[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

The second day of encumbrance is bound to be lively.

Momo and Binhuo stayed in a corner of the teahouse, almost panicking: "What's the matter with Tiss and Delin—? Chemiye, they are just messing around." The boy's fingers were still trembling, and the baby's The expression on Fat's face was not so much anger as confusion.

Bin Huo's complexion looked much more normal, it seemed.He tried his best to ignore the water spilled from his cup on the table, "Is it still over...Bran family."

"I think we'll be kicked out." Momo held her head in frustration.

Both of them were a little confused. After a night of sleep, this world shrouded in the radiance of Chemiya was invaded by some kind of demon.It seems that in every corner of the world, people are discussing today's explosive news - the love story between Tisbulan and the common boy - Momo even saw some kind of comparison in the eyes of those new nobles: it seems that who Whoever knows the news first has more right to speak.Simply stupid!

But it seems that everyone is proud of knowing this news... It won't be long before Tees and Delin will become the new favorites of troubadours and the jokes of nobles.

But the person involved was nowhere to be found, which made Momo and Binhuo extremely confused—where should these two guys who were expelled from the Bran family go?

In fact, the two "banished" guys just woke up from a sweet dream.Sears formally abandoned an identity that made him busy, and happily stabilized the golden mask in front of the long border.Behind him, Delin looked at a tight black uniform with a blank expression.

"...That's true." Delin always felt that he was being tied up by a bundle of ropes—even if it didn't affect his movements, such tight clothing was very irritating.Sears turned around as if feeling something, gently wrapped Delin in his arms, and pulled him in front of the mirror.

"Perfect." He put his hands on Delin's slender but strong waist that was specially shown in admiration, and lowered his head to kiss the boy's temples. "My love rivals will probably become more and more."

Delin narrowed his eyes, swallowed back the words "this suit seems to be for sex/interest", and put his hand on Sears' hand, "Your Majesty, Oswald testifies...I only belong to you .”

He raised his head, looked at the embracing figures in the mirror, and continued seriously: "And you can only belong to me."

Sears smiled, "Naturally." He said, kissing the boy's lips.

In fact, it had been 10 minutes since the two of them came out of the house - Delin's breathing was still a little impetuous, but fortunately, he was dressed securely, and the white mask just blocked the unnatural feeling on his face.Sears walked ahead, leading Delin to the breakfast room while introducing him.

The emissary of the gear family hadn't left yet, he was holding the scroll and looking at something, and greeted the two of them: "Hi, Mr. Sears... Baimian, are you still used to it?"

To outsiders, it will probably be automatically understood as questions such as "how do you sleep here" and "how do you get along"—the servants of Bran's family even feel strange and awkward about the other party's inexplicable sense of initiative—they He has already integrated the glory of the Bran family into his personal honor.

But the two parties who both understood the meaning of this sentence just smiled meaningfully, and then sat down after greeting each other.The other party handed over a scroll, and Sears sat down and took it after spreading the salad dressing for Delin.

Delin tilted his head. He didn't want to recruit a certain adult for his own sake, so he was always conscious.But Sears pulled the scroll and placed it between them.Delin listened quietly, and it was probably about the two of them, but the expulsion from the family was deliberately beautified, and people called it "elopement".

The boy didn't really care much about it.He poked at the breakfast on the plate, and listened to the conversation between Sears and the envoy, feeling a little dazed—now he could only roughly understand what the two of them meant, but he still couldn't keep up with their deep thoughts.Sears and the two are dealing with his new identity. In the words of the messenger: "This is actually a bit troublesome identity."

Sears looked over suspiciously.

"The identity of Baimian is very, very famous in the Flame Tavern." The envoy used the word carefully, "There are many people who want to see him."

"Meet?"

"People want to take off your man's mask, and—well, occupy him." After confirming that the servants could not hear clearly, the man said so.

Sears was silent, but Delin could clearly feel the strange atmosphere around him, he was a bit innocent... He had already covered his face with a mask, aren't these people afraid that he has a sad face?

The envoy was still teasing: "White Face's posture in battle is so tempting. You probably can't imagine how a person would dance and tear those ugly monsters to pieces, even if you let the most heavy-handed painter imagine it." .”

"I've been there." Sears interrupted him abruptly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Please don't be such a person who keeps praising me like this, it will make me think you have something to do with him."

The envoy raised his hands to express his surrender, and glanced at Delin with a smile.The boy was cutting cheese for Sears, and when he heard this sentence, his face... couldn't see clearly.

These two guys are really...

……

After the meal, seeing off the gear family, Sears took Delin to a certain courtyard of the Bran family.

"That little guy has been making a fuss recently, but it's tormenting the Patriarch—" Sears clicked his tongue, looked sideways at the boy's rarely bright eyes, and covered the hands they were holding with his sleeves.

Then they heard a sharp neigh at the same time, and a figure couldn't bear it and slipped out of the small courtyard where Pohida was placed.

Yao Nie frowned when she saw the two of them: "I thought you two were swallowed by Patriarch Bran's saliva."

As a character related to gears, he naturally knows a lot.Yao Nie looked at Delin's attire, and scolded Sears politely: "Are you going to tie a bow for him as a gift?"

Sears looked calm, "No, he was just sent to me just now."

"A grand gift." Yao Nie sighed sarcastically, "I'm going to finish that little guy soon, and I'm going to take Bilu home—"

"Oh." Sears said in a delicate tone, "Master Swordsman who failed in the fight for favor."

Yao Nie, who was about to leave, tripped over a floor tile.

The two turned into the courtyard, Sears half hugged the boy to avoid the flying fireball.Bilu was holding a certain violent cub with a pale face—and the rest of them were so embarrassed that Delin refused to describe them.

The moment the two appeared, things took a turn for the better.

The pohida suddenly fell silent.It stared at a pair of big eyes, staring blankly at Delin.

There seemed to be an aura of "admiration" in his eyes.

Delin felt a sense of intimacy, and involuntarily approached, and hugged the dazed little guy into his arms.His movements were a little blunt, which made Bilu frightened, fearing that Pohida would be strangled and go crazy.

But Pohida only blinked her big eyes, rushed over enthusiastically, and kissed Delin's side face.Delin was still a little dazed, he touched the side of his wet face, and looked back dumbfounded.

As expected, Yushang's expression changed, he stepped forward and kicked the cub away, and pulled the boy into his arms.And the little guy who was struggling to stand up still opened the corners of his mouth foolishly, and looked at Sears angrily.

presumptuous! ...Derlin seemed to hear it say so.