Little Priest's Cat Diary

The north has cooled down, but the royal city by the southern sea is still very warm.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and the bright sunlight shrouded the land and sea.

In the depths of the palace, in the exquisite and luxurious room made of white jade, the soft and light golden velvet blanket was spread on the floor, and the bead curtain made of pearls was shaking slightly.

When the wind blows from the outside, the translucent tulle with gold silk embroidery unfolds gracefully.

A tulle half-hidden the beautiful figure inside the curtain.

Fragments of sunlight fell on the long hair like golden yarn, and the white jade-like skin glowed with a soft gleam.

That is the beauty that all the artists in the world can't carve out in their lifetime. It seems that it shouldn't exist in the world.

The breath-takingly beautiful woman sat there quietly, her eyes were like smooth and seamless porcelain, always cold without any warmth.

It feels like there is just a beautiful statue sitting there.

The white-haired old attendant stood outside the thin gauze curtain. When the wind lifted the gauze curtain, the face of the princess sitting inside was exposed.

The old attendant looked at Princess Opelilla with a complicated expression.

This woman is still the same as when I first met, nothing has changed.

Time has never left the slightest trace on her face, let alone the slightest warmth in her eyes.

She has been sitting there quietly, isolated from everything in the world.

Five years have passed, and everyone is moving forward in time, only she seems to be imprisoned in an eternal time.

"My lord princess."

The old servant lowered his head, his voice was getting older and hoarse.

"Please go and persuade Your Majesty."

Princess Opelilla looked at him, her emerald green eyes reflected the shadow of the old attendant, her eyes were calm and calm.

"The only one who can persuade His Majesty now is you."

The old servant bowed his head deeply.

The old man's back, which had been straight all the time, bent back at some point, and there was a hint of prayer in his voice.

"His Majesty can no longer listen to anyone, and he refuses to talk to anyone."

"he……"

"My lord, please go and persuade Your Majesty, the only one who can make him listen now is you."

Princess Opelilla looked down at the haggard old attendant below, and the old man's prayer did not change her indifferent expression in the slightest.

"I can't persuade him."

She said calmly, and looked up at the maid standing beside her.

The maid understood and stepped forward immediately.

"Please leave, the princess is going to rest."

She raised her hand to signal the old attendant to leave.

The old attendant still wanted to say something, but seeing Princess Opelilla's indifferent profile turned slightly, his eyes dimmed.

With a long sigh, he turned and left.

He walked very slowly, step by step, with heavy steps.

The somewhat desolate back makes people feel unbearable to look at.

The gate of the princess palace closed slowly behind him, as if to isolate Princess Opelilla from the outside world again.

The room returned to its usual silence.

The princess doesn't like to be noisy, so the palace is very quiet at any time.There was hardly any sound here except breathing and light footsteps.

Just like its owner, this palace has no temperature.

Princess Opelilla lowered her eyes, and her eyes were covered by thin eyelashes.

She couldn't persuade him.

She can't influence him, nor should she influence him.

King David should have died on that battlefield, just as she should have died that night.

Since a long time ago, she has been calmly waiting for the day when she will die.

From the day she conceived, she knew that the child in her womb would take her life with her own hands in the future.

however……

Looking up, looking at the endless sky outside the window, Princess Opelila's eyes, which had never been able to make any waves, showed a trace of bewilderment.

Hope is gone.

And fate keeps moving forward, where will it go?

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The strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

The man with the shaggy beard was lying on the recliner, holding a wine jug in his hand, and just poured it into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

Under the lounge chair, several empty wine jugs lay quietly on the ground.

The man lay there, his eyes dim with drunkenness, and the gray hair mixed with it was scattered messily on his face.

The wrinkles on his forehead were sunken deeply.

The once sharp and scorching eyes were eroded by alcohol into a cloudy tone.

His pupils seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist, gloomy and blurred.

However, in just over a month, King David's whole body was aging rapidly, as if ten years had passed by him.

The man who was lying there drunk at this moment could no longer see the appearance of the majestic and frightening king in the past.

