Leopard of another world

That night, Dark Evan was sent to Lance's bedroom. The knight who had been well cleaned changed into a neat uniform, and he stood upright behind Lance with an epee in his hand. sense of security.

As the only subordinate currently under his orders, Lance pinned all his hopes of escaping from captivity on Dark Evan. He spent a whole night thinking about the escape plan, deliberated over and over again, and finally felt that it was safe, and excitedly told Dark Evan.

When Lance finished speaking excitedly, the Dark Dragon Knight just looked at Lance quietly without any reaction.

The beating heart gradually cooled down.

"I forgot, you don't understand anything." Lance smiled wryly, and touched Evan's cold face in the dark: "I don't know anything, and it is a kind of happiness to act according to instinct."

Turning around in disappointment, the bell on his ankle made a crisp sound as he moved, and his irritability surged into his heart. He squatted down suddenly, grabbed the bell and pulled it out desperately, a red mark was drawn on his ankle, but the bell was still stable. firmly attached to it.

Kicking at the wall, the bell rang even more cheerfully. Lance ignored the magic restriction and tried to mobilize the power to destroy the bell, but his body was still empty. nothing.

Raising his head blankly, Lance blinked his sour eyes, showing a desperate expression, and slowly let go of his hand.

The moment he tried to stand up, his eyes suddenly went dark, and a strange dull pain emanated from the depths of his soul. Lance's body swayed, his head fell on the carpet, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed, covered with a soft velvet blanket, and Samuel sat beside him holding his hand tightly, looking haggard.

"You finally woke up."

Suddenly falling into the opponent's arms, Lance was squeezed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He pushed the chest in front of him desperately, but found that he couldn't exert all his strength, as if all his strength had been taken away.

"Samuel, what do you mean? I won't tell you that I'm under house arrest. Are you going to take away your strength now?"

Samuel suddenly froze when he was holding him, and slowly let go, carefully laying him back on the bed, tucking the corner of the quilt, but his expression was a bit gloomy.

"You think I did it?"

"Could it be that I did it?" Lance sneered.

For a moment, Lance felt Samuel's anger bursting out, but he was quickly suppressed. The other party stared at him, his eyes were heavy and he couldn't see his thoughts.

"During the period when you were imprisoned by the church, they put chronic poison in your food, which can corrode the soul. Your coma and current weakness are the consequences of mild soul corruption. Sorry, I only discovered it now."

Lance looked at Samuel expressionlessly, and suddenly laughed: "The church is going to execute me, why bother, please find a better excuse next time."

"You don't believe me?" Samuel lowered his voice suddenly, and pressed Lance's shoulder angrily. Lance felt that his shoulder must be blue.

"Lance, what kind of eyes do you have? You think I did it, how could I hurt you! The only person in this world who can't hurt you is me!"

Lance raised his head violently, laughed out loud, even tears, and in Samuel's increasingly gloomy expression, he showed undisguised mockery: "Samuel, I never knew you had Amnesia, or are you schizophrenic?"

Facing Samuel's gloomy eyes, Lance smiled more and more happily: "Won't you harm me? Shall I help you recall who stole the sword of judgment, who cut off my wings, and who imprisoned me Who, who is tormenting me, who is using to deceive me? Samuel, the source of all my misfortunes comes from you, and now you tell me that only you will not harm me? Is everything you have done? Is it just a dream of mine?"

"I don't deny my previous behavior, but..."

"No but!" Stopped smiling, Lance stared at Samuel indifferently, and suddenly put his arms around his neck, with his lips close to his ears, he spoke softly and word by word.

"Samuel, if I had a choice, I'd rather never have known you."

Letting go, Lance lay down on the bed, admiring Samuel's pale face maliciously. After the pleasure passed, the dull pain in his soul suddenly hit him again and again. One hand pressed on the temple, and rubbed it gently, alleviating the dizziness.

"Stay at ease, I will solve your physical problems as soon as possible, believe it or not, Lance, I love you, so I will never hurt you, don't worry, you will be fine."

Samuel's voice had regained his composure. He had turned back into a powerful and steady king at this moment. He stood up and walked towards the door. When he grabbed the doorknob, he froze.

"Lance, we all need to calm down. It doesn't matter how much you hate me, but there is only one thing, you can't leave me."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out. Lance stared straight at the roof, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking and desperate expression.

In the days that followed, Samuel seemed to be very busy, appearing in front of Lance less and less frequently, and leaving in a hurry every time they met each other. Now, Samuel has not appeared for half a month. Lance was really relieved.

But Samuel disappeared, and another person appeared in front of Lance instead of him-the butler Kevin.

Samuel originally didn't intend to release Kevin, but Lance's attacks became more and more frequent. Only he and Kevin had enough power to relieve Lance's pain. In today's busy business, he had to temporarily release Kevin. Let him watch Lance.

Kevin, who had seen the light of day again, was indeed a lot more honest. Although Lance didn't want to see him, he didn't refuse his visit. Every time Kevin would bring him some information about Deknis, although it was only a general trend, it could only be used It's a relief, but it's better than not knowing anything.

On this day, Lance fell ill again. After Kevin eased his pain, he served a bowl of tan rice porridge.

"This is the medicinal porridge ordered by His Majesty to relieve your pain."

"The church will give you an antidote?" Lance was quite surprised.

