[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

"Kneel down," he said.

Every line of Delin's body was tense under the scolding, and the man had a daunting aura, as if the high-end creatures in the food chain were naturally suppressing the low-level ones.It was just a simple sentence, but it was like a butterfly knife, which was thrown hard and arrived in front of the eyes in an instant.

The boy held down the handle of the knife to make himself feel a little more secure.He turned his head and saw Sears' half face exposed outside the mask, with a cold and mocking aura.

"You probably have no reason for an envoy to do this." Sears' voice was calm, even with the kind of gentle smile that was always praised by commoners, but hiding the blade: "Patriarch Cannabrand. Maybe you still don't see who I am?"

Kanna looked at him indifferently, and then shifted his gaze to Delin: "Of course I dare not let you do this. Your guard—oh, does he have such a big face?"

Durling was not surprised by the relocation of the war.In fact, he even believed that the original purpose of Lord Cannabram was himself.This made him a little scared, and he clenched the handle of the knife even more tightly, but he didn't waver—this came from trust.

"I'm going to disappoint you." Sears took out a badge out of nowhere - a deep purple spar carved into the shape of a three-petaled Immortal Roland, and the base of the badge was a piece of embossed white silver, The whole looks like a fine work of art.

This is a special badge, which belongs to civilians.

But most of the "Three Emblems" are based on gold - this does not mean that it is more noble - this kind of silver seat is very rare in the history of the Chemiye Holy See, because he was "under the protection of Chemiye" pagans" sign.

Although this kind of glory has no real power, it allows the wearer to have the same "respect" as Sears.

Kanna's eyes narrowed, he stared at Sears coldly, and leaned back: "It really is your style." But he couldn't help being more vigilant towards Delin in his heart.

Those who can obtain this badge should have made significant contributions to the Holy See of Chemiye.But this boy is too slender, like a seedling half a person's height in the strong wind, people can't believe that he can have such a background.Sears doesn't lie about this.

——Then, where is his specialness?

Under Kanna's gaze, Delin lowered his eyes silently, his grasp of the situation was in a mess.Making a rash sound or making a small movement may disrupt Sears' rhythm.

This kind of stern composure fell in Kanna's eyes, and even more so in Sears' eyes.The envoy moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and slowly stepped forward to block Delin behind him.His eyes were cold, and he collided with Kanna: "You know what I mean, just like I know your plan-don't think that I will follow your advice and marry a puppet-like woman and come back to spoil it."

"Then what do you want?" Kanna's voice was tinged with anger: "Make the relationship between you and your lovely guard public? Then it will be sung by thousands of troubadours all over the world?— —Sills Brand! You remember your last name—and the mission you must have carried since birth!"

"But—" Sears raised his voice in vain, overwhelmed Kanna, and then lowered the volume calmly, "What does this have to do with who I fall in love with?" His eyes were filled with ice and blades : "What does it have to do with you?"

What does it have to do with you?

As if being shunned by a knife to a corner, Kanna held the edge of the seat tightly, and there was an imperceptible trill in his extremely suppressed voice: "I am your father."

"You are the father of Tees' false character." Sears restrained his smile and said softly, "To me, you are just a patriarch. Was it set on that day?"

"This is the rule you set."

The room was immediately filled with dead silence.Delin felt slightly cold, and even saw the deliberately straight line of Sears' back.The father and son stood at the two ends of the room, at the two ends of the dark dividing line, as cold as two statues.

Kanna finally spoke after the light from the window stretched out the width of a floor tile on the ground.His voice was a little hoarse, but still firm and undeniable: "I won't agree."

"I will let you agree." Sears clenched the word yield, but seemed to be saying the word persecution.He turned around, his eyes softened, and he patted Delin's shoulder lightly.

The two walked out side by side.

In the room that was silent in the darkness, Kanna, who was left in vain, covered his eyes with his right hand and moved away for a while.There was no redness in his eyes, and even his voice was as calm as before.Facing the darkness, he waved his hand coldly: "Find a chance to kill that child."

Eighteen held his breath in fear in the shadows.

……

Sears wasn't as casual about the game as he wanted to appear.On the way back to the small courtyard, the envoy hugged Delin silently, buried his head in the neck of the young man, wondering what he was thinking.

Until the two returned to the bedroom, Sears was still a little distracted, his eyes were either fixed on Delin, or stared in a daze at the darkness.

Delin watched Sears sitting on the edge of the bed, and slightly pursed his lips.He bent his fingers and took a deep breath.

The velvet curtains were drawn by the teenager, allowing darkness to envelope the room.Delin looked back at Sears, who was unaware, quietly closed the door, and lit a sedative incense in the corner of the room with his divine power.That light breath lingered here, gradually relaxing Sears' nerves.

"My lord."

Sears suddenly came back to his senses, but saw Delin standing in front of him, and the young man's expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness.He wanted to squeeze out a smile, but Delin took a step ahead of him and carefully took off the mask with his hand.

The slightly cool fingertips brushed Sears' temples, and then flinched slightly.

Sears sensed something was wrong, he put his hands on the boy's waist intuitively, and caught a glimpse of the beige color on the tip of the boy's ear.

Delin endured his uneasiness and sat on Sears' lap in this awkward posture, his eyes drooping, not daring to look into the man's eyes.After twitching for a moment, Delin felt the slightly scorching breath on the side of his ear, and decided to pay attention.

The boy's hands gently wrapped around the angel's neck, and his arms were slightly exerted——

Their lips are pressed together.