[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

When Delin left the small town of Burke, the continent had already entered late autumn, but tonight, an extraordinary night, the winter snow that had been brewing for many days finally fell.The first snow when Delin was 16 years old came to the world shortly after the teenager left the dead house.

Delin was a little lucky...he didn't know how to do finishing work, this snow helped him a lot.

After leaving the residential area, Delin turned into an unremarkable dark alley all the way.His right hand clasped his left shoulder—the dagger was still firmly embedded in his flesh.At this time, the young man had to be thankful that the dagger was not stained with poison, otherwise he would definitely not be able to be kind today.

The wind was a bit strong, and it was a short distance from the nearest downtown, so the young man had no choice but to treat his wound temporarily in this sheltered corner.The dagger pierced deeply and was not dealt with in time. If it wasn't for the divine power to protect Delin's hand, it would be useless.He got into the weed pile beside him, searched all over his body but found nothing that could be used for bandaging—Derlin only had a folded information book and a wooden carved passport on his body.Even the note from Fang Du was burned to ashes by him, completely destroying the corpse.

Delin was a little annoyed, after all, it was his first time doing such a thing as assassination... but he also met a member of the flower folding team.Even in the face of evil beasts, he would not be so helpless.

Stretching out his hand to tentatively lift the dagger, the pain of crushing flesh and blood was clearly transmitted to the brain—Derlin let out a painful moan in his throat, gritted his teeth and forcibly separated the dagger from his shoulder.The spilled blood, together with the necrotic skin surface, was covered by divine power and burned into nothingness. The blood-stained blade was quickly put into his arms by Delin, and then shrank into a ball with a white face and trembled silently.

——There are wound medicines in the dormitory... But how to get back is a problem.Delin thought about it: This assassination needs to be carefully analyzed when he goes back. If he wants to face that person——I can no longer use such a childish method. ...Speaking of which, the lower city should be a very rewarding place.

In the intermittent thoughts, the itinerary in Delin's mind changed again, but the top priority is to hand over what is on hand to Sears - it is best to find a way to keep the pass, after all, this piece of wood engraved on it is Oswald's words may be related to "her".

A snowflake fell on Delin's arm. Delin resisted the muscle spasm and flicked it away, and suddenly his body froze.

The sound of restless horseshoes entered, and then Delin heard a strange voice saying: "The faint footprints disappear here..."

Delin bit his lip tightly, holding the discarded dagger in his right hand.After thinking about it, he finally moved his right hand down again... and held it on the dagger that had never been drawn out of its sheath.

Then came the sound of rustling footsteps.Someone got off the horse, stood in the alley for a moment of silence, and then called softly: "Derlin?"

Sears—?Delin was slightly taken aback, but quickly refuted himself.It is impossible for Sears to come and look for him, so the only similar voice is... Tees.

For the first time, Delin remembered that the voices of the second young master of the Bran family and the Royal God Envoy were so similar.

Carefully stretching out the dagger—a familiar figure was reflected in the rough, blood-stained knife. The expressionless young man frowned slightly, and his sapphire-like pupils were filled with worry.

Tees was right.Delin exhaled a little, but didn't relax his body.It was only when he smelled the cold fragrance of Jiaou floating in the cold wind that he hesitated to say: "Here."

Footsteps came in, a hand wearing a black glove brushed away the weeds, Tiss stood in front of Delin wearing a thick fur coat, and couldn't help but ignite anger when his eyes swept over the wound on the boy's body.He took off the coat on his body, bent down and wrapped the pale boy tightly, and then stretched his arms to hug the boy——

In the pose of a princess hug.

Delin's originally cold face instantly heated up. He leaned back nervously, his eyes a little embarrassed: "No... I can still go."

Tees paused, glanced at the boy's pink cheeks, nodded silently, and stretched out a hand to support the boy.

"Why are you here?" Perhaps eager to get rid of the current embarrassing situation, Delin asked as he walked towards the carriage.But he regretted it as soon as he said it, because it was a stupid question.

Sure enough, Tees replied calmly: "Sears sent me."

Tiss used "pie" instead of "call" or other words, which meant that Sears' status in Bran's line even surpassed that of the young master of the Bran family.As Delin made a note in his heart, he couldn't help but find that the envoy he met by chance had such abilities.

The coachman brought by Tiss opened the door curtain of the carriage for the two of them, and Delin entered the carriage lightly. The pain on his shoulders seemed to be dispelled by the ethereal heat from the stove beside him.

Tis gave a few orders outside the carriage before coming in.

"Show me the wound." The second young master's voice did not fluctuate, and he reached out to find a crystal bottle from the dark cabinet.

