Before he was crowned king II

In the middle of the night, when the fog obscured the moonlight, Alex moved his lips to light up the three lamps in the basement of the Mudsen Church.

The flickering candlelight shone on his handsome side face, and also made the figure on the ground thin and long.

He stood alone, facing the three cold sarcophagi in front of him, and stroked the name engraved on them with his palm.

"Father...brother...mother..." Erics closed his eyes, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.There are too many intense emotions hidden in his heart, and there is nowhere to vent them.

"Master..." Someone came up behind him silently, "It's too cold here, are you okay?"

Eric's throat was rolling, as if swallowing something.

"I'm very good……"

Butler Thomas' eyes were full of worry. When he lowered his head and saw the iron mask in Erics' hands, a trace of shock crossed his face.

Because of Master Sean's order before he left, he destroyed all items that could prove his past memories.

And this mask made of fine iron could not be burned. He remembered that he was afraid that Master Erics would see his grief, so he put it away in an inconspicuous storage room very early.

"Does this mask need to be kept for you?"

"Grandpa Toms, I want to keep my brother's belongings by myself." Erics covered his face with the shadow of the iron mask, "I found that it seems to help me make better decisions when I encounter situations that cannot be handled. Good judgment."

"Master, you handled the banquet very well today." Butler Thomas comforted.

"If it was him, what would he do... I have been trying to find the answer in such a clumsy imitation."

Erics said in a low voice, "I think it's like wearing a mask, suppressing emotions and impulses before looking at the problem, don't let go of any details, and try to keep your mind clear."

"Master, everyone will be pleased with your strength and growth." Thomas held the lamp, opened the door and said softly, "It's already very late, you still have a heavy study tomorrow."

Erics glanced at the deeply tilted "Sean Cabed" on the sarcophagus, turned around and left the church basement behind Butler Thomas.

"Grandpa Toms." Alex's voice suddenly sounded in the dark and damp tunnel.

"What order, young master?"

"Is my brother Sean Cabed really an adopted child?"

"Yes, master. The explanation to the outside world is rather vague, and the outside world mostly speculates that he is...the illegitimate son of Viscount Norman.

But in fact, it was because you disappeared for five years and someone needed to inherit the title, so Madam found Viscount Sean from the village. "

"Is this true? There is no blood relationship, but the hair is as rare as mine."

"It's absolutely true. I think this is probably the reason why Viscount Sean was chosen by the lady."

"Really...Although we haven't been together for long and don't know each other well enough, I feel like real brothers."

"Indeed, Viscount Sean is a very good brother, in my opinion, too." Toms sighed silently, and walked into the upper corridor with his hands up.

"Grandpa Thomas, there should be something related to my past in this manor."

Thomas was taken aback, and stopped pushing the door: "What are you referring to?"

"For example, the toys, clothes, and portraits I used when I was a child." Alex's voice echoed in the corridor, "I suddenly miss the old days."

"Master, I'm sorry, because I haven't paid attention to it for too many years, so I may not be able to find these things you need in the manor immediately."

"It doesn't matter, I was also on a whim."

Thomas leaned over slightly, and closed the bedroom door respectfully, "Please rest early, I will wake you up on time tomorrow."

"This should be the place where I grew up, but there is no trace of my life..."

Erics stared at the mask in his hand, his blue eyes hid the confusion that could not be dispelled like a person lost at night, "Did I think too much?"

Imperial Academy of Magic, Rose Pavilion dormitory.

"It was an exciting and emotional night. It seems that you are going to have a headache and insomnia."

The black cat wagged its tail comfortably, lying on the soft quilt, "What did I say before, you really have the potential to become a member of the royal family."

"Why did you become a cat again?"

"Oh, do you want me to become His Royal Highness and lie on your bed?"

Sean didn't have the heart to pay attention to Herrell's banter, but the other party said a word correctly, and it was indeed difficult for him to fall asleep tonight.

Just an hour ago, he was invited by His Royal Highness to the bank of the Grande River. He originally thought that he would get more information about the internal movements of the royal family, but who would have thought that he would be rewarded with a particularly heavy gift.

"That's not an ordinary ring, but a ring with the silver-haired boy's name and surname engraved on it."

The black cat lazily added, "You should understand the meaning of it. To put it bluntly, he is inviting you to be his lover."

Sean is not an emotional idiot, on the contrary, he is very good at guessing other people's psychology.Even under the thick fog of the night, he could easily feel the emotions contained in Mars' eyes.

It wasn't a joke, and it wasn't a temptation.The other party is seriously waiting for his reply.

Although he felt the different emotions between the two of them very early on, everything happened faster than he expected. His Royal Highness, who should be proud and confident, was ready to face his own desires frankly.

"What are you going to do? Agree, or not?" The black cat's rosy eyes narrowed slightly.

"Regardless of upbringing, people of noble birth will inevitably be more arrogant than ordinary people."

Sean put down the quill, crossed his fingers, and stared at the flames on the table with a calm expression, "If I choose to refuse, a shortcut to success may disappear in front of me. Although Mars may be willing to use me as always, But it is also very possible to have a grudge and give up on me.

If it is only for my personal considerations, I will choose to accept and maintain this relationship to avoid the worst risks. "

"What do you mean by being obedient, you still need to ask for other people's opinions?" The wagging tail stopped.

"First of all, I can't control the decision of this game. Secondly, I don't hold all the bargaining chips in the transaction."

Sean turned his head to look at his bed, "After all, this body belongs to you in the end?"

"You want to pass the question on to me?" The black cat no longer nestled lazily on the bed, it sat and stood like a human being, its short and fluffy limbs continued to elongate before Sean's eyes, and its fuzzy facial contours became refined.

Except for those cold and proud rose eyes, everything else is changing until they become the same species as Sean.

"No, as you said just now, I'm asking for your opinion." Sean looked directly at the man sitting across from him.

"Then I choose to refuse." Herrera raised his chin slightly, "Your decision—"

"Okay. I will return the ring to His Highness." Sean nodded and turned his head back to the desk.

"Since when are you willing to be manipulated?" Herrell frowned.

"If you have to make a trade-off, the fate of offending the devil will be even more tragic." Sean said lightly, "What's more, our relationship is also an alternative employment. To be clear, I am doing things for you."

"Alternative employment? Do you mean the kind that threatens the employer with a knife against his neck?" Herrell sneered.

"There is no way, workers should work hard to protect their own rights."

"what are you writing?"

"A letter of apology. I hope His Majesty Mars can forgive me for my offending behavior." Sean turned away the ink cartridge, ready to continue holding the quill, but was stopped by someone.

"Wait, were you writing this just now... You decided that I would definitely stop you?" Herrell gripped his wrist tightly.

Sean's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't speak, as if tacitly acquiescing.

"You're really—" Herrell's eyes darkened, "You're so smart and conceited that it's hard not to be disgusted."

"You think too much, it's just a response plan prepared in advance."

"What do you think? I mean put aside all the answers." Herrell stared at the young man's face, not letting go of any strangeness.

"All premise aside, the result of that rollout is that I've been burned to the ground for a year."

Sean didn't have any mood swings, "The dead have no right to answer."

"Humans——" Helaier was inexplicably angry. He gritted his teeth, wanting to immediately tear off the unwavering mask on the young man's face.

"Okay, then promise, I want you to realize the contract in the fastest way."

"Have you changed your mind?"

Satisfied, Herrell finally found traces of looseness on the young man's face, and said viciously: "Yes, it's not hard to understand. It's just a body that barely makes do. Compared with my thousands of years of waiting A little effort is not worth mentioning.”

"Hiss—" Sean frowned, and the pain made him gasp.

"But you'd better remember who you're loyal to. Don't let me find out what cleverness you're playing."

Herrell let go of Sean's arm, walked sullenly into the wall of the dormitory, and disappeared like a ghost.

"Do you really think of yourself as a cat?" Sean glanced at the half-circle bite mark on his index finger, and blood oozed from the skin.

Let the opponent change his attitude to agree with his own point of view. This is the perfect solution when differences arise.

From Sean's point of view, it is very cost-effective to only pay the price of being bitten and breaking the skin.

Sean lit the half-written letter of apology on the table, then cleared away the remaining ashes.

It is 03:30 in the morning, and he can take a nap for half an hour after cleaning up the table.

He sorted out the birthday presents he received today and put them together in the large drawer at the bottom of the table.

"A letter..." Thinking that he might meet Parker in the alchemy room later, Sean hesitated and opened the letter.

In addition to a piece of letter paper, there is also an ornament made of peridot inside.

"This is..." After quickly reading the envelope, Sean gave up on taking a 10-minute break.

He took out some of the only experimental equipment in the dormitory, and simply disassembled the earring.

A genius does not limit his thoughts and approaches.

They can even easily find creative inspiration outside of their world.

Sean thought for a long time in silence, and he realized that he might have underestimated Parker's talent.