desire reconciliation

I haven't been back to the palace for several months, but the scenery inside is quite different from before.

Before the old emperor Xi Jing, all the extra funds were allocated to the royal laboratory. At that time, the total number of guards and servants in the entire palace was no more than a hundred.

It's good now, there are at least two to three hundred people in the lobby just entering the door, all of them are dignified, but there are too many people, if it is more chaotic, Lancelot feels that he can perform acrobatics here.

Lancelot could be regarded as returning to his own home, but he was treated more like a guest than a guest. He was led all the way in his home, and everything was served with tea and snacks.

Justu muttered in a low voice, "It's true that the tiger is not at home and the monkey dominates."

When he arrived in the drawing room, Justu was blocked outside, and Lancelot went in alone.

Idri was sitting on the red-painted sofa in the middle of the room, and when he came in, he got up to greet him.

The smile on Idri's face was still the same as that of Lancelot's older brother who played together in his memory: "Lancelot, you are finally here, sit down quickly."

Lancelot was also polite: "My brother really regards himself as the master of this place."

Idri's smile froze on his face for a moment: "This is so chilling for my brother. It's not about you going to the Zongyuan military base. The emperor's uncle is gone, so I'll come to help first."

Lancelot: "My brother said it nicely, 'help'? I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Idri only kept a faint smile on his lips: "Since you said that, I will say it straight to the point. You know the reason why I called you here this time."

Lancelot smiled and said, "Did brother come to me to discuss the succession of the throne? Or just to inform me that you will inherit the throne?"

Idrish didn't expect him to be so straightforward, but his response seemed to have been drafted long ago: "After all, the only ones who can inherit the throne are you and me, but you are an Omega, so the throne is not only for you. I will inherit it?"

Lancelot's eyes darkened: "You know why I entered the army."

Idri didn't notice the change in his mood, and continued: "You want to prove to your father that you are beyond reproach, but your father is dead now."

Lancelot suppressed his emotions: "You told me that there is no difference between Alpha, Beta, and Omega. You also encouraged me to go to the military to exercise and prove myself, proving that not everything can be defined by gender."

Idri thought he was a bit strange and ignored him.

Understand why he said this: "Did I tell you this?"

Lancelot hummed, "You told me when I decided to go to the military after my 20th birthday."

Idri tried hard to recall: "I really thought about it. I'm sorry I was too busy at the time. I guess I accidentally saw those words somewhere... Maybe it was in whose speech? Oh yes, it should be It’s Uriah, it’s not that he just became the marshal that year, but his words are too funny, everyone is equal, how is this possible, how can Omega and Alpha be the same, what a joke. "

The last hope in Lancelot's heart was also shattered after hearing these words. At that time, he regarded his brother as a close relative. These words have been kept in his heart all these years.

But now the person who said these words said it was a joke, denying the truth that he has always regarded as the standard.

Lancelot's smile was a bit lonely: "Uriah said it?"

He was not asking a question, but just confirming himself.

He does not feel that what he believes to be the truth is wrong, and if someone denies it, it can only be that the one who denies it is wrong.

"I won't give you the throne." Lancelot looked up at Idri, whose face was three points similar to his.

Idri chuckled and said, "It depends on how the nobles of the family choose."

Lancelot: "Brother, are you sure?" He said, turning on the projection of the terminal and placing it on the table.

Slender fingers pressed against the edge of the terminal and pushed it forward again.

Idri's expression changed instantly after seeing the projected content.

The content in the projection is the letter of consent or letter of guarantee from the major families in the royal family, all of which support Lancelot's succession to the throne, and the worst is to give up the right to vote.

Idri saw several of them, which had already been agreed with him, but now they turned against the water.

Lancelot looked at him: "What do you think, brother? Do you still have confidence now? Or I will wait for you to meet, and you will confirm it?"

Idri glanced at Lancelot, who was a little proud, wondering if he was defrauding these consent letters. He got up and said, "Then I will excuse you for a moment."

Not long after, Idri came back with a dark face.

Lancelot: "How is it? Did brother confirm it?"

Idri: "As expected of the son of the old emperor, he is capable enough."

Lancelot smiles

:"you flatter me."

Idri: "Can you tell me what you did?"

It's not that Lancelot hasn't done anything in the past few days behind closed doors. In the past few days, he has cooperated with Vincent inside and outside, and has made a mess of several big families in the royal family.

It is not without reason that the old emperor turned a blind eye to these industries. Behind the big family and business, there will always be some dark things in the dark corners.

Idri wanted to promise them benefits so that they would be loyal to him. The families thought that this was a fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman would benefit from it. Here comes a trick to draw the bottom line.

Just a little information about those dungeons can ruin the reputation of these aristocratic families, or directly cut off their money.