Delin was defeated for a long time when he looked at Shang Tesi's serious and unquestionable gaze.He was a little uncomfortable with the aristocratic young man's overly intimate attitude, especially the majesty hidden in those eyes - it made Delin almost think that the person in front of him was the cold-hearted Lord Sears.

But the boy in front of him did not show that gentle or frivolous smile, nor did he wear a golden mask covering the upper half of his face.Tees was right.

"Actually, I can do it myself..." Delin felt his voice was lighter than a feather.

Tees frowned even tighter, and his eyes looked fierce.

Delin turned away his face, turned sideways, and pushed aside the broken clothes, revealing the hideous wound on his left arm.

Under the light of the floating lights inside the car, Tees could see the wound very clearly—beside the young man's delicate collarbone, the extremely deep wound looked particularly frightening under the orange light, and even the bones could be vaguely seen.

If there is no such thing as divine power in the world, let alone scars, sequelae are absolute.

Tees' eyes darkened, and he pried open the cork of the crystal bottle with one hand, and carefully poured the clear powder in the bottle into the wound—this kind of high-grade wound medicine is a high-grade wound medicine circulated in the Bran family, although It doesn't have the power bestowed by gods, but its medicinal properties are pretty good.The transparent powder melted quickly as soon as it came into contact with the wound. Delin only felt the light in front of his eyes decrease, and then he felt a cold feeling from his left arm.

The cold feeling was not intense, which made Delin feel very comfortable.

Delin turned his head back, and saw Tiss holding a roll of gauze and serving him skillfully... The loud voice blocked the large area of ​​light.The two were very close, and from Delin's perspective, he could even see every detail of each other's handsome face.The outline of Tees's face is very similar to that of Sears, especially the lip shape, which always looks particularly cool and thin when viewed alone.

The gauze was wrapped around the back, Tees got closer, and his hot breath fell on the side of Delin's neck... The slightly dazed young man couldn't help but tremble.

——Speaking of which, why do I always think of Sears?Delin thought in confusion.

Tiss looked at Bao's strong arm, and his eyes fell on the corner of the boy's lips who were close at hand.However, he quickly looked away to restore the distance between the two to normal, then stretched out his hand, and gently covered Delin's wound.The golden divine power surged out gently, floating on Delin's wound.

Delin originally wanted to say not to waste his divine power in this kind of place—but he quickly shut up under Tees' calm gaze.He stared uneasily at his well-cared-for wound, and for some reason suddenly said: "When Mr. Fang Du came this morning, something happened."

Tess paused for a moment.

Delin pursed his lips and realized that he was talking too much, so he coughed covertly, "...it's okay."

Staying by Tees' side always made him feel too peaceful, and even made him lose his vigilance.This is wrong, Delin told himself—the path you walk is doomed from birth, and you can't trust anyone.

Otherwise, it will be like the father.That's what happens when you make a mistake.

Tess didn't know what to think of, his face changed slightly, and he said suddenly: "...Sears's meaning is usually conveyed with some deviations."

Delin knew what he might have thought of, and couldn't help being a little confused: "Why do you always speak for Yushang?"

This time Tees didn't answer him, but reached out and pulled the fur on the boy's body tighter.Then he returned to his seat and put on a posture of refusing to talk: "I will send you back to the academy now. Don't let irrelevant people see you, and then have a good rest."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Be careful of the wound, I will ask someone to deliver medicine to you. Fang Du should come to pick up things tomorrow...just give it to him then."

Delin closed his mouth wisely, and looked sideways out of the small window of the carriage.The white snowflakes swirled and fell one by one, paving the world into a piece of innocent whiteness.In this snowy world, the carriage was walking quietly on a secluded road, and the faint orange halo inside the carriage looked extraordinarily warm.

When the sky was white, Sears was still sitting by the window.The busy night made him slightly tired, but fortunately he was relieved by divine power.

But the coldness in his eyes still condensed.

"Fang Du, it's just this one time. I don't want to see you do this kind of thing again." Sears tapped the table with his fingers, without looking at the butler who bent over to plead guilty behind him, "Understood?"

Fang Du lowered his head, "Yes."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and just when Fang Du felt that his young master was going to be punished and was about to accept it willingly, he heard a sigh.

"I regret it... I really shouldn't let Delin assassinate someone. I should have thought of it. He is still so young and inexperienced, but he has fought a little better... How could he meet the people from the folding flower group? superior?"

Sears' expression was a bit complicated, and he said softly what only he could understand: "It's really... a headache. Is it out of control?"

That seemingly fragile possessiveness... unexpectedly, it grows so fast.

The author has something to say: Unexpectedly thick and long! ! ! ! !

I was moved by myself! ! ! ! !

Well, the little angel who found something strange, please don't expose me and let me continue to pretend quietly until the truth is revealed.

Happy reading.