Before he was crowned king II

When he woke up, Kaisen was staying in a warm and comfortable room. He was lying on a buckskin chair, covered with a soft down blanket, next to a fireplace burning with oak blocks, and surrounded by The walls are covered with broken mirrors, shining like stars.

Kaisen straightened up slowly, and there was a man reading a book sitting across from him.

"Are you awake?" The man put down the book, revealing a dark gray bird mask.

It's him.The young man who spent [-] gold coins to take him away from the theater.Kaisen stared warily at the eyes hidden behind the mask, and didn't speak casually.

"These are healing potions and clean bandages," the young man pointed to the things on the table, "Can you bandage yourself, or do you need me to help you?"

"No, I can." Kaisen said in a low voice. He didn't know the identity and purpose of the man, so he could only take one step at a time.

"I'll get you something to eat,? Bread and broth, okay?"

Kaisen was stunned for a while, and gave a low "hmm".The young man really got up and left the room just like that. The door was ajar, and it was not locked. It seemed that there was no intention to prevent him from escaping.

This moment is a good opportunity to escape, but Kaisen did not do so.It's not because of the friendly attitude shown by the young man,? It's not because of the weakness of the body,? The main reason is that now he doesn't know where to escape to be considered safe.

After wiping off the dirty blood on his body with a linen cloth soaked in water, he looked at the bottles and cans on the table, took out one of the bottles and smelled it, and after a moment of hesitation, put it back in its original place.

He took a piece of clean gauze, pressed it on the open wound, and then wrapped it tightly with a bandage.

"Here comes your food."

Kaisen raised his head, looking at the soft and fragrant bread and the steaming hot broth, he couldn't help feeling a little absent-minded.

"Let me fix your fingers for you." The blond young man naturally moved a chair and sat opposite him.

"Do not……"

"For you, sharp nails are like sharp knives in your hands. If you grow them earlier, you will feel more at ease. So, give me your hand."

The other party's attitude was not very tough, but his words were very convincing. After listening, Kaisen couldn't even think of an excuse to continue to refuse.

What is there to worry about?No matter what schemes the other party has against him, he is powerless to resist, not to mention that no matter how bad his current situation is, it cannot be worse than when he was in the theater.After Kaisen figured it out, he stretched out his right hand.

"Left hand first, you can eat something with your right hand." The young man took out a bottle of medicine, "It might hurt, bear with it."

The sting of the potion is nothing compared to the piercing of the flesh.Kaisen looked at the bowl of broth exuding an alluring aroma, picked it up with his right hand, and gulped it down his throat.

He was really hungry for too long, so that when he ate meat, he felt unreal in his mind.

Yes, it is indeed too unreal.When he was locked in a birdcage and carried into the carriage, he was ready to fight for his life again.

As a result, when he opened his eyes, he did not experience any embarrassment. The young nobleman who photographed him not only prepared food and drink for him, but also helped him bandage himself...

Kaisen's eyes drifted to the left involuntarily, the young man in the mask lowered his head slightly, and was pinching the bandage at both ends to tie knots at his knuckles.

The movements of those hands were skillful and dexterous, but they looked pampered, with no traces of suffering, let alone hideous scars, and the delicate and firm skin glowed with a perfect halo under the light.

In contrast, his own hand was scarred and ugly, so rough that it didn't look like a normal hand.

"Your hand is a weapon, and it has not shouldered the expectations of many people." The young man seemed to hear his heart, and suddenly said, "This side is dealt with, the other hand."

"What is your purpose for doing this?" Kaisen frowned slightly. He didn't believe that humans would show kindness to sub-orcs for no reason. "Or, what do you want me to do for you?"

"No……"

"If not, then why did you pay fifty thousand gold coins to photograph me?" Kaisen frowned.

"What you are wondering is whether I photographed you from the theater, or whether I spent fifty thousand gold coins for you."

"Does that make any difference?"

"These are two completely different questions." The young man said calmly, "The reason why I bid for you is because I think you are useful, that's all."

"Since you spent [-] gold coins, it means that you hope to get benefits from me that far exceed [-] gold coins."

Kaisen didn't intend to go around the corner anymore, and said seriously, "In return, I will do something within my power for you, such as killing your enemy after recovery, but I don't guarantee that you will get what you want. And against your own will I won't do it."

"Is there only one? I spent [-] gold coins."

"One, two, or three, you can talk about it. But you are a human being, and I am a sub-orc. I am not willing to work for human beings all the time. If you are not satisfied, you can put me back in the cage, or send me back to the drama hospital."

But when that time comes, he will fight no matter the cost.

Kaisen chose to directly throw out the conditions, because he could vaguely feel that what the other party wanted did not seem to conflict with his own interests, and there was a possibility of a discussion between them.

And so far, his perception of youth is not bad.Therefore, it is naturally best for the two sides to win each other than to kill each other.

"What do you think of this proposal?"

"I think you're doing better now than when you were in the cage."

The young man didn't answer his question, but said something inexplicable, "It's worth spending fifty thousand gold coins."

"What is worth?" Kaisen couldn't understand.

"When I bid [-] yuan, you looked up at me with a surprised expression."

The young man let go of his bandaged hand, "It seems to be saying silently, how is it possible? Someone is willing to pay [-] gold coins to buy me?"

Kaisen was stunned.

"I know that you have been enduring it all the time, and you don't want to be assimilated into a slave who lost yourself in that environment. But in fact, at that time, you had already unknowingly lost your warrior nature."

The young man crossed his fingers, "So I decided to offer a higher price to stimulate you to regain some kind of confidence."

"What are you talking about?" Kaisen's throat rolled.

"Ten thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand... In my opinion, everything you have done has far exceeded these pale figures."

The young man said calmly, "That's a value that cannot be measured by money, just like the royal family of St. Via donated the treasury to accumulate, so it is impossible to revive their first heir."

"You know..." Kaisen's animal pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body tensed up.

"Captain of the Scarlet Vanguard, Kaisen." The young man said, "Yes, I know."

"It's you..." Kaisen stood up abruptly, "It's you..."

"Although it was not easy, we finally met." The young man smiled.

Kaisen's mind went blank for a moment, and he heard the same words twice in a very short interval.

Once from the young man's mouth, and once from the mysterious jewelry hanging on his ear.

It's the same person!The ruthless demon commanding him on the battlefield is really the same person as the gentle and friendly noble youth in front of him!

"Are you a human? Or a nobleman?" Kaisen shook his head, he couldn't believe what he saw, "It doesn't make sense...why would you do this? You have no reason!"

"It doesn't make sense? Are you referring to why I obviously enjoy the best privileges of the empire, but I choose to help you fight against the empire?"

The tone of the blond young man was still calm, "Because I have a more special identity than these."

"What identity?" Kaisen felt that he was about to be shocked even more.

The blond young man was silent for a moment, as if he was looking for the most suitable explanation for his identity in his mind.

"The messenger of the gods." Finally, he remembered the absurd religious drama he watched tonight, and said such a word.

"The messenger of the gods? Are you joking with me?" Kaisen couldn't calm down, "Everyone in this world is actually very clear that it is a deceptive imagination, and gods do not exist."

"God won't be happy when you say that. He exists to save you and the world."

"This is ridiculous. If there were such a thing as gods, the world wouldn't be as bad as it is now."

Kaisen couldn't help but clenched his hands, "Anyone who has witnessed an innocent death will not believe in something like illusory existence."

"It is precisely because the current world is too bad, there are too many people suffering and suffering injustice, so the gods will appear."

The blond youth said, "As the saying goes, only an absolutely beautiful world does not need God's guidance."

Kaisen sat down again, "Only fools, weaklings and lunatics would believe that there is a God in this world."

"Then how would you explain the battle of the gray wall in the past two days? If God hadn't guided me and I hadn't guided you, what would have happened to you and your companions."

Kaysen choked for a moment.

"It's okay, I can understand your confusion. After all, as a messenger, you first have the ability to make the world believe in the existence of gods."

The young man stood up, "There is no rush to preach, it is already late today, you can have a good sleep on the soft bed bestowed by the gods first."

"Good night, I wish you a sweet dream." The door of the room was closed.

"It's crazy." Kaisen looked at the bed placed in the room and muttered to himself.

感谢在2021-01-28?12:20:42-2021-01-29?00:03:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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