desire reconciliation

Lancelot's last memory is the scene of being surrounded by a group of ladies in gorgeous dresses.

When he opened his eyes again, there was an unfamiliar ceiling above his head. To be precise, he woke up from the cold, but his head was still groggy, as if he had been poured with lead. He tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma.

"You finally woke up."

Lancelot raised his heavy eyelids and faced the man beside the bed who was holding his hand.

The worry in Uriah's eyes was about to overflow, and Justu standing aside was also a little excited.

Lancelot remembered that he and Uriah came to the banquet and met Bentley in the back garden. He sprayed him with something, and then he became unconscious.

He vaguely remembered that Bentley received a communication after that, and then hurriedly put away the terminal and walked back. Before leaving, he glanced at him unwillingly, and then several men in black appeared, and after that... ..

Lancelot desperately recalled the details, but his head hurt more and more, as if he was being poked by dense needles, and he was also sweating uncontrollably.

"how do you feel?"

Uriah still held onto his hand and did not let go. Seeing Lancelot's paler face, he felt a pain in his heart, and his worried expression became more obvious.

"Can you still remember what happened just now?" Justu asked from the side.

Lancelot looked in their direction with difficulty, opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice was as hoarse as if it had been sanded.

"After Bentley left, I remember that a group of men in black came again. At that time, I didn't know what was sprayed on me, and I couldn't exert all my strength..."

Justu sighed from the side: "Wow..... I didn't use my full strength, and I was drugged, and I put a well-trained Alpha... I don't think I will call you by your name." Now, you will be my big brother from now on."

When Uriah and Justu got the news that there was a fight in the garden after the banquet, they had a vague premonition and hurried over.

But when they arrived at the scene, what they saw was Lancelot panting weakly on the bench, while a mountain of men in black lay on the ground.

"You said Bentley was looking for you?" Uriah asked him.

Lancelot nodded, and Justu also realized at this moment, his and Uriah's expressions were not very good-looking.

Lancelot also noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere

: "What happened to Bentley?"

Uriah frowned: "Actually, when you went to the back garden just now, the old emperor also came."

Lancelot was a little sleepy because of the headache, but he regained his energy when he heard his words: "The old emperor is here too?" He learned to use the tone that everyone called his father.

"Ah."

"Isn't this just a simple birthday party? When will the Emperor of the Empire participate in this kind of event?" Lancelot still felt a little awkward, and changed back to the title of "Emperor of the Empire".

After Lancelot finished speaking, he suddenly thought of Bentley's words and the scene of hurriedly leaving after receiving the communication, and suddenly had a bad guess...

Uriah: "The first part of the old emperor's speech was indeed a birthday celebration, but at the end he introduced a person."

Lancelot continued: "He introduced the Bentley at the end?"

Uriah nodded: "Not as the emperor's confidant." His expression was still not very good, he paused for a moment, and continued, "But as the current student of the Mech Department and the future third general of the empire."

There are many generals in the empire, but there are only two who can put ordinal numbers in front of the generals. The first general is General Fleet, who is in charge of the main star of the empire, and there is no clear position.

The second general is General Elvis, who is also a fanatic of mechs. He has been stationed on the planets near Zongyuan all the year round and has never participated in the war between the royal family and the military.

It's not that there is no one in the military department, even if there is no one, it is not the royal family's turn to intervene.

Now the old emperor suddenly announced without saying a word that he would award it to the third general. This is obviously helpless when watching thieves enter his house to steal things, and he even wants to make a smile.

Lancelot's head hurt more and more, and he supported his increasingly heavy head: "The royal family has the right to appoint generals?"

"The word used by the old emperor is Honorary General. He said that Bentley had protected him back then and nearly died. Now that he wants to serve the country in the military, the savior can't treat him badly."

Lancelot stared blankly at the ceiling, sighed, and managed to force out a sentence: "But even a title is enough."

Indeed, as long as it is a title, it is enough. The old emperor's move is simply Sima Zhao's heart. It is estimated that the old emperor's appearance at the banquet is not a coincidence, but deliberately made it for Uriah to see.

The title given by the old emperor is equivalent to directly giving Bentley a token to avoid death, and it will be difficult for Uriah to clear this eyeliner afterward.

