A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

"Take it off." Obvious refusal.

Homan's throat moved, and he felt a little choked up after making a sound.The choking exposed the panic that Homan wanted to hide, which made him a little ashamed.

And Ludwig didn't feel much more relaxed, and he didn't think about what to say to make Homan let go of his guard.Thinking back to the time when he pretended to be too ruthless, he regretted his position, and now he doesn't even know how to open his mouth.

Homan buckled the dragon crystal around his neck like an angry little beast, making Ludwig laugh unconsciously, and blurted out: "It can't be taken off. I asked the Imperial Guard to beat it with the hardest top ice steel , only I can untie it."

Obviously, this sentence had the opposite effect on "calming Hohmann's resistance".

"Untie!"

"Don't!" Ludwig obviously didn't want to have these useless confrontations with Homan, but he didn't know why he always resisted when they met, "Who made you run all the time? Where are you going with this?" I can know."

Homan couldn't catch his breath and was about to pass his breath with anger.

Seeing that Ludwig was hugging Homan and not letting go, Simon Monkey next to him screamed anxiously, almost vomited a cloud of black flames to express.

Homan: "Then let me go, I can't run away anyway."

Ludwig glanced at Simon, who was anxious to get angry, and reluctantly let go of his hand.

As soon as he let go, Simon pounced on him, stretched out his half-human-high head against Homan's shoulder, and kept rubbing it back and forth, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Before Homan finished tossing Ludwig, he was blocked by Simon's slap in the face.

I haven't seen him for a year, and this guy is already big enough to knock a starship into the air, with a grunting sound coming from his throat, and it's unclear whether it's a threat or a coquettish.

"You are really big enough!..." Seeing Simon, Homan's heart like duckweed in the wind felt much better.

Ludwig was a little impatient seeing Simon pestering him for too long, and it seemed that he was going to kick this guy away after a while.

Homan patted the dragon's head, and before being drowned in his saliva (actually before being kicked away), he released the big killer—Lao Tzu.

As soon as Lao Tzu flew out, the dragon Simon chased after him.The huge Simon chasing Lao Tzu is like swatting a mosquito.

As soon as Simon left, Ludwig finally lifted his disgusted face, stretched out his hand and grabbed Homan's hand, and simply stopped being cautious, and asked the question he had held back for a year: "Why did you leave?"

Homan: "Not leaving? Waiting to be laughed at by you?"

Ludwig's expression softened: "I won't laugh at you."

"I'm not a royal, so it's nothing to stand there. Besides, it doesn't matter to you whether I leave or not."

"Why is it okay?" Ludwig scowled, "You like me."

Homan's body trembled when he heard these words, and Ludwig bit his lip in embarrassment: "I would also like to let you be my partner."

"I don't want it." Homan turned his head away and dodged his eyes.

Ludwig, who was directly rejected, was taken aback. He knew that Homan was somewhat resistant now, but he didn't know that he was so determined.

"Why? You chased me before, which made me upset every day. I thought it would be fine if I just said no now?"

Homan turned his head away stubbornly: "It was different then."

"How different! Don't you like me now?" Ludwig gritted his teeth.

"It's different! It's just different!" Homan yelled at Ludwig uncontrollably, how much his heart was stimulated when he met this guy, "Can it be the same?! I'm a guide now! I It's a guide!"

Homan's eyes were red, and when he realized it, he covered his forehead in embarrassment, trying to hide his gaffe.With a click, he heard the sound of his fictional illusion being shattered. No matter how much he brainwashed, he never succeeded in accepting his identity as a guide.

Ludwig was taken aback.He himself is not a person who likes to play tricks, and he has never been used to doing it.In order to chase Homan, he worked hard to weave language, but he didn't expect to cause disputes.

Although he couldn't understand what Homan said, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

Ludwig knew he was a Sentinel when he was a child and had no self-awareness about it.

No matter how powerful he is, the past cannot be changed.

However, Ludwig stubbornly wanted Homann in his future.

There seemed to be something stuck in his throat, but there was no need for clumsy deliberation, Ludwig's eyelashes fluttered, Canjin fell into the Milky Way like a star, and grabbed Homan's shoulder: "I know."

"I know you are suffering. But Homan, why share your burden with me?"

Homan held back his tears for too long, his breath was suffocated, his cheeks were a little sore: "What did you say?"

"Give it to me, I beg you. Not all roads have to be walked by yourself. Why do you drive yourself crazy? You are suspicious, so you put in more energy than others; you want to be strong, so you will always work countless times harder than others .You never rely on, never rest, and your eyes can only see the road you give. But you are human, and you cannot be strong forever if you are human! Why do you want to be strong? "Ludwig's voice Deep down, forced to meet Homan's eyes, feeling a little uncontrollable, "Look at me, look at me!"

