Little Priest's Cat Diary

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

In the royal city, the city residents still talk about what they experienced that day.

In those days, the news of the miracles in the royal city was quickly spread, and almost everyone in the empire knew that on the day when their emperor and the high priest held their wedding, the gods blessed them with miracles.

The gods gave sweet dreams to all the people who participated in the wedding in the city, and performed miracles during their sleep, turning the obelisk into a crystal clear and beautiful crystal pyramid.

Even the ground surrounding the crystal pyramid is embedded with smooth jade belts, as if it is an ornament dotted on the ground.

During that time, the royal city was more lively day by day, because countless people came here because they wanted to witness the miraculous buildings with their own eyes.

And the miracle seems to continue.

After that day, hundreds of flowers bloomed in the royal city and the surrounding land.

The flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter actually bloom on the same day against the flowering period, which surprised everyone.

In those days, the entire royal city was colorful and full of flowers.

Looking around, the whole city is like a sea of ​​flowers, so beautiful.

The fragrance is tangy, lingering over the city.

The people who came here admiringly couldn't help praising the miracle again and again.

——Only a few people know that the so-called blooming of a hundred flowers is not a miracle at all, but the result of the leakage of a few wisps of the god of the earth's divine power during that dangerous battle.

The sun was still shining that day.

The sky is clear and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.

The canal surrounding the royal city is flowing quietly as it has been for thousands of years, embracing the entire city.

On the wide river, countless boats are constantly flowing.

The street was full of people.

Noisy, lively, crowded, prosperous.

Everything seems to have never happened.

Everything is the same as before, nothing has changed.

Time flows silently, the day passes quickly, and the night falls on the earth again.

The wind, which was scalding hot under the sun, finally cooled down a bit at night. It flitted across the river and the gradually quiet streets, and blew towards the center of the royal city.

After circling in the sky above the gorgeous and magnificent Sea God Temple, it blew into the boundless distance again.

The cool night wind blows over the cheeks, mixed with the water vapor from the fountain on one side, alleviating the hot summer night.

On the side of the stone corridor full of lush vines, the young man raised his hand and stroked the hair that was blown to his eyes by the wind just now, revealing those blue eyes that were still as bright and clear as a pool of sea water in the dark night.

The night was silent.

Faer was still dressed in black, standing quietly in the night, as if blending into the night.

Mia sighed.

"I didn't find him..."

he murmured.

"Yes."

Farel replied in a low voice.

A few days ago, after he returned to Mia, Mia asked him to rush to the city buried by the volcano immediately to find that person.

That person... Shidir who was almost killed by him a few days ago.

At the beginning, because he was too paranoid, he got into the horns and wanted his master to return to the kingdom of God, so he obeyed the order of the moon god to kill the red-haired thief—in order to prevent the red-haired thief from sending the arrow of the sea left in the ruins temple to Mi Asian hands.

And he really only came close to killing the thief.

It's just that at the last moment, by a strange coincidence, the sword he was supposed to stab at the opponent's heart was instead stabbed at his own arm.

After struggling hard, he finally chose to follow his heart and sent the arrow of the sea to Wangcheng instead of the injured Xidir.

However, although he didn't really kill Shidir, he also stabbed Shidir before that.

Even if it is not fatal, the injury is not light.

Knowing this, Mia was worried about Shidir's situation, so she asked Faer to rush back to find someone.

It's just that after Faer went back, he searched there for a long time but failed to find the other party's trace.

Mia lowered her eyes and pondered.

Fael looked down at his Master's brooding profile, and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, master, it's all because of my stupidity..."

"It's not me you're sorry for."

Mia looked up and looked at Faer standing beside him.

He said, "The person you hurt is Shidir, so the person you have to apologize to is him."

"Yes."

Without any excuse, Fael replied with a serious face.

"When I find him, I will ask him to stab me with a sword as an apology."

Mia: "..."

That kind of apology is really simple and rude.

If the Hidir people were there, they would definitely look disgusted at Faer.

"It's good news that no trace can be found."

Mia thought for a while and said,

"Only if he's okay, people can't find a trace."

