Fans always think he's a jerk

The king has a special clothes room, so there are not many clothes in the wooden wardrobe, and the rest of the place can be seen at a glance.

In such an empty place, it is easy for Tibetans.

But there was no black-haired black-eyed boy that Louis was looking for.

Even a little empty.

Louis narrowed his eyes slightly.

The information reported by Kaisen said that the boy had not been found, so the other party could only hide in Cecil's palace.

And it's impossible for Cecil not to notice that there are more people on his territory.

It could only be that Cecil hid people on purpose.

Louis closed the cabinet door sullenly, but he had no proof.

Cecil picked up a roll of kraft paper and flipped through it. When the golden quill was picked up to write, it lightly bumped against the gold chain on the glove.

He has a calm face, focused eyebrows and eyes, and looks calm no matter what happens.

Louis glanced around.

His eyes stopped on the innermost bed, the heavy white curtains were hanging down, and he couldn't see clearly what was inside.

After a pause for a few seconds, Louis really didn't want to look at Cecil's bed, and his physical disgust made him look away.

Ai Keer, who was hiding behind the curtain, breathed a sigh of relief, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

scared to death.

Ai Keer was completely trapped in the soft quilt. There was a little cold sweat on his forehead. The sweat dripped down the tip of his nose and dripped between his lips, but he didn't even dare to stick out his tongue to lick it.

The few black hairs hanging down were also stained with sweat, and held by the tender lips that were unconsciously pressed together.

Eckel looked through the slits in the curtain.

What I saw was the tall and straight back of Louis who turned around.

The little elf let go of the taut strings, and the whole elf sank limply into the quilt.

Thanks to the blessing of the dark god, Louis did not find him.

Louis took a seat opposite Cecil: "The king responded in a timely manner."

Cecil put down his pen: "I don't understand what the bishop is talking about."

"It's a big deal for me to lend the bishop so many soldiers to search the palace for a person who doesn't have much weight." Cecil closed the cowhide scroll and said, "I hope the bishop won't make trouble in front of me next time."

"After all, it's very unmannered."

Louis' eyes were extremely hostile, but his lips curled up on his face: "It's really unmannered."

He was referring to the matter of the King Tibetan.

The two of them fell silent for a while, bypassing the topic.

Cecil put down the rolled cowhide roll: "Let's start the negotiation, Bishop."

Louis suppressed his smile, and his eyes were full of spectacle: "The black mist is expanding, and it is about to break through the light circle protecting this city-state and harm your people."

"The blood race in the black mist is also about to move."

"Of course, I can prevent this from happening," Louis said, "but are you ready for a reward that will satisfy me?"

The last thing a king wants is for his own people to be harmed.

Cecil frowned and said annoyedly, "What exactly do you want?"

Once Louis recalled that incident, he couldn't help but want to release the violent desire in his heart. He suppressed his anger and said, "A long time ago, the 14th Pope of the Holy See gave something to the king of the Kingdom of Roses at that time."

A large wooden box, polished smooth and beautiful, and protected by a circle of light made of gold lacquer, the inside is covered with red velvet.

Such a precious thing was placed on red velvet, obviously well protected.

The person carrying it didn't feel the weight.

Louis heard this from a senior believer, and vaguely guessed that it should be what he was looking for.

This wooden box must have been passed down to the current King of the Rose Country, that is, Cecil.

Louis has been distressed how to get this item from the king who hates theocracy so much.

And this little trick played by the blood race happened to trap the king, and it happened that only he could rescue it.

Louis's sense of the blood race in his heart was a little higher, and he said to Cecil: "Just return it to its original owner."

Cecil thought carefully before digging out the dusty wooden box from his memory.

After so many years, the gold paint on the wooden box has all fallen off, and the light circle has become extremely weak.

After he got it, he didn't care about it, but he kept it well.

Cecil nodded: "Okay, after I leave here, I will hand it over to the Pope."

This is to irritate Louis.

Returning things to their original owners means returning them to the Holy See, and now the Holy See is still in charge of the Pope.

If you want to return it, it's not in your hand, Luis.

Louis lowered his face: "As the king wishes, I will let the old pope go to his dream kingdom of heaven before you send him there, and he will succeed in becoming the 26th pope."

"If the king wants to be so troublesome, it's not like I can't cooperate."

Cecil: "..."

"I will order the Duke to be escorted over, and he can arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest."

After the negotiation, Cecil signaled to Louis that he could leave.

And Louis got up and left before he could speak.

I don't want to wait a second longer.

Cecil waited for a while to see that Louis would not turn back, and then asked the door to be closed.

He stood up, turned around and walked towards the layered curtains in front of the bed, and when he opened it with his hand, he saw the wet elf.

After being frightened into a cold sweat, he was sweating a little from being bored.

Aikeel sat up from the bed and asked in a low voice, "Is he gone?"

Cecil looked at the boy's frightened look, and nodded amusedly: "Let's go."

Eckel heaved a sigh of relief. He knelt down on the bed, grasped Cecil's hand that lifted the curtain blindly, moved to the edge of the bed with his knees, and looked around.

Really no one else.

Eckel exhaled.

He was about to thank him, but the king raised his chin with his fingertips.

Cecil let go of the hand that lifted the curtain, and the white cloth fell behind him.

In an instant, a small confined space was formed, in which Cecil and Eckel were imprisoned.

Aike blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Cecil didn't speak, he touched Aker's face with his other hand.

The gloved fingertips moved delicately, bit by bit brushing away the sticky hair on the boy's face.

The smooth texture of the white cloth rubbed against his face, which didn't make Aikel feel uncomfortable at all, but Aikel didn't know that when the gold chain on the king's glove was pressed against his face, it would print a very fine line. red marks.

Until finally, when the king's fingertips touched Aker's soft lips, he gently parted the strand of hair.

Cecil couldn't help smoothing Aike's black hair again, and after carefully tidying up the black hair, he whispered: "Okay."

The little cat is clean again.