Lancelot didn't explain much: "I can't even keep my 'life', so would I care about this benefit?"

These aristocratic families are not fools, and they agreed to Idri only for more benefits, but as the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. The premise is that the "green hills" must exist. If you lose your golden job, the loss outweighs the gain.

Lancelot stood up: "It's getting late, let's stop here today, thank you for your 'help' during this period, brother, remember to pack up, I will move back in a few days...... "

Before Lancelot finished speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy. He thought it was a little hypoglycemia, but the scene in front of him became darker and darker.

He fell back on the sofa again: "What did you do..."

Idri approached him in the blurred vision: "Let's sleep for a while."

When Lancelot woke up, he was tied to a chair. There was nothing around him, only a section of steps leading to the ground in front of him. The air was cold and humid, as if in a basement.

After waiting for a while, there was the sound of the door being opened on the steps, and as the footsteps approached, Lancelot saw the smiling Idri again.

He looked at the time: "Not bad, I woke up so soon."

Lancelot stared at him: "What did you do?"

Since he entered the palace, he hadn't done any unnecessary actions, and he hadn't touched any snacks or tea, but he was still tricked.

"Are you curious? Didn't you just say that there is no difference between Alpha and Omega? Why does this drug only work on Omega but not on me?"

As he spoke, Idri took out a bottle containing white powder from his breast pocket.

Lancelot lowered his head: "So you never felt that Alpha and Omega were the same from the beginning to the end?"

"if not?"

"Then why did you encourage me to go to the military department?"

Idri seems to have heard something ridiculous, and he no longer looks like the gentle brother he used to be: "You are a prince, everyone has to follow your heart, and let you go to the military headquarters to get to know how much an Omega you are." If you are fragile, come back willingly and throw yourself into my arms, killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?"

Lancelot was surprised by him: "What do you mean by that?"

He had just finished speaking, as if confirming his own thoughts, when the pheromone with a sudden thick metallic smell around him forced Lancelot to accept the worst outcome he expected.

Lancelot choked on the strong metallic smell and coughed a few times.

Idris seemed hurt by his reaction: "Lancelot, do you remember when you said you thought my pheromones were special?"

Lancelot looked at him without speaking, and Idri continued to say to himself: "I was just differentiated at that time, and I was the first Alpha in this generation. The disgusting pheromones don't make me happy at all. I can't control my pheromones when I just differentiated. Everyone is willing to pretend on the surface, but in fact they are all afraid of me. Only you, only you are right I said I think my pheromones are special, I can see it in your eyes, there is no prejudice, no pretense."

Lancelot has done this, but this is the friendship between brothers, and it can only be the friendship between brothers.

"I waited and waited, and finally when you split, everyone thought you would split into an Alpha, and I even thought that even if you split into an Alpha, I would want you to know my intentions. But you split unexpectedly Became an Omega, you know, I couldn't believe it when I knew it, how many nights I've dreamed it came true."

"Just when I was going to express my heart to you, you told me that you were going to the military headquarters, saying that Alpha and Omega are the same, to prove this ridiculous joke. I am Alpha, you are Omega, we are born to be Together."

Seeing him dazed, Lancelot said

: "Don't forget that we are brothers and are related by blood."

Idri smiled: "What's wrong with brothers? What's wrong with blood relationship? With the current level of technology, even parents and children can have the next generation, which is just a social morality. Besides, aren't your parents brothers? you?"

"You're crazy!" He didn't mention the matter of Lancelot's parents to anyone. He thought that the secret would be silent forever along with the fire in the palace, but he didn't expect Idri to know about it thing.

"I'm not crazy."

"How did you know about this?"

Idri seemed to have a winning chance, and the hole cards in his hand were revealed one after another: "I know more than that, would you believe me if I said that the old emperor's experiments were all in my hand? You don't wonder why at that time Why do those substances in the dungeon work on Uriah and everyone else, but not on you? Why did my father suddenly do such a stupid thing?"

Lancelot frowned: "So it wasn't Duke Graham who used you, you were always manipulating Duke Graham?"

Idris laughed and said, "Almost, people of the older generation are really stupid enough to believe whatever they say. My father did, and so did the old emperor."

Idri's face suddenly changed: "It's just that I didn't expect Uriah to be such an uncontrollable factor in the plan, but he seems to be still lying in the training room, alive and dead. But you, What do you think I should do with you, Lancelot?"

Lancelot looked at him: "Now the royal family has recognized that I am the heir to the throne. If you keep me here, they will find that I am missing sooner or later."

Idri seemed to have been prepared for a long time: "If the orthodox heir to the throne becomes a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats, do you think people will come to you?" He said and looked up at the chandelier above his head, and stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light , the shadow of the palm hit the face.

