The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

As night fell, King Beard's bedroom was quiet.

Gulliver and Irma walked into the gate, and vaguely felt that there were several shadow guards hidden in the canopy on both sides of the main hall, nearly twice as many as when he came last time. It seems that the recent situation is not optimistic, and King Beard is even more worried. Be cautious.

"My lord." A maid stood at the door and bowed to him when Irma came back, "The king has asked you twice, and told you to go to the study to meet him immediately."

"Understood." Irma frowned without any trace, and said to Gulliver, "You can go with me, my lord."

Gulliver nodded and followed him to the second floor of the main hall.The door of King Peter's study room was ajar, and there was no sound inside. Irma paused at the door, as if she had made some kind of psychological construction, then she raised her hand and knocked on the door, saying respectfully, "My lord, I'm back." Yes. Master Georg, please see, Your Majesty has something to discuss with you."

"Come in." King Beard's voice was tired and slightly hoarse.Gulliver smelled a vaguely familiar scent through a finger-wide crack in the door, sweet and rippling, comforting, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Irma pushed open the door and asked Gulliver to go in, while she followed behind him, knelt down on one knee and saluted King Beard: "Your Majesty."

King Peter's face was haggard, resting his forehead with one hand, he moved his hand lightly to signal Irma to get up, and asked Gulliver, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Gulliver couldn't play with them kneeling back and forth, so he just nodded to him and said: "Your Majesty has read the battle report you sent him, and wants to discuss the action plan with you, please talk to him tomorrow morning Let's have breakfast."

"Okay, I see." King Beard heard that Zhou Wei was going to be dispatched, and he cheered up a little, and said, "Say hello to Your Majesty for me, I'm too busy these days, so I didn't visit him."

"Your Majesty is very considerate of your daily affairs." Gulliver's etiquette is quite good in formal occasions, and he is more sincere and touching than King Beard when speaking of routines, "Your Majesty asked me to convey his greetings to you, please take care Body, don't overwork yourself, the empire depends on your protection."

King Peter's lower eyelids trembled, and he said, "Thank you for your majesty's concern. I will be there on time tomorrow morning... Well, is there anything else?"

This is the rhythm of seeing off guests. Gulliver took a step back and said, "No, then I will take my leave, Your Highness Peter."

"Send off Master Georg for me." King Beard raised his eyelids and cast a deep glance at Irma.Irma answered yes in a low voice, and sent Gulliver away.

When the two reached the door, Gulliver had to separate from him no matter how reluctant he was. He stopped and said, "I'm leaving."

"Go slowly, my lord." Irma was obviously not in a high mood. Although she still looked respectful and calm as usual, her eyes were completely different from when she was talking to him in the locker room in the afternoon.Gulliver found that he could already perceive his mood from the slightest change in his eyes, and was a little happy, but when he thought that he would serve King Beard later, he became very anxious, sighed secretly, and asked, "Wound?" Is it still hurting?"

"No..." Irma habitually denied it. For some reason, the corners of her mouth curled up, and then she changed her words, and said in a low voice, "A little bit."

The way he secretly smiled was extremely cute, and there was a little playfulness unique to young people in his obedience.Gulliver looked at the faint and almost invisible arc of his mouth, and felt that the whole world was lit up. He lightly touched the back of his hand and said, "Good night."

Irma raised her eyes, her emerald eyes were as clear as jewels in the night, she lightly clenched her fist and touched him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good night, my lord."

At this moment, Gulliver wanted to take him away immediately, no matter what Herky Empire, no matter what King Peter, no matter what lord and brother... "Dracula" is anchored in Tianri Space City, as long as he leaves Xinghuan, get on the spaceship, within three days he will be able to take Irma away from all this chaos!

They can be hunters, pirates, or just wander aimlessly in the universe, just like his life in the past few years, unrestrained, carefree, without any responsibility, and no obligation whatsoever...

But soon Gulliver calmed down. He couldn't do this. He promised Percy to figure out everything here, and to protect Zhou Wei and their destined partner... and Irma's "father" was still there. Subcontinent, whether that is Irma's real father or not, he can't ignore it.

He is no longer that ignorant little prince. He must keep his promises, learn to respect others, and protect his beloved in a proper way.

"Goodbye." Gulliver nodded to Irma, turned around and strode away from King Beard's bedroom.

Watching his back disappear into the darkness, Irma's upright shoulders collapsed almost imperceptibly, a faint smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth, and she seemed to have returned to the slave who had no emotions .

"King." Irma once again stood at the door of King Peter's study and knocked on the door.

No one answered, he waited for three seconds, opened the door and went in, only to see that King Beard had got up from his chair and was standing by the French window.The aroma in the room was almost gone, only the faint aftertone of night magic wood.

"Shall I refill your incense?" Irma asked.

Still no one answered.He walked to the low table, took out the spices from the drawer, and carefully added them to the aroma burner.The sweet smell permeated the surroundings. King Peter took a deep breath, a faint sense of comfort rippling between his brows, and moved his fingers in a short while: "Come here."

Irma came up behind him and stopped three paces away.King Beard turned his head, looked him up and down, and asked, "Did you go to the arena this afternoon?"

"Yes, Wang, I participated in the second half of the league."

"Did you win?"

"I lost."

"It's a pity, I even bought you to win, and it cost a hundred gold coins." King Bield sighed, pinched his left arm with his big hand, looked at it, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"Yes, Wang, got scratched by the hammer."

"I heard that His Majesty saved you?" King Beard let go of his arm, his rough fingers pinched his face, and his nails almost dug into his skin. "Since when did he become interested in gladiatorial combat?"

"I don't know." Irma replied calmly without moving. "Maybe His Majesty just wants to relax. There are not many entertainment programs in Xinghuan, and men like to watch wrestling."

"What about Georg?" King Beard narrowed his eyes, the light gray pupils were bloodshot, looking nervous and fierce, "I heard that he jumped on your body and bandaged your wound? "

"Yes, king." Irma looked into his eyes without any emotion.

"Tell me, what did you talk about?" King Beard let go of him, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and threw it on the table in front of the window.

"He asked me about the aborigines, and your origin." Irma breathed out very covertly from an angle he couldn't see, and said, "He suspects that you are not a Heki aborigine."

"Oh, you are so observant, so how did you answer?" King Beard raised his eyebrows.

"I told him the truth," said Irma, "just like you told me when I was a child."

King Beard nodded, then nodded again: "Very good, good boy." He stared at him for a long time with vulture-like eyes, then patted his face, "What happened just now? You are at the door What did you say? I thought you were going to keep him overnight, ha ha."

Irma's eyes changed slightly, but she recovered quickly, and said, "We are saying goodbye, king."

"Has he taken a fancy to you?" King Beard asked slightly mockingly.

Irma choked for a moment, but did not answer.King Peter frowned: "Why didn't you reply? Have you forgotten all the rules?"

Irma knelt down, bowed her head, and still did not answer.

King Beard showed a look of surprise, bent down and pinched his chin: "It's been a long time since you have been so ignorant, Irma." Looking carefully at his beautiful face, he rubbed his thumb over his rosy lips and scraped it. With his soft, slightly fluffy jaw, he suddenly said, "You have grown up so much before you know it, my child, you are almost as handsome as your father, no wonder he likes you."

Irma's breath was a little rushed, and her emerald eyes were very bright, as if something had been ignited, pure and dangerous: "I like him, king."

"Oh!" King Beard was extremely surprised, "How dare you say that, do you still remember your identity?"

"I'm your slave," said Irma, "and I've always kept that in mind, my lord, so I can't lie to you. I kind of like Lord Georg, I can't control myself... You said, hungry To eat, to drink when thirsty, people must face their own instincts."

"It's human nature to like."

King Peter let go of him, took a step back, looked at him carefully as if he didn't know him, and screamed strangely: "Ha! I really didn't expect that I trained you so successfully, even I was surprised. You didn't say anything Wrong, hunger, thirst, sex... these are all human instincts, and only by facing one's own desires and confessing to the master what one wants can one become a qualified slave."

"But your confession is really annoying!" King Beard conjured a whip out of nowhere, and lifted Irma's chin with the whip handle, "Is 'like' right? Something that even I can't get , how can a slave deserve to own it? Who do you think you are?"

"I know now." Irma knelt quietly on the ground and said calmly, "I didn't know I couldn't 'like', you didn't tell me."

King Peter raised his whip, but his right hand trembled violently. He gasped for breath, closed his eyes as if trying to resist some kind of dizziness, and finally threw the whip on the ground, saying, "Get out!"

Irma stood up silently, took three steps back, turned and walked out of the study.

King Beard leaned on the table and sat on the chair, resting his forehead with his big hand, and made a "cluck" sound from his throat.He leaned on the aroma burner and inhaled deeply, his face calmed down a little for a long time, he opened the drawer, and took out a small delicate metal box from it.

Inside the box was a fist-sized seal with an eagle flapping its wings engraved on the top. The strange thing was that the eagle had only half of its wings, and the other half seemed to have been chopped off with a knife and disappeared.King Peter caressed the eagle's wings, rubbing his thumbs reluctantly against the broken part, took the seal in a short breath, and imprinted it on the back of his hand.

A square black seal was rubbed on his pale skin, it was a pattern surrounded by mutant flames, solemn and majestic, full of a mysterious and noble atmosphere.In the middle of the flame is a string of ancient characters, each stroke towering like a thorn, unyielding and proud.

"Under Isa." King Beard muttered the string of words, over and over again, "Under Isa..."

"Gale." King Beard pinched the seal so hard that the slit of the eagle's broken wing pierced his skin, he whispered to himself, "Upper Isa has been destroyed, and you will surely surrender For me, Galle! One day you will kneel at my feet..." The dark red blood slipped down the gap between the finger and the seal, and fell on the desk.The faint scent of blood combined with the aroma of the night phantom wood created a hopelessly strong smell.

King Beard leaned back on the seat back, closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

In the side hall, in the narrow guard's dormitory, Irma hung herself upside down from the rings on the roof with her upper body bare, and fixed her body with only the strength of her arms, completely motionless.Sweat fell drop by drop on the cracked wooden floor, he silently counted his heartbeat, but there was always a shadow of a person floating in his mind.

Hunger, thirst, sex... the most basic human instinct, the most intuitive desire|desire.King Beard told him since he was a child that people survive because of instinct and are brave because of desire.King Beard wanted him to be a knife, a ferocious beast, faithful to his instincts, and loyal to his master's feeding.

But what King Beard doesn't know is that he has the same controlling power as instinct, he can face instinct bravely, and control them cruelly.

"Squeak—" The suspension ring made a squeaky sound, and Irma slowly moved her body forward, straightened her arms, and landed a somersault steadily.He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing to calm his heartbeat, rinsed his body in the bathroom, and trimmed the fluff on his chin in front of the mirror.

The wound on the left arm has healed, leaving three smooth scars. Georg's workmanship is excellent, and there is no misplacement at all.The corners of Irma's mouth curled up uncontrollably. He lied. Even with a mirror, he couldn't do better than Georg.

The back of the hand seemed to still have the touch of a fist bump. Irma put down the small scissors and moved her fingers, but her brows slowly frowned.

Is it just instinct?

Can I have it?

Will they..."Father"...will agree?

Irma was a little bored, put on the uniform of the guard, and walked out of the bathroom.