity..."

Ronoye suddenly interrupted Glando and said, "I was kidnapped once."

"what?"

"I was kidnapped when I was three years old. It's not like I haven't seen the things you said." Ronoye closed his eyes and said in a heavy tone, "I'm not as obsessed with the dark side of this world as you think. I don’t know, it’s just that I don’t have the ability to change it for the time being, no matter how rich and powerful a country is, it’s impossible to stop this phenomenon, we... can only reduce it as much as possible, and make fewer people displaced.”

To grant happiness to the commoners within the scope of control—this is also the responsibility and obligation of being a nobleman.

Ronoye's eyes were burning, and Golando suddenly didn't dare to look directly at the young master's eyes full of justice. They were too clear, as clean as the most precious crystal.

"Wealth and responsibility are equally important," Ronoye said every word, as if swearing to the gods, "My ideal is to join the Royal Magician team in the future and play for the country like Gustav's second brother. If we lose our honor, we have to pay the corresponding price, even if we risk our lives for it."

Ronoye, who expounded his ideal, seemed to be glowing all over his body.

The author has something to say:

I'm about to stop taking the title...

Who will save me QAQ

Or how about just taking "Master Pure Love" from now on?