before he was crowned king

The cat's claw stuffed the last piece of fruit tart into its mouth, and the black cat tilted its neck and looked back at the blond young man in front of him, thinking about why such an unpleasant guy lived in the perfect body he had personally shaped.

"Human beings, you are too lenient."

"In the ruins, you helped me restore my body." Sean said, "Arix no longer had the magic power to heal me."

The black cat was silent for a while, then wagged its tail again, "Yes, do you want to thank me?"

"When I saw you for the first time, you were in the form of a human being. After resurrecting me, you became a black cat." Sean seemed to recall slowly, "After the return of Duke Oscar who believed in you, you again Return to human form, and after the ruins, you become a black cat again."

"What does this mean?" The black cat said in a disdainful tone, "Your memory is good?"

"Becoming a black cat means that you have entered a weak state." Sean looked directly at those beautiful rose-colored pupils, "Or every time I am seriously injured, because of the contract, you have to consume strength to treat me, Can this be understood?"

"Human, are you looking down on me?" The black cat's shiny and slender limbs avoided the desserts on the table with precision and elegance, and walked towards Sean step by step, "Weak? Are you kidding me? Even if I am no longer a god, It is also an existence that is far better than you humans—"

Before he finished speaking, a warm and clean hand landed on the top of his head, almost instinctive as a cat, his fluffy head raised and inadvertently rubbed against the young man's palm.

When he realized what he was doing, the black cat froze, his body tensed like a stone statue.

"Can I touch it?" Although he was asking, that hand had already gently stroked the soft and shiny fur of the black cat, from the head, chin, to the back... Sean lowered his eyelids slightly and combed along the direction of the hair.

"You, you... what are you doing?" The black cat opened his mouth aggressively, but because the touch on his body was too comfortable, his breath was much weaker.

"Do you feel comfortable?" The young man's deep voice made the black cat wake up suddenly, and a sensitive nerve in his brain was severely prickled.

The closed windows were pushed open by the strong wind, and the gray-white curtains fluttered, blocking the sight of the moonlight. When the wind stopped, Herrell's exquisite and perfect face was close to Sean, with arrogant eyebrows and eyes full of words. Angry and resentful.

Sean sat calmly, his long, dazzling golden hair scattered on his arms, and he was trapped between the man and the chair in a confined state.

Helaier was angry. He never thought that he would be played around by a human being. He actually treated him like a cat with such a frivolous attitude. This kind of humiliation is even stronger than being dug out of the god core at that time. Some.

"Human, don't try to provoke me. A contract is not an olive branch wrapped in cashmere in your hand, it cannot be the shelter you think of." Herrell's voice contained threats, "And your life and death are determined by the second before I speak idea."

"I know." Sean's voice was light. He reached into his coat and took out a silver dagger when he came out. "You can easily kill me, but you must also save me."

"What are you doing?" Helaier frowned, only to see Sean pressing the dagger to his neck, with a cold light flowing from the blade.

"I hope you can answer a few questions for me." Sean held up the dagger without any fluctuations in his expression.

"It's ridiculous... you want to threaten me with your own life?"

"Well, you will exhaust your strength to revive me again and again." Sean nodded and admitted, "According to my speculation, this should be part of the contract, a part of you hiding from me."

"You—" Herrell's lips were tightened, and her back molars were clenched.

This is indeed a clause in the contract that is extremely unfavorable to him. For a true god, resurrecting one or two people is naturally nothing. It's not as good as before, and I can't stand the other party's deliberate suicide time and time again.

Helaier didn't know what would happen when his strength was exhausted, and the reason he concealed it was to avoid the current passive and bad situation.

"Despicable guy!" Herrell squeezed out a voice from his throat, "It's just pushing an inch."

"I am very grateful to you, Herrell." Sean said, "You gave me a new possibility."

"So treat the gift as a threat? Is this how you humans are grateful?" Helaier was really annoyed.

"I'm sorry," Sean said softly, "but if I don't do this, it will be difficult for me to know the truth about some things."

Herrell's eyes narrowed, his hand directly grasped the sharp blade, and then the dagger in Sean's hand shattered into a pile of iron filings on the spot.This is his vent and his concession.

"What do you want to know?" Herrell raised his body and stepped back to the table.