"However, it's really poor Uriah. It's just a tool from the beginning to the end. Tomorrow's star network headline is 'The Imperial Prince cuts off the energy supply of the marshal's training warehouse to inherit the throne' What do you think? Or "The Imperial Prince finally The cruel and suffocating method of attacking the marshal seems to be more eye-catching."

You must know that cutting off the energy supply of the training chamber is equivalent to removing the respirator of a critically ill patient, and it will be fatal if it exceeds a certain period of time.

"You want to frame me?" Lan

Sloat looked gloomy.

Idri didn't respond, and continued to say to himself: "Uriah, who was pushed to the altar by you, has now become your deadliest weakness. Let's have a good taste of watching the high platform you built collapse."

Lancelot didn't expect that there would be such a trick waiting for him here. There is only one surveillance video, the system has been hacked and there is no entry and exit record. Some entry and exit records are only Lancelot. Earlier, Justu said that the surveillance The familiarity of the person is not groundless, the person in the surveillance is clearly like Lancelot, someone pretended to be him and planned this farce.

This is a well-designed trap waiting for him to jump.

Idri walked up and down in front of him, and seeing that Lancelot said nothing, he said, "Are you thinking about that little puppy who came with you? It seems to be Youss... Justu ? Don't count on him."

Hearing what he said, Lancelot suddenly felt uneasy: "What did you do to him?"

Idri: "Don't say a word for a long time, and you are so anxious when it comes to other Alphas? Don't worry, he won't die. If it wasn't for the fear that you would be unhappy, I really wanted to kill him or throw him into no-man's land and let him fend for himself gone."

After Idri finished speaking, he slowly approached Lancelot. The metallic pheromone around him became more and more intense, making it hard to breathe.

He leaned into Lancelot's ear: "Didn't you always like me? Give up the throne and be with me."

Lancelot turned his head to the other side, trying to stay away from Idri as much as possible, but his whole body was tightly bound, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't distance himself from Idri.

"The liking is only out of family affection, and it's already in the past tense." Lancelot replied very simply.

When he first met Idri, Lancelot discovered that he used a mental power shield. No matter how he used his mental power, he could not interfere with Idri. Now he is really immobile and at the mercy of others.

Idri continued to approach Lancelot: "Then I'll let it come back, and it's not limited to family affection. Isn't Omega such a creature?"

As he spoke, he continued to approach Lancelot's neck, aiming his mouth at his glands.

I don't know if it's because of being too nervous, or because of his physical rejection of the metallic pheromone, Lancelot's glands began to slowly secrete the pheromone.

After Idris smelled the scent of rosemary, he was intoxicated for a moment,

Shock instead: "You're totally marked!?"

Idri froze in mid-air, with uncontrollable anger in his tone: "Who is it!!!!"

There was a cold smile in Lancelot's eyes.

"It's my hero."

Idri's anger was concretized by the uncontrollable pheromone. He raised his hand and grabbed Lancelot's hair and pulled it in front of him: "It's Uriah's grandson again? Are you really interested in him?"

Lancelot's hair was pulled, his head was raised upwards, and he was forced to look at Idri, but his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

Idri looked into his eyes and burst out laughing, "You are so rational and cold-blooded that you can have real feelings? It's not Uriah who fucked you 'voluntarily'?"

Seeing Lancelot's expression as if he didn't care about anything, Idri's anger was even more uncontrollable: "Okay, Uriah can fuck you to the full mark, and I can fuck you to cover him Aren’t you the mental power of double S, you can’t die even if you cover his mark.”

Lancelot had never seen Idri like this. In his impression, Idri had always been a gentle and elegant nobleman who behaved like a gentleman.

I don't know when those have become the appearance of camouflage. It turns out that Idri, like his pheromone, is disgusting.

Lancelot didn't know how to solve the immediate crisis, he tried to delay the time: "You keep saying that Omega should be the vassal of Alpha, but now you can only attack me by tying me up, are you an Alpha? A little too humble?"

Idri didn't like him: "Don't use aggressive methods here, it's useless to delay time, no one will come to save you, it's okay, just hurt a little, and everything will be over when the mark is covered. "

Lancelot's tone was full of provocation: "Do you know that Uriah's mental power is already 3S, and this is the only one in the whole interstellar. Do you think you can cover his mark with your ability?"

Facts have proved that Lancelot is really not suitable for negotiation, and Uriah should be allowed to do this kind of thing.

What he said made Idri's vengeance surge.

"Okay, then see if I can cover his mark." Idri said and reached out to tear Lancelot's clothes.

With the sound of fabric being torn apart, there was also a loud noise at the end of the upward steps.

The door is not

was opened, but fell straight down.

A voice that Lancelot was all too familiar with came from the other end, reassuring after a long absence.

"Okay, that's it."