[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Engraving the "Light of Hecate" made Mason unable to get out of bed the next day.Lorca was so frightened that he thought he had caused trouble, so he paced back and forth by the bed at a loss.It made Mason dizzy even more.

"Mason, I'll let Custa help you heal."

Mason hurriedly let out a moan that sounded extremely fragile, "She...don't know...how to run Hecate..."

Then Mason looked at Lorca pitifully, his eyes seemed to say, you are responsible to the end.

"But I'm afraid of hurting you." Loka regretted his recklessness last night. "If it hurts, just call out and I'll stop, okay?"

Mason nodded, his eyes full of expectation.Pain is nothing, the pain bestowed by the beloved is the sweetest rain.

Mason took off his nightgown obediently, and lay flat under Lorca's gaze.He felt himself softening little by little under his gaze, turning into water, mist, and cloud under the touch of his fingertips.He allowed himself to be completely contained by the breath of his beloved.

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Recently, Loka discovered that the "Light of Hecate" really helped Mason a lot.His most direct feeling is that playing chess with Mason is becoming more and more difficult to "bully" him.

The days of confinement are happy times for Mason.He couldn't believe that he could still sit with Lorca like this. As long as he could sit quietly beside Lorca, Mason would feel peaceful and happy. He liked to see Lorca meditating, and watching him deploy his legion to attack the city with determination. , watching him raise his eyebrows triumphantly when he knocked out his own chess piece.In order to make Lorca happy, Mason figured out various strategies to make Lorca win a big victory after some hard thinking.

However, because of Loka's practice in Soroa Pine Forest, he often appeared in front of Mason wearing a white robe, which caused Mason to be in a trance.

Lorca fiddled with Mason's "knight," which he had just knocked off with "queen."Bored and waiting for Mason to think for a long time.Seeing Mason's silence, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Mason used to play chess with brisk and decisive moves, so he didn't need to think for so long.

"Mason, I find it very strange that Palmer has been sleeping and waking up all the time. Why didn't His Majesty save him with the Soraya Divine Liquid? Even if there is only this one plate left in the entire Alanti, just use a little bit. He But the son of the ruling king."

The word "divine fluid" made Mason tremble in shock, and he put the "chariot" in the wrong grid.But he was soon relieved. This "chariot" was originally given to Lorca's "queen" to eat, and it is the same if it is eaten by his "high priest".

what to do?Couldn't Loka, an idiot, think of "divine liquid"? The "divine liquid" is gone!Not at all!Mason couldn't help but rubbed his forehead. Can Loka's sense of justice, full of light, restrain Palmer's suspicion in Mason's heart?The mysterious person who used the "Soul Sacrifice Curse" on Loka has not yet appeared.Mason is not sure whether Palmer and Altai are the accomplices or the victims.

Mason weighed his words carefully and said, "Lorca, I have also been poisoned by Yimihua. My experience is that Soraya's divine liquid cannot detoxify. Moreover, the concentration of the divine liquid in the treasure house is too high. Palmer's current body can bear it." No." He emphasized, "I can't bear it at all. You can also ask Lady Libetas, she is the high priest of the Huiyue tribe. She guards the Soloa pine forest all year round and knows the purpose of the divine liquid best. That's why I was poisoned She didn't use it for me."

Mason was satisfied to see Lorca's suddenly realized expression.He picked up the "Queen" and slashed several squares to eat Lorca's "High Priest".After a few rounds, Lorca's "King" was gently picked by Mason.

Lorca scratched his head, now playing against Mason is no longer easy.Mason gradually reverted to the quiet scholar of the past.There seemed to be a peculiar air about him when he was silent.

"Mason, what's wrong with you?" Loka saw Mason rubbing his forehead. "Uncomfortable?" He immediately stood up and held Mason's shoulder.Covering Mason's forehead with one hand.Mason looked up at Lorca. He was wearing a white priest robe, exuding a pure and holy aura.Even more heroic than in the cave.I couldn't help being in a trance again.Seeing his wandering eyes, Loka was worried that he was going to get sick again, so he immediately untied Mason's clothes, and reached in to find the location of "Hecate's Light" familiarly.

Mason closed his eyes and fell down limply, letting Lorca hold him up.Lorca picked him up like a petite and frail girl.Lorca felt Mason rub against his chest, and he felt as if he was holding a cat.

Lorca gently laid Mason flat on the bed.Gently unbuttoning the nightgown, his hand caressed Mason's chest, the pale skin showed the pattern of "Hecate's Light", and as his fingertips gently rubbed, the light of the pattern gradually stabilized and became brighter , and gradually disappeared under the skin.

At this moment, their breaths communicate with each other. If Mason is willing, he can easily influence Luoka's spiritual world, making Luoka do more things to him unconsciously, giving him more touches and tenderness.

But Mason just stared at Lorca, feeling his breath.Lorca's touch just traced the shape of the pattern.Mason felt that the softest part of his heart had been ironed by his touch.

"Mason? Are you better?" Lorca was a little unsure if Mason was awake, his eyes seemed blurred.

Lorca gently lifted Mason and helped him take off his nightgown, and the pattern on Mason's back also appeared.

Mason has been imprisoned||confinement these days, recuperating from injuries.His hair had unknowingly grown to his shoulder blades.Lorca gently brushed his hair back to his shoulders.

The soft touch of the shawl's hair wrapped around his neck made Mason feel lazy. He looked sideways at Lorca, his concentration seemed to be radiating light.He became more and more heroic, and the luster of his blond hair was like the long-lost sunshine in a secret realm.Mason looked at his neat short hair and suddenly thought of something.

"Lorca, when did you get your haircut?"

"En? En! A few days ago. In the Thoroa pine forest." Loka replied casually.

"The cut hair will be burned." Mason said in a low voice.

"Huh? What?" Lorca was puzzled.

"Lorca, you still have to be careful." Mason said softly.However, Lorca's current strength is far superior to that of the past. He is extremely confident now, and he doesn't care about Mason's reminder at all.

In the middle of the night, in the dark and gloomy temple garden, no one noticed that from time to time, a few skylarks and nightingales of various colors came and went in the night.They all flew from the direction of the Soloa pine forest, and left after a short stay in a remote courtyard.

The dark bedroom is shrouded in a barrier that blocks sound.Mason was alone in the room, standing barefoot, the hem of his nightgown automatic without wind.He held a golden ball of light in his hand, and he stared at the ball of light, his eyes burning with strange purple awns.

The golden light group kept changing, and finally turned into a small human figure, falling into Mason's palm.The light faded, and the small puppet was surprisingly made of golden hair.Mason gently stroked the hair doll in his palm, his fingers passed over, and a lavender halo appeared on the blonde doll.

"My love," he murmured.

Although Loka practiced meditation diligently every day, he was very tired.But he didn't sleep well at night.He seemed to be struggling slightly in his sleep, and gave up powerlessly.Unknowingly, she let out a quick gasp and hummed softly, as if she was acting like a baby.His handsome brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring discomfort, and gradually relieved, as if he was being soothed by something, showing a peaceful and enjoying expression, and he gradually fell asleep peacefully until it was close to the early morning.

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Mason is acting like a demon again