"In the Mirror Palace in Frederick Castle, is the crystal ball that Duke Oscar showed me some kind of image, or someone's real memory?" Sean asked, "Why do I have no impression of this memory?"

"I don't know." Herrell took a bite of the chestnut cake, and seemed to have calmed down a lot. "This is something made by Oscar. If you want to know, you can ask him yourself."

"Did Duke Oscar kill me? In the palace."

"really."

"You know my eye nerve was severed, but you didn't fix it for me, did you?"

"Yes."

"Is it because a body with magic elements is easily repelled by the god's core?" Sean's voice paused, "You gave me the god's bone, is it because you plan to occupy my body and return to the world?"

"So you know all about it?" Herrell froze for a moment, and let out a low laugh.

"Zero matter, the annihilation of magic, the infinite transformation of matter-magic...it's actually not hard to guess." Sean let out a sigh of relief, "It is said in the books I have read that the gift given by fate has already marked the price in secret .Not to mention a gift from the devil."

"That's right. That's exactly what I thought about it." Speaking of this, Helaier didn't need to hide it anymore, "Unfortunately, my god core has been necrotic."

"It's still possible to fix it," Sheen said. "Its basic function is still there."

"Heh, if that's the case, your body is mine." Heller's mouth curled up, he leaned against the table, his cold fingers slashed across the clear lines of Sean's face like a knife, "I'm to myself I am very satisfied with the work.”

"Okay." Sean said flatly.

"What?" Herrell paused, thinking he had heard wrongly, "You said yes?"

"After the contract is completed, this body will belong to you."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Herrell withdrew her hand and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Some words cannot be regretted."

"I understand, this is my promise to you." Sean nodded slightly, "Apart from that, do you have anything else to hide from me?"

"I think you're extremely annoying, okay?" Herrell looked unhappy.

"No, I know that." Sean said seriously, "After all, I did have the idea of ​​obliterating you. The contract is equal. If you think I have something to hide, you can also ask me."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Herrell's mouth twitched, he didn't understand the young man's intention to force him to confess everything.

"I want to change the relationship between us." Sean said slowly, "Spreading these differences on the bright side will help build trust."

"Trust?" The word made Herrell laugh. "You are just a human being. No matter what you do, it will only trouble me at most and will not really hurt me. I don't care at all."

"Not caring about each other's betrayal is also a kind of trust." Sean stood up and approached those rose-colored pupils, "If you can do not care, be it kind or malicious, there is no need to hide it, are you right? ?”

Helaire looked at the face he carved with his own hands, and he was in a trance for a moment. He tried to recall his original intention of creating this work at that time, and what kind of emotion he had to shape this body at that time.

A young man who lives like an ant, watching him rush to a certain place, even if he deliberately blocks his way, he will still find a new route.

It feels very interesting to keep him by my side, but it would be a pity to let him die like this.

It seems to be such a thought.

There was a light knock on the door behind him, and Sean's movements froze. He turned his head to look at the door of the dormitory, with a slightly puzzled expression.

And when he looked back, Herrell, who was leaning on the edge of the table, had disappeared, and a black shadow jumped out from the window sill.

"Are you actually running away?" Sean sighed softly.

At this time, the door of the dormitory was knocked lightly again.

Sean turned around unhurriedly and walked towards the door. To be honest, he didn't know who would knock on his door when he was about to rest.

"Which one is outside the door?" Sean didn't open the door right away.

"It's me." A rather dull voice came from outside the door.

Hearing the familiar voice, Sean frowned, and he opened the door. The young man stood at the door with his head drooping like a stake, his broken black hair covering all his expressions.

"Arix, what's the matter?" Sean could clearly feel that something was wrong with the other party. If the usual Arix gave others the feeling of a warm sun in the sky, then now he is like a bird caught in cold water. The extinguished candlestick, frustration, sadness, entanglement... all kinds of negative emotions overflowed from him.

"Sorry, Sean, to bother you so late." Alex's voice was very soft.

"Did something happen?" Sean asked.

"I have no place to go for the time being, can you take me in for a night?" Alex raised his head, he seemed to want to squeeze out an apologetic smile, but unfortunately failed, because the corner of his mouth was full of bitterness.

Seeing the nondescript smile on the young man's face, Sean lowered his eyes slightly, as if he understood something.

"Come in." He opened the door fully.