The.

Lancelot suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What about the incident just now? Doing something outrageous to the marshal's banquet partner, no matter what, it will affect him."

Uriah's brows frowned even tighter: "Just now when you were in a coma, Justu went to investigate, and those men in black were hotel security, saying that they had received news that there was an Omega in the back garden who suddenly went into heat and wanted to send it back to the room. And the person who delivered the message can't be found now. If you didn't say that person was Bentley, we wouldn't even be able to find it."

That is to say, if Lancelot hadn't exerted his last strength to bring those people down, he still didn't know where he was at the moment.

"The monitoring?"

"There is no monitoring. This hotel is originally a place for the royal family and nobility, and nothing will be recorded. Besides, even if there is, I won't do it..."

Even if Lancelot is using a fake identity now, Uriah is unwilling to gamble with his reputation.

The atmosphere in the house suddenly froze to freezing point. Feeling a little depressed, Justu retreated to smoke.

When there were only two people left in the room, Uriah was still discouraged. He held Lancelot's right hand tightly with both hands, and his palms were sweating. He pressed his forehead against Lancelot's right hand. On the back of his hand, it seemed that a majestic lion, which had always been majestic, gave in and murmured to him: "I'm sorry."

Lancelot didn't expect that Uriah would suddenly apologize to him. The marshal himself was a victim, and he didn't have the ability to predict. It was unexpected that this kind of thing happened.

Besides, the person who announced the news was his father, who had been using Uriah. The person who wanted to take back the rights from Uriah was his father, and he was also an "accomplice."

If there is a day when the truth comes out, he should also say sorry to Uriah.

But he now hopes that that day will never come.

Now that he has chosen to step into the abyss, he has to face the ending of being smashed to pieces.Even though, he was hopelessly obsessed with the process of going up and down.

Lancelot didn't rush to respond to Uriah, and let him rest on the back of his hand, as if this moment would last forever without struggling or resisting.

His body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The temperature in the room was not low, and he was still covered with a blanket, but he still felt cold and shivering.His left hand couldn't help grabbing Uriah's hand, and he curled up unconsciously. He suddenly felt

It felt as if something was about to burst out of his body.

Uriah noticed his unusual behavior, and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is it somewhere..."

Before he finished his sentence, the air around him was instantly filled with the smell of rosemary.

The concentration of pheromone is undoubtedly the estrus period.

Lying on the bed, Lancelot didn't even have the strength to sit up, his face was very ugly, there was a mist in his light blue eyes, and there was a blush on his face that couldn't be ignored.

"Marshal, can you go out for a while? I want to stay by myself." Lancelot said so, but he didn't intend to let go of Uriah's hand.

His words almost came out of his throat.

Uriah frowned: "It's because of the effect of the medicine."

Lancelot can probably understand why Uriah should be kept away from him during the susceptible period, because he also wants Uriah to stay away from him now.

Lancelot gasped with difficulty: "Marshal, if you don't leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

The smell of rosemary became stronger and stronger, Lancelot bit his lip firmly, and now he couldn't help but want to make some noise.

Uriah still had no intention of leaving, but patted his hand to comfort him: "You don't have to control it, I will control you if you do anything excessive."

Lancelot felt extremely uncomfortable, he had no extra energy to think, and almost subconsciously said: "Please Marshal, please give me a bite."

Uriah smiled softly: "I feel like a humanoid inhibitor."

After a few words, Lancelot was tired of answering his words.

Uriah sat on the bed, changed him into a comfortable position, gently brushed away the broken hair blocking the gland with his hands, and pinched the skin carefully.

It seems that because of the estrus period, that piece of skin is thinner and has a light pink color.

Uriah's teeth touched the slightly swollen skin. Under the skin was the gland that was secreting the seductive pheromone. It didn't take much effort for the teeth to pierce the skin. A little infusion of pheromones.

Lancelot was made to arch slightly by his action, and then collapsed again. As the marking progressed, his hand unconsciously grabbed Uriah's clothes, and he couldn't help it with everyone. He rubbed against Uriah without even realizing it.

Uriah didn't stop

He stopped this movement, and used his hands to hold the person in his arms slightly to prevent him from slipping down.