"I admit that I was wrong before, but I am speaking clearly now. Give me a chance to understand your pain. Are you too timid to try? Is it because I am not what you think, you Doesn't it mean that your vision is wrong? Give me a chance, really. Homan, give me a chance."

For the first time, Ludwig's urgent voice was a little hoarse, and the skill point of the mouth gun that had just rushed up suddenly dropped, and he said the sentence he said last time: "I want you."

Suddenly remembering that it was the words "too sincere" that made Homan run away, he added a very shameful sentence with some powerlessness: "I know you want me too."

Homan was still immersed in Ludwig's words just now and didn't realize it. After realizing it, he realized that there was a huge deviation in his understanding of Ludwig at that time.

In Ludwig's dictionary, it seems that "want" is equal to "like."

What respect is not respected, what is forced or not, has nothing to do with Ludwig's neurotic personality.

His mind was in chaos, and he didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy. Homan opened his mouth and said nothing.

The other party looked at his mouth with expectant eyes, and saw him swallowing his saliva as he opened and closed.

"Let me think about it." The body temperature rose, and the physiological excitement had overshadowed the level of reason. Homan felt that the current state of his brain was not enough for him to make a correct judgment.

However, this answer was enough to make Ludwig excited.

Homan did not directly refuse.

No direct refusal = indirect consent.

Ludwig, who simply and rudely regarded Homan's answer as an agreement, decided to join him directly when he let go.

Ludwig, who was eager to get his seal stamped, began to observe the absconder whom he hadn't seen for a year, and his eyes gradually focused on Homann.

Homan hasn't changed much. His black hair has grown long, curled around his neck with warmth, and the casual clothes he put on casually are bigger than his own silhouette.The face that was obviously not round had become thinner, the chin was pointed like a peach, and the neck looked like it would break if it was folded.

"You, you've lost a lot of weight." He followed Homan's arm and touched his back.Homan didn't know what to say because of the blatant mopping.

Homan himself was not a fat person, and he had indeed lost a lot of weight after leaving Silver Rose.It can't be said to be skinny, but it does hold hands.

Apart from being too stimulating when connecting, another reason is because he is picky.There is no prince who suffers from a princely disease, and he picks and chooses the food of the royal family, let alone what can be eaten in a "village" like saffron.

In addition, when I first ran away from home, I couldn't think about it, and after drinking for a while, as time went by, it would be a ghost to be fat.

"Don't touch me yet." Somewhat impatiently, Homan grabbed Ludwig's hand. The dazed Homan was still thinking about what His Highness said just now, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Be my guide. After this matter is over, come back to the capital with me." Ludwig's hands and feet problems are not cured at all, and it is not something that Homan can stop with a word or two.As if he had never seen Homan in several lifetimes, he reached out to touch the freckles on the other's fair face, disturbing Homan's thoughts very irritatingly, with a tone of disobedient grievance, "Without you Years ago, I almost died of a neurological attack."

On the contrary, this sentence made Homan grasp the point, he rolled his eyes: "I've taken the medicine and it's broken, and I don't have the ability to guide."

"It's okay." Ludwig didn't blink his eyes, and slapped himself without hesitation, "I can't die in a short time."

There was a sharp contrast between the cold appearance and the clingy personality. No matter how Homan shook or pushed, Ludwig would not let go of the hand that touched Homan's skin.

Why grab him?Obviously, there is something like Dragon Crystal tied to it, and they can't escape even if they run.

No one can understand the anger in Homan's heart.

"Have you thought about it? Promise me." Ludwig had never been impatient, and poked Homan's face with his straight nose.

This doomed tone made the rebellious Homan narrow his eyes.

Now that things have been said like this, in fact, he himself doesn't have much resistance, it's just...

"Give me a reason."

Ludwig blinked and raised his head to signal him to say.

"Give me a reason to agree to you." Homan bit his lips angrily, "A reason."

Without even thinking about it, Ludwig touched Homan's flat belly and said very seriously, "Be my guide, and the king will have delicious food." So go back to your hometown and get married with him!

"Good good!"

Before Homan could answer, there was someone answering on his behalf.

I don't know when the parrot was brought back by Simon.

"Horman! Good good! Promise him! Promise him!"

How could a parrot make such a mouth-watering expression?

Homan: "...Rejected."

Ludwig showed his determination to "oppose refusal" with his actions. He took out a santa coconut from his pocket and stuffed it into Homan's mouth.