"Of course not." Kevin chuckled: "This is just something His Majesty made. The effect is not very good. It can only suppress the disease, but it is better than nothing."

Lance thinks about it too. After all, there is hope only if he is alive. No matter who poisoned it, since someone is willing to give him a solution, he would be stupid not to accept it.

The medicinal porridge had no taste, but Lance's stomach started to twitch after taking the first sip, and it took half a glass of water to suppress the nausea. Drinking a bowl of porridge was like being tortured. It's not much different from a porcelain spoon.

Kevin looked at Lance's face, raised the corners of his mouth happily, put away the bowls and spoons, got up and left: "One bowl a day, try to get used to it."

Lance shivered, covered his mouth and almost spat out again.

Afterwards, taking the medicinal porridge every day was a kind of torture, but the effect gradually appeared. A week later, his attacks of illness were significantly reduced, but in contrast, his stomach reacted more and more strongly to the medicinal porridge, and finally almost To the point where I want to throw up when I see it.

Lance was very surprised that he had such a strong reaction to this tasteless medicinal porridge. He held the medicinal porridge sent by Kevin again and stirred it with a spoon for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to open his mouth.

After gritting his teeth and stuffing a mouthful, Lance swallowed desperately, and asked the doubt that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "What is this porridge made of?"

"Really want to know?" Kevin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled strangely: "You asked yourself."

A bad premonition rose in Lance's heart.

Kevin said slowly: "This is a porridge made from the minced meat of the wings and the blood from the heart of the artificial angel captured by His Majesty's attack on the Eden Realm. In order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, the meat and blood must be cooked while the artificial angel is alive Take it down, each bowl of porridge is made with the flesh and blood of different angels, which is quite troublesome, but only the long-term accumulation of the weak power in their flesh and blood can make up for the dissipating speed of your soul. If you don’t want to die, you probably have to drink it for a lifetime , I really doubt that there are so many artificial angels, the church has to work harder."

The bowl in Lance's hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the porridge spilled all over the floor. He ran to the corner with a pale face and vomited in a mess.

Afterwards, Lance refused to drink the medicine porridge sent. After stopping the medicine, the poison in his body seemed to gather together and erupt violently. The severe pain in his soul made him wish he could commit suicide to relieve the pain. After Samuel knew it, he finally reunited. appeared before him.

"Why don't you drink the medicine?"

"Do you think I'll drink that porridge after hearing how it's made?"

"Damn that Kevin..." Samuel gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, then looked at Lance, pursed his lips and coaxed, "Keep drinking, or you will die."

"If it's really going to be like this for the rest of my life, I'd rather get rid of it as soon as possible."

"I don't allow it! None of them can live if you die!" Samuel suddenly roared at Lance, his chest heaving violently: "I said that nothing will happen to you, so you can't die!"

Lance sneered: "You can't decide."

Samuel looked at Lance gloomily for a while, but walked out angrily without saying anything.

"Crazy." Facing the slammed door, Lance rolled his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Lance felt a heavy weight full of alcohol on his body in a daze. He groaned, opened his eyes, and saw Samuel's blurred eyes, and turned over and sat up in fright.

"Lance, don't die, you can't die..." Samuel hugged him tightly, buried his head in his chest, and repeated muttering.

"You'll be fine, they're all damned, I'm going to kill them, so you'll be fine..." An indistinct voice murmured, and the smell of alcohol hit his face, Lance wanted to push him away in disgust, The other party hugged him tighter and tighter.

"Don't die...don't die..." His voice got lower and lower, Lance struggled a bit, his body stiffened suddenly, his chest was wet, the wetness was definitely not an illusion.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed it in, and wiped Samuel's cheek. Under the weak light, the liquid reflected fine light.

Samuel... crying?

This thought flashed through his mind, and Lance laughed, thinking it was ridiculous, how could Samuel cry, what right did he have to cry?

Frowning, Lance pushed Samuel away violently, and the other party followed his strength and leaned softly on the bedpost, looking at him with blurred eyes, and suddenly leaned over and bit his lips, forcefully gnawing on him. Biting, his hands dishonestly slid into his skirt.

Lance was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, and the strong invasion made him rage. He raised his fist and smashed down hard. When he fell, Samuel seemed to wake up a little bit. He stood up staggeringly, staring at Lance with frighteningly bright eyes. Lance was tense all over, not knowing what the other party was thinking.

Suddenly there was a bitter low laugh in the darkness.

"I won't let you die, I swear."

After speaking, Samuel turned around staggeringly, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door, leaving Lance alone in a daze.

Since then, Samuel never came to see him again, and his diet returned to normal. There was no porridge, and Kevin disappeared, replaced by a puppet servant with an expressionless face. Occasionally, his four former subordinates also came to visit him. Every time, they looked at Lance with complicated and unspeakable eyes, sad and hesitant, and finally left with a sigh.

After several violent episodes, he gradually calmed down and reduced the number of times, which made him relieved. During several episodes, he really thought he would die. The feeling of tearing his soul was too much. too real.

Just when he thought he would be imprisoned like this for the rest of his life, Kevin's sudden appearance in the middle of the night brought a new turn for the matter.

"Do you want to leave?"

In the darkness, Kevin looked at him with an embarrassing appearance and a hoarse voice, and spoke softly.