The temporary marking time this time is much longer than the previous one.

Lancelot's symptoms improved a bit, and his expression was not as painful as before. By the end of the temporary mark, he had already passed out.

This time, even though the party had booked two rooms for Uriah, he never left Lancelot.

Lancelot looked very tired, but before he closed his eyes for a long time, the man suddenly sat up from the bed.

"What's wrong?" Uriah asked.

Lancelot looked at the man beside him, his eyes were blurred, and in the next second he threw himself on Uriah.

Uriah looked at his blue eyes without a trace of clarity, and realized something: "Again?"

He remembered the last time when he made a temporary mark on Lancelot, the man also fell asleep and then sat up suddenly, and then came to touch him...

But this time, the situation was surprisingly similar.

Sure enough, Lancelot pressed him on the bed again, and then his hands began to be dishonest.

Lancelot couldn't listen to what he was saying now, so he simply stopped resisting and let the people on him run amok.

Uriah felt that he needed to strengthen his training, otherwise one day his chest muscles would not feel good, would this person despise him...

It took about half an hour before Lancelot seemed to have exhausted his strength and fell asleep on top of him.

He sat in front of the bed, slowly released his cedar-flavored pheromone, and tightly wrapped the Omega in front of him, as if it had a soothing effect.Lancelot, who was asleep, was much more frank than when he was awake. He seemed to like the smell very much, and couldn't help leaning closer to Uriah.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he called Raphael and told him about Lancelot's symptoms, but there was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Do you remember when I said that he has been using inhibitors to pass the estrus since the sex differentiation?"

"Remember, so now the temporary marks are all my humanoid natural pollution-free inhibitors personally going into battle."

Rafael was amused by him, and continued: "His behavior is not qualitative, but I think it may be related to inhibitors."

"Is it because of dependence on inhibitors?"

Raphael: "There are so many dependencies, you yourself are pheromone dependent

Don't think of others as dependent. The conditions for the formation of dependence are very harsh, and most of them are direct addiction. "

"Then how do you explain his behavior?"

"I think it might be withdrawal." Raphael paused, "Inhibitor withdrawal."

"Has it had any ill effect on his health?"

"That's not true. As long as you continue to let him touch it, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Uriah was silent for a while: "How long will this symptom last?"

Raphael: "I don't know about it. It's possible that you won't have this symptom next time, or it may be there all the time." His voice was a little gloating, "You have to be careful and watch your baby Omega, don't One day someone will give him a temporary mark, and if he does this again..."

"Less in that crow's mouth."

After Uriah finished speaking, he felt the people around him rub against his arms again, frowning together.

He hurriedly lowered his voice: "Okay, I have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first." Then he hugged the person towards him again.

Raphael complained: "I'm some kind of tool person who comes and goes when he's called. I don't think Lancelot is fine. You can bring him to me if you have time during the insurance period."

Uriah hardly closed his eyes all night, and with the faint moonlight coming in from the window, he quietly stared at Lancelot's face.

recall their first meeting.

At that time, he was still an unknown junior in the dungeon, and he often had disputes with others over the territory or some trivial matters, and fighting was commonplace.

Uriah, who thought he was very lucky, escaped many times, but that was the time when he felt that his luck had come to an end, and the organization that was hostile to them used shady tricks, and the organization that Uriah belonged to did not know anything except him. trace.

And going missing in a dungeon is almost tantamount to dying.

In an abandoned warehouse, Uriah held his stomach wound and panted heavily. Seeing the blood flow more and more, he closed his eyes and waited for the god of death to come.But his luck was really good, and it wasn't the god of death who waited in the end.

It's a "god" with blond hair and blue eyes.

The gods who descended from that day saved him, and did not leave his name behind. All that remained was the last trace of pheromone left on the clothes, which was the faint rosemary.

When Uriah realized that the young man who single-handedly held him and broke through the siege was an Omega, he felt very sad.

complex.

That is, after that, he reorganized his forces in the dungeon, spent several years fighting hard, and became the overlord of one side. However, he failed to find out the identity of the Omega who rescued him at that time even after exhausting various methods.