After all, that man is the Thief with Thousand Faces. If he doesn't want to show up, he won't find anyone even if he turns the whole city upside down.

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However, even though Mia said that, she couldn't help showing a worried look in her eyes.

After all, he had seen its memory from Sea Arrow, and also saw the scene where Hidir was stabbed and fell to the ground.

The blood-covered appearance of the red-haired phantom thief is really shocking.

Where is Sidir now?

Is his injury really all right?

Seeing Mia's expression, Faer just wanted to open his mouth to say that he would go out of the city to look for someone again, but before he could make a sound, he keenly felt something suddenly coming from behind him.

His eyes froze, and the corners of his eyes instantly raised a sharp arc like a blade.

"Who--!!"

The clang was accompanied by a deep shout, and Fael had drawn his sword out of its sheath.

He turned around, and a lightning-like sword split a sharp sword wind in the air.

With a swish, the thing attacking him was split open in the air.

The rose petals that were brutally torn apart by the fierce sword flew away in the night sky, and the bright red was reflected in the eyes of the black-haired attendant who was stunned for a second.

The night wind rolled up the broken and fragile bright red petals, and they slid past Faer's cheeks who were still in a daze.

A strong aroma came out.

Not just one.

Dozens of fiery red roses fell from the night sky.

The delicate petals scattered from the night, and the night made them more delicate and bright red.

And among the group of scattered fiery red roses, a blue rose was extremely conspicuous.

It floated down from the night sky lightly and landed in Mia's hands impartially.

Mia stared blankly at the rose in her hand.

In the dark night, the rose with a faint blue luster is reflected in the young man's eyes like blue and clear gems.

Suddenly there was a thud, and Mia subconsciously turned her head to look.

I saw that Faer, who was still holding a sword and posing in a fighting posture just now, had fallen to the ground, looking as if he had lost consciousness.

A strong aroma filled the surroundings.

But when that strong fragrance came to Mia, it was neutralized by another fragrance from the blue rose in Mia's hand, and it became much weaker.

Suddenly there was loud shouting from the patrolling temple guards outside.

On the high wall and roof, a slender figure flashed past in the dark night.

Afterwards, it disappeared far into the night with the loud shouts and the sound of weapons.

Watching the figure being chased by the temple guards completely disappear in the dark night, Mia stayed for a while holding the blue rose in her hand, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hidir's visit should be to tell him that he is fine and let him not worry.

It's still the same, I like to use that way of looking handsome.

But after all, it was the heavily guarded Poseidon Temple, which was different from the houses of the nobles and rich merchants before, and that guy's actions were so high-profile, how could he not be discovered?

Then, did it overturn?

No, you were chased, right?

After laughing, Mia squatted down.

Looking at Faer who fell on the ground, he tilted his head and felt a little headache.

Presumably, when Faer wakes up, he will regard this matter as a lifelong shame.

Hmm... That's a stab at Fael in another sense.

It doesn't hurt the body, but the kind that hurts the heart and self-esteem.

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Let the rich aroma in the garden dissipate.

Calm down the guards of the temple who shouted that there are intruders, and let the temple of the Sea God return to the tranquility of the night.

And asked the temple guards to send the sleeping Faer back to the room to rest.

It was already midnight when Mia took care of all the above things, took a shower and changed clothes and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw a familiar figure on the big bed in his room.

The young emperor who did not know when sneaked into his bedroom was sleeping soundly on his bed, his long golden hair was scattered on the snow-white mattress, and the ends of his hair hung down from the edge of the bed.

Mia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Although the big event that happened more than ten days ago did not lead to a big disaster in the end, there were many subsequent situations.

Especially because of the rise of sea water, the coastline has advanced a lot towards the direction of Wangcheng, which caused various changes and troubles.

So in those days, everyone was very busy. As the emperor, Sardis naturally couldn't escape. Even Mia herself was captured by Antiste and forged another identity to change her face and go out to help.

Therefore, in those few days, it was difficult for him and Sardis to meet face to face.

With that in mind, Mia approached the bed.

Under the soft light, the long hair hanging from the snