after being forced to become a heartthrob

After finishing today's divination, Wen Rao carefully wrapped the crystal ball in soft sheepskin and put it in the cabinet beside it.

"My lord—" the slave girl's voice suddenly came from outside.

Wen Rao closed the cabinet, turned the mechanism in the room and walked out, "What happened."

The female slave who came from the temple lowered her head respectfully, "Prince Hillman summoned you."

As soon as Wen Rao heard the word Hillman, his brows frowned unconsciously. He and Hillman were really not at odds. Although they hadn't had much contact recently, judging from the information obtained from the princess, the other party has not given up on arresting him. His horse feet, "It's late, is there anything important for him?"

"This..." The female slave twisted her clothes with her fingers, "Prince Hillman said, you knew it in the past."

Wen Rao, who didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, looked up at the moon hanging above his head, sighed, put the hood back on, and went to the temple with the female slave who led the way.

Hillman was indeed waiting for him in the temple, and he was still wearing a formal dress. When he saw Wen Rao approaching, he turned around and greeted him, "My lord."

At the beginning, Wen Rao was not clear about the distribution of forces in the Nurian Palace, and he would be deceived by his appearance. After learning that the other party is a successful politician, Wen Rao's attitude towards him became colder, " Prince Hillman, do you have any orders for summoning me at this time?"

Hillman looked at Gentleman who was still wearing the priest's robe, and his mind was lost again to the night that was fascinated by his fragrance.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Wen Rao raised his voice a little higher, "It seems that you haven't thought it through yet. When you think it over, come to the temple to find me."

Hillman, who had come to his senses, hurriedly called him, "Wait a minute!"

Wen Rao stopped in his tracks, and looked at Hillman expressionlessly.

"I would like to ask the priest to do a divination for me." Thinking of the purpose of coming today, Hillman calmed down and made his tone appear to be the same as usual.

"As far as I know, you also have considerable magic power." Wen Rao said coldly.

Hillman was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "My lord priest, have you forgotten that as a priest, you cannot predict your own fate?"

Wen Rao was startled, he only knew that Hillman was also good at magic, but he never knew that this kind of magic would have restrictions on his use.In order to avoid being caught by the shrewd Hillman, Wen Rao pretended to be profound and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten, but I just can't understand why you are suddenly curious about your own fate."

Hillman seemed to be bypassed by his topic, "People are always full of curiosity about the unknown, aren't they. Besides, I really want to know when the woman I love will show up."

Yoho, it's marriage.

Originally, I was still thinking that I had used up all three divinations of the crystal ball today, but when I heard that Hillman was asking about marriage, I stopped panicking. Marriage is mysterious and mysterious. He can break it up as he likes. Who can prove it? What he said was false, "Prince Hillman, please follow me."

Hillman hadn't noticed the malice in Wen Rao's eyes, he glanced outside the temple, and then followed Wen Rao to the statue enshrined in the temple.

"Please hold out your hand."

"Hold out your hand?" Hillman, who had never seen this kind of divination before, was a little puzzled.

The smile on Wen Rao's face became more gentle, "Yes, everyone's marriage will be written in their palms."

……

The female slaves guarding Wen Rao's residence saw a figure approaching from a distance. After the figure approached, they stepped forward and saluted, "Master Guard."

Arnold knew that Wen Rao had gone to the temple at this moment, and his expression was a little imperceptibly tense, "Well, you guys go back."

The female slaves were a little strange, because it wasn't time for the changing of the guard yet, and the person who took their place hadn't come yet.But the chief guard is the confidant of the priest, and what he said largely meant what the priest meant.So after a brief struggle, they turned and left.Arnold was the only one left around.

Arnold walked to the door, and after a few touches, he found an obvious mechanism. After pressing the groove, the stone door in front of him sank into the ground.

Inside the stone gate, a deep staircase appeared.There is no bottom to be seen inside, only the dark blue flame is burning quietly.

A Nuo hesitated outside the stone gate. This is the place where the priest lives. In the whole Nulian, except for the king's order, no one dares to invade his private territory, which is a blasphemy against the gods.But at this moment, the words of the two princes, Hillman and Isaac, resurfaced in his mind——

"Arnold, you are here to prove the innocence of the priest."

Thinking of this, Arnold no longer hesitated, and walked in.Not long after he entered, a short figure emerged from the side.

Arnold supported the cold wall and walked down the stairs. As he walked deeper and deeper, the jumping blue flame gradually brightened.He saw clearly the furnishings here, and...

"ah--"

"ah--"

A Nuo suddenly heard the cry of a crow, raised his head, and saw a mass of black crows circling above his head.

Good thing it's just a crow.This thought made Arnold inexplicably at ease.

On the stone table was a closed magic book and several bottles of semi-finished perfume. Arnold wanted to go back and tell Prince Hillman that there was nothing suspicious about the priest's residence.But just a quick glance was not enough to convince Prince Hillman who doubted the priest, so he continued to walk inside.

When A Nuo was so nervous because he was spying on the priest's residence, a white shadow ran past him, and A Nuo stepped back in panic, and finally saw the white shadow running past him clearly. A plucked... crow?

The bald crow could no longer fly and could only circle around the room.

It's so pitiful, is it because you can't fly, so you were taken in by the priest?Arnold subconsciously thought of this.

The smell of strangers made the crows hovering over their heads restless. Some of them stopped on the cabinet, claws scratching around, and some of the magic props installed in the cabinet trembled because of their riot.Arnold was thinking that they might be driving him away. What he didn't know was that those poor wizards were asking for help from an ordinary person like him.

The cabinet vibrated more and more violently. Inside an ivory carved container, white powder flowed out like quicksand. Arnold was afraid of damaging the things of the priest, so he hurriedly reached out to drive the crow away. After the crow was frightened, it flew up , He opened the cabinet and was about to put the ivory container in order. What he didn't expect was that as soon as he stretched out his hand, there was a gust of cold wind behind him.

"Don't touch the priest's things!" As soon as the voice fell to the ground, Arnold was grabbed by a mysterious force.

He didn't even have time to find out where the familiar voice came from, and he already subconsciously thought that the gods guarding this place had sent punishment.

The young man who walked in from behind A Nuo was wearing a robe that was blown up by the wind, his hands were wide open, and A Nuo, who was picked up by the neck, was grasped by the throat little by little with the movement of his fingers.

Kill the person who broke into the priest's room!

The black mist wrapped around his hands was getting heavier and heavier, and when he was about to kill Anuo, the black mist wrapped around his palms suddenly exploded, and he fell to the ground as if he had suffered a backlash.Already somewhat suffocated, Arnold fell from the air and fell into a coma.

Forcibly using magic that his body could not bear, causing the boy who suffered backlash, was also in great pain.The magic power condensed in his hands exploded and ran around in the room, as if there were entities, and the knocking cabinets made continuous noises.The ivory container that had been crumbling just now finally fell down. The white powder contained in it suddenly scattered, and a burnt watch rolled out of it.

These white powders were gathered because of the out-of-control magic power, floating in the entire room like mist.

And the young man who was shrouded in this white mist suddenly became quiet.

"ah--"

"ah--"

The crow above his head was still screaming.

The young man who stood up from the ground stood blankly like a puppet, and the drifting mist surrounded him as if he had been drawn all of a sudden. When the last wisp of white mist disappeared, the young man with his head bowed , opened his eyes.The bald crow scurrying around on the ground turned to his feet. After being stared at by the boy's empty eyes for a while, he screamed and wanted to escape.

Because it was too noisy, the boy raised his foot and stepped on the crow.

Black blood stained the soles of his feet. Even if he became a crow's servant, the wizard still maintained the characteristic of turning into powder after death.So after the boy lifted his foot, there was only a handful of dust left on the ground.The crows who had witnessed everything on the roof suddenly fell silent, watched the boy helplessly, walked to the table and sat down.

He started flipping through the spellbooks on the table as if they were his own.

The title page of the magic book is marked with the name of the original owner——

Xisha.

……

in the temple.

Hillman, who spread his palms out, looked curiously at the gentleness staring at his palms, "How's the divination going, my lord priest?"

Envious of Hillman's pampering, he coughed gently with white and soft hands, "The divination is over."

Hillman withdrew his hand. Divination usually relies on crystal balls. This is the first time he has seen a priest who predicts fate by watching palmistry. "What's the result?"

Wen Rao originally wanted to go back to have a good sleep after the end of the day, but he didn't expect that after he went back, before his buttocks could sit still, Hillman would come to him for divination again.Just for this, he will definitely not make the other party feel better, at least he has to intimidate him.

So Hillman saw the priest who had looked normal, suddenly closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed.This reaction really made him a little curious, "What did the priest divine?"

The gentleness who had thought of the words just now, like a magic stick, said in a cadenced tone, "Prince Hillman, your marriage—hey!"

Hillman, "..."? ? ?

"You were going to marry Roland's princess, but you also know that Roland no longer exists." Wen Rao seemed to be trying to whet Hillman's appetite, wanting to pause every word.Sure enough, Hillman's expression became shaken.

"That……"

"You will fall in love with a lowly slave, and because of her, you will do many things that violate your life principles." Wen Rao threatened seriously.

Hillman, who originally said it was marriage fortune-telling just to find an excuse, was really shocked by his magic words, and he couldn't help raising his hand to glance at his palm.

Wen Rao's status as a priest prevents him from uttering too vicious words, but the words 'will violate the principles of life' alone are enough to give a politician like Hillman a headache.

Looking at Hillman with an inexplicable expression, the gentleness of being interrupted during his break, he felt a burst of physical and mental comfort.

"You may also lose your throne."

Hillman's hand was grasped tightly.

Speaking of this, Wen Rao knew that it was over, he pretended to be a secret, sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the temple under the watchful eyes of Hillman.When he walked out of the temple, Wen Rao looked back, and when he saw Hillman who was standing under the statue thoughtfully, he smiled contemptuously, "I didn't say that you will be full of infertile children and grandchildren in the future. snort."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Wen Rao: I always feel that I have set up some incredible Flagg

Hillman: [smiles]

Wen Rao: ...violating the principles of my own life

Hillman: [smiling] fell in love with the vicious priest

Wen Rao: ...lost the throne

Hillman: [smiling] I am willing to give up

Wen Rao: ………………