At this moment, he is a very old man.

The battle in Schulte City completely took away his arrogance.

The shot across his neck completely shattered his pride.

Everyone thought that it was because of the sudden earthquake that he hurried back to Wangcheng, in order to stabilize people's hearts.

Only he knew very well in his heart that it was just an excuse he made for himself.

He hurried back to King City from Shult City because he was afraid of fighting against Sardis again.

He doesn't want to admit his failure.

He was afraid that he would be defeated by Sardis again.

So he escaped.

He fled back to Wangcheng from Schulte City in a panic.

Fear... Desolation... Embarrassment... Shame...

All these emotions gathered together, constantly tearing at his chest, like countless poisonous ants gnawing at his heart bit by bit, making him sleepless all night and in excruciating pain.

He began to anesthetize himself with alcohol.

When you get drunk, you forget everything.

When you are drunk, you don't have to face the unbearable reality.

So be it.

The children are all grown up.

He's old, he can't manage it, and he doesn't want to.

Many loyal subordinates tried to persuade him, but he didn't want to hear anything.

He chose to leave all the government affairs to the crown prince, hid himself in the palace, stayed behind closed doors, and got drunk all night.

Because the only time he is at his most relaxed is when the alcohol has eroded all his consciousness.

So, just keep getting drunk.

"King Davies!"

Someone was yelling his name.

He opened his eyes in a trance, and in his blurred vision, a familiar figure was swaying in front of his eyes.

He shook his head vigorously, squinted his eyes and looked hard, and finally managed to see clearly the rebellious person who dared to grab his collar.

He opened his mouth, and a strong smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.

"...Itit..."

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If it wasn't for what he said with his own eyes, Yitit would not have believed that the drunken alcoholic in front of him would be King David.

The room is filled with a strong alcohol smell, and large and small wine jars can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The once majestic appearance had long since disappeared from the man in front of him. What he saw now was an old man on the verge of death, a coward who had numb himself in alcohol.

Yitit even found sadly that the hand of King David's wine jug was trembling slightly.

The hand that was still able to hold the sharp gun firmly after fighting on the battlefield for a day and a night was now eroded by alcohol and trembling uncontrollably.

"King Davies."

Itit reached out and grabbed King David's collar.

"How long do you want to be drunk?"

He grabbed the other party by the collar and yanked the other party off the couch.

King David was dragged off the ground by him, and he took a staggered step forward, but because he was so drunk, he accidentally tripped over the wine jug on the ground, and was tripped and fell to the ground. .

The flagon jug that had been kicked away gurgled and rolled aside, hitting the stone pillar.

King Davie didn't realize it, and he didn't bother to get up after falling to the ground. He just sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head, and continued to pour the wine from the jug in his hand into his mouth.

The liquor flowed down his chin, wet his skirt, and the clothes soaked in liquor were sticking to his chest wetly.

The black hair was mixed with gray hair, messily sticking to King David's wrinkled face that had already crept up unknowingly.

"...Are you going to continue like this? Do you think the soldiers of Portoyas will be willing to serve a drunk who can't even stand?"

Yitit's chest was tightly blocked.

He has been with King Davies since he was a boy.

He watched with his own eyes that the young prince broke through many obstacles, returned to his kingdom with a strong posture, and ascended the throne.

He watched with his own eyes the young king who had just ascended the throne to turn the tide and prop up the fragmented kingdom.

All the way he watched the name of King David go from being unknown to resounding throughout the continent.

He watched the brave and fearless king gallop on the battlefield, fighting bloody battles, like a majestic lion, guarding his territory and firmly guarding his people.

King David at that time...

He is a hero.

He is king.

He is the patron saint of Portoyas.

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But now who is this old man who fell drunk and fell to the ground, with cloudy eyes and haggard face?

Time is too cruel.

The king of heroes grows old unconsciously.

It is not the body that is old, but the heart.

His heart is old now.

He finally chose to anesthetize himself with alcohol and escape from reality.

Yitit looked at King David, who was sitting on the ground and was still drinking his wine, his eyes were full of disappointment.

When he heard that the crown prince was going to cut off the food and supplies sent to Schulte, he came to King Davie.

When he knew that the crown prince had restored General Shalam to his original post and let him lead the Knights northward and stationed in Puerto, he came to King David again.

It's just that every time I come here, I only see the drunken appearance of this king who has completely indulged himself.

Now, he thought, he didn't need to have any hope for King Davies anymore.

Yitit breathed out lightly, and turned to leave, but at this moment, King David, who was drinking heavily, looked up at him, as if he had finally discovered his existence, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Yi... Itit... Hiccup..."

He said while belching his wine.

"Let me secretly tell you something... You... Hiccup, that child... When I came back... I met that child... He..."

Halfway through the speech, the drunkenness suddenly came to his head, and he fell to the side, and just fell to the ground and died of drunkenness.

that kid?

Itit stared blankly.

In the blink of an eye, an incredible idea flashed through his mind.

"That child?... Mia?"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to wake up the drunk King David on the ground.

"You mean—"

At this time, someone stopped in front of King David.

"Your Excellency Yitit, Your Majesty is going to rest, please leave first."

Yitit shot sharply at the old attendant who helped King David up from the ground.

"Kaya, you should have heard, what does His Majesty mean?"

There seemed to be waves surging in the depths of his eyes.

"What did he mean by 'that kid'?"

The old attendant was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Before I came back to Wangcheng, His Majesty gave me an order not to tell the matter. Therefore, I will not say anything until His Majesty wakes up and gives the order again."

"Whether it's you or someone else."

He replied like this, and then repeated the sentence just now again.

"Now, please leave here, His Majesty is going to rest."

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When the sun was setting, Yitit returned to the Sea God Temple with a heavy heart.

He sat in the room for a long time, until the sun set on the horizon, and the sky was completely dark. He who had been sitting quietly all this time suddenly got up and left his room.

The residence of the young priest and the residence of the high priest are very close.

Not long after, he came to the Shaoji place.

The trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and the bright moonlight falls on the green branches and leaves.

The night was very quiet, and only the short chirping of insects and the gurgling sound of running water could be heard in the empty courtyard.

Along the gravel path that has been walked countless times, Yitit walked to the bedroom, pushed the door and entered.

The spacious bedroom was empty, no matter how tidy it was, it still couldn't feel a trace of freshness.

The temperature at night is not low, but standing in this room, I can always feel a lingering coldness inexplicably.

It was as if the warmth in this room had also left with the disappearance of that young man.

Itit looked around the room, and finally, his eyes fell on the wall on the left.

He looked at the white wooden bow hanging on the bow stand in the middle, and his eyes were lost for a moment.

After a while, he walked over, reached out and gently stroked the smooth bow.

The moonlight fell on the bright bowstring, refracting a thin and bright light in his azure blue eyes.

Touching the white bow, Yitit whispered to himself: "Miya, what are you..."

Snapped.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Yitit's hand stopped, and he turned his head, staring fixedly at the door.

The night was silent and silent, and the moonlight that fell on the ground was so white that it was a bit penetrating for some reason.

popping.

Two more beeps.

This sound, in the dark night, in the empty courtyard, gave people an indescribably strange feeling.

Crack, clap.

The sound continued.

No one spoke outside the door, but the door was constantly knocked.

Itit stared straight at the door that was constantly being slammed, and there seemed to be endless waves surging in the depths of her eyes.

He withdrew his hand from the bow, turned and walked towards the door.

Standing in front of the door, he heard a soft tapping sound again.

A little fear suddenly appeared in the bottom of his heart.

A bit of tension and fear bred due to the period.

He took a deep breath, and then opened the door——

The door opened, and the moonlight poured down from the sky and shone into the room.

A fiery red giant deer stands in the moonlight like a hazy silver gauze, its clear black eyes look down on Yitit, and the huge horns bathed in the moonlight have a beautiful luster like white jade.