[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

When Delin returned to "Tara", the world had been completely engulfed in darkness.He was slightly tired, but still bowed respectfully to thank Sears' driver.The "feast" was still going on when he left, and at the request of Sears, Delin left through the side door of the Santo's Mansion.

"Those dirty things... Delin doesn't need to look at it." Sears said lightly at that time.

That man said before that he was worried about going back like this... Speaking of which family's guards would be treated like this?Although Delin couldn't say it, except for the sense of peeping that appeared later, Sears seemed to pay too much attention to him.

with too much patience.

Of course he didn't know why, and he didn't want to think about it now.

Walking into the small courtyard in the endless night, Linde was immediately taken aback by the two black figures in front of him.After seeing who was coming, the boy said helplessly, "Mother... Kobezhe...you..."

Cha Luo was a slightly fat woman. She rubbed Delin's hair with callused hands due to long-term work, and then gritted her teeth and said, "I said, what's up with that kid Carian...you—— Miye is here. Delin, are you alright?" Behind her, Kobeje, who was cowering, covered half of his face that was swollen from the beating, and looked at Delin pitifully.

Kobezhe complained to his mother about the situation after being sent back by Karian—from his description, Charo figured out the cause and effect.She watched Delin grow up, so she naturally understands his personality... the kind of elegance similar to that of aristocrats is always revealed inadvertently, and so is the aversion to other people's touch.

Not to mention this vicious desire.

However, such Delin...why did he agree to Karian's invitation?

Cha Luo found the answer in the confession paper that she treasured so much that she hid it.

De Lin's heart warmed up slightly, he smiled at Cha Luo comfortingly, and said in a low voice: "Mother is fine...a lord of the emperor helped me." Looking at Cha Luo's surprised and disbelieving eyes, De Lin He hurriedly explained: "The lord wants me to serve Bran's lineage after graduating from the Grand Chemie High School... It should be just an unintentional act." Delin said against his will.

It would be great if that dangerous Mr. Envoy really had such a kind heart... the boy said in his heart.

"Your travel expenses..." Cha Luo looked at the child who had been adopted for six years with complicated eyes, feeling sore in his heart.

"Don't worry." Delin winked at Kobezhe, and the big boy immediately stepped forward and carefully held his mother's arm: "Delin is so smart, it must be done... Let's sleep! Sleep!"

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Sears walked through the corridor with a smile on his face, and came to the main entrance of the City Lord's Mansion from the side.Butler Fang Du followed behind him.At this moment, the commotion in the hall could not be heard at all, and the Imperial Envoy looked thoughtfully at the silent mansion in the darkness.

Who can know... what kind of scene is in the belly of such a luxurious thing?

Sears let out a mocking laugh.

Fang Du bent down helplessly and said, "Master...in a good mood."

It should be said to be very good... Fang Du thought.Since that evening two years ago, the young master seemed to have always looked so cold to freezing—even though he smiled every day as before, the coldness in his smile was only half less than that of the old master.No one knew what happened, but after that night, the young master's methods became more severe.

It seems to have grown out of thin air for more than 20 years.

Laughter like this is rarely heard today.

Sears didn't look back, and said in a very soft voice: "I'm imagining...the blood that should have been all over the ground..." After a pause, the imperial envoy stopped the words that no one could understand, Fang Du said: "I didn't know he would be such an interesting boy... I feel slightly moved."

Here it comes again, this tone of finding a toy.Fang Du thought to himself.

The waiter drove the carriage, and Fang Du respectfully helped Sears into the carriage.Yu Shangshen lifted the rear curtain of the car window with his right hand, and took a last look at the mansion.

Then he closed his eyes without interest.

The carriage drove off into the darkness.

When the morning light was still hazy on the second day, Delin had already packed his package—a strange short knife, a very densely wrapped package, and a few pieces of clothing that were considered delicate among commoners.

He didn't eat breakfast, but said goodbye to Chaluo and Kobeci patiently.

This simple and fat woman still has a carefree look today, and her mouth is buzzing directly covering Kobeje's words-in a sense, Kobeje is still a little bit more inherited .

It wasn't until the stars in the sky faded that Cha Luo said almost everything he wanted to say, and he looked worried because he was afraid that his explanation was not enough.Delin quickly took the opportunity to change the subject: "When father comes back, give Kobejer the Secret History of Saint Laurent I asked for... His theory class is too bad." Now he didn't hesitate to call the word father.

Tears welled up in Kobezhe's eyes for a moment... terrified.He said weakly: "No! Delin, you..."

Cha Luo roughly covered her son's mouth, and treated De Lin like a gentle mother.

At the end of the street, there was a carriage with a pure black carriage approaching.Delin's gaze froze, and Cha Luo and Ke Beizhe stopped talking in a daze.

The carriage was approaching, and the four-petal Immortal Roland outlined in dark gold could be vaguely seen on the carriage.

The three of Delin bowed respectfully until the carriage stopped.

"Derlin." Sears' voice said, "Let's go, get in the car."

Delin was slightly taken aback, originally thought that he would ride a horse for ten days... but he didn't expect that the emperor treated him really well.But after being stunned for a moment, Delin came back to his senses and respectfully agreed.

The task of a guard is to obey...even though he is not a qualified guard in the first place.Furthermore, it was not up to Delin himself to question.

They could only say goodbye to Chaluo and Kebeizhe with their eyes—the residents of the two border cities looked dazed at this moment, probably because they were shocked by the identity of the imperial envoy.

After all, for believers, this is simply an honor.

When the two came back to their senses, the seemingly inconspicuous carriage had disappeared.

In the car, at the same moment, Delin stared silently at the row of red books in front of him, sitting in a stiff posture, as if the soft red embroidered blanket under his body was a rough stone that knocked people—most of the rows in that row belonged to the Holy See of Chemiere. old history.

Sears took a sip of his tea and said with a smile, "Although I don't know why, Delin's old history seems to be the only thing he's not very good at."

... Delin reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, he probably understood Kobejer's mood just now.

What a lonely and painful life.