He vaguely remembered that the clothes that person wore were expensive, and his speech and behavior were also extraordinary, so he guessed that this person might be an imperial nobleman, otherwise it would be impossible to find no trace for so many years.

He took the only way to reach the center of power, and at the same time it was the most difficult way - to join the army.

Perhaps it was really God's favor for him, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed "God" came down again.

When Lancelot woke up the next morning, he saw a sumptuous breakfast on the side dining car.

He was awakened by the aroma of that pot of just brewed Ceylon highland black tea.

The light makeup on his face was probably wiped by Uriah for him, but the clothes were still the light blue dress from yesterday.

Seeing him sitting up, Uriah hastily put another coat on him.

When he turned his head, he felt that there was something on his gland. He reached out and touched it, as if it was a Band-Aid.

"Have I got anything here?" asked Lancelot.

When he showed Uriah, almost his entire back was exposed, and Uriah shyly looked away: "The gland is tight."

"Gland stickers?"

Uriah nodded: "Actually, it's a band-aid made one size bigger, which can cover the bite mark."

Lancelot was suddenly a little embarrassed when he heard what he said, and lowered his head and put on his clothes: "There is such a caring thing."

The two were relatively silent, and had a normal meal instead of drinking nutritional supplements after a long absence.

The privacy protection of the hotel’s accommodation department is very good, and the two of them did not meet anyone in the process of going to the aircraft parking place after breakfast.

They first returned to the military headquarters, but Uriah insisted on not letting Lancelot rest. After taking a shower, he changed his clothes and was dragged onto the aircraft by him.

Uriah also asked him to bring the dress he wore yesterday.

"Where are you going again? Don't tell me that you are going to the banquet all the time, and continue today after yesterday's end?"

Lancelot was a bit reluctant to sleep, but he slept unexpectedly well last night. He was not very tired at the moment, anyway, it was Sunday, and Uriah dragged him out so he followed.

"Dungeon."

"What are you doing in the dungeon?

"

"see a doctor."

"you are sick?"

"show you."

"I'm not sick."

Uriah suddenly felt that Lancelot today seemed different from the past, as if he talked more.

"I don't know what you were sprayed with yesterday, and it's not good for you to go to the military hospital with your identity. Raphael specializes in medicine, so let him take a look just in case." He explained In fact, it's not just this, he also wanted Raphael to see what happened to Lancelot's abnormal behavior after the temporary mark.

This time, he didn't ask Lancelot again if he remembered what happened last night. It was useless to ask. With Lancelot's character, if he really remembered, he would not be what he is now.

The two didn't make much fanfare like before this time, but parked the aircraft in an inconspicuous place.

Walked to Raphael's clinic.

"Hey, you're here so soon?" Raphael was cleaning up the rabbits in his room. Apart from researching things, this man was just cleaning up the rabbits. He said it was a clinic but he hadn't seen many patients.

It's a coincidence that one really came to see a doctor today.

"He was sprayed with something yesterday, you can check for him to see if there is any problem."

Uriah asked him to wear a gown to test the remaining drugs.

Raphael took the dress in his hand, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Kane, you owe me a favor. You can go out for a stroll if you can't wait. I'll send you a message if there is a result." Rafael said, waved his hands back, and walked into the back room.

Uriah stopped him: "Dick isn't with you?"

Raphael: "I think he's annoying to throw it to Vincent and ask him to take it. I just found something recently. Let's talk about it when I come back later." After finishing speaking, he closed the door.

Only two people stood among the rabbits in a room, looking at each other.

Uriah asked him, "Is there any place in the dungeon you want to go?"

Lancelot was immediately stopped by his question. He looked at the buildings outside the window and replied after a while: "Are there any unique places in the dungeon?"

Uriah thought for a while, but realized that what he thought of was either a place that was illegal or a place where minors were prohibited from entering.

He coughed in embarrassment, thought for a moment, and seemed to think of something again, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help ticking: "I think of a place, come with me."

This time, the two wore the same clothes as the previous time. Walking on the streets of the dungeon, people came and went, and attracted many people to stop and watch, and even a lot of Uriah’s younger brothers came to say hello to him. .

However, Lancelot always felt that the way these people looked at him was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The two passed by a street selling snacks and snacks. Although Lancelot had been to the underground city, he had never seen such a place, and even the color seemed to be different from other places, so he stopped to watch.

In fact, he was not attracted by this street, but saw something on a stall near the interface.

There are all kinds of colorful candies in that stall, and there are even super-sized combination candies in the shape of a mech on the shelf, which looks like a lot of money.

But it wasn't the mecha candy that caught Lancelot's attention, but a pile of candies in white bags placed in an inconspicuous corner.

Although this was not the final destination of the two of them, Uriah saw that he was interested and suggested, "How about we go around?"

Lancelot was embarrassed to buy candy in front of Uriah, so he sent him to buy something else: "I want to try that crystal biscuit, can you help me line up? I'll go to another places."

Uriah looked at the long line in front of the crystal biscuit booth, but didn't say anything, and stood obediently at the end of the line.

The long queue was almost at the other end of the snack street, Lancelot looked at this opportunity and ran to the candy booth that he saw just now.

He reached out and picked up a white bag of candy, sure enough, the kind Uriah had given him when he was drunk.

The owner of the candy stand was an uncle in a cute costume. Seeing that Lancelot was good-looking, he offered to give him a discount.

Lancelot bought all the candies in the pile that said "Dungeon Brand Toffee" on the package.

But he was afraid that Uriah would find out, so he also bought the biggest mecha candy on the booth, so that he could cover the candy he really wanted to buy.

After paying, someone approached him and accosted him: "You are Lancelot!"

Lancelot turned to look at him, feeling familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him.

I just heard the man continue: "Oh, I'm the one who drank with you last time! Oh no, it doesn't matter who I am. Come and tell me, how did you overwhelm me?"

We Street Fighter Kane's. "

Lancelot raised his eyebrows when he heard his words. The man seemed to have misunderstood his relationship with Uriah.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man started to chatter again: "Oh, actually, I didn't believe you could beat Kane at the time, I thought you were an Omega when you looked so good-looking, who knew you were so fierce, and you knocked down the leader of the dungeon ranking A few thugs, still an Alpha. Alas, I made a wrong bet at the time, and lost a lot of star coins."

Lancelot asked him: "How many people know about this?"

The man replied: "Which thing are you talking about? Did you overthrow the top thugs in the dungeon or did you overwhelm Kane? Oh, but these two things are similar, and everyone in the dungeon will know that day. And You went into the hotel with Kane in your arms, and you were photographed on the headlines of the dungeon gossip."

Lancelot finally understood why he felt that those passers-by looked at him so strangely.

He didn't intend to refute the evil taste, and he even thought that the people in the dungeon were quite interesting.

Just as the man was about to say something, he seemed to see someone, so he quickly smiled and said goodbye to him, and then ran away without a trace.

Lancelot was wondering when someone patted his shoulder.

When he turned around, he met Uriah, holding a small bag of crystal biscuits in his hand.

Seeing that it was him, Lancelot quickly put the toffee he just bought into his arms.

"Why so fast?"

"Ah? I just went to line up, and they pushed me forward one by one, and then pushed me to the head of the line." Uriah said, opening the bag in his hand, and reaching out to Lancelot.

The person who co-authored walked from one end of the street to the other end of the street and back again. The title of Street Fighter turned out to be so easy to use, even buying a snack and jumping in line.

Lancelot thought silently, took a small crystal biscuit very face-saving, took a bite, and the glistening liquid inside flowed into his mouth, which even tasted like milk.

"What did you buy?" Uriah asked him.

Lancelot shook the bag in his hand.

Uriah smiled: "So you still like this kind of mech candy, I thought only children would like it."

Lancelot's mouth was filled with the taste of milk, and he was a little unconvinced: "You still like the taste of milk, no matter how you say it, we are not the same."

Uriah smiled and said nothing, and reached out to take the bag he was carrying.

Crossing the snack street, the two walked for a while.

After some distance, I finally arrived in front of a row of houses that didn't look very new.

There are not many people coming and going in this area, and it seems that it is not a place of business nature.

Seeing that he was about to go up, Lancelot asked, "Where is this?"

"There are only places unique to dungeons, which definitely meet your requirements."

Uriah walked up one of the steps, stood still at the door, turned around and smiled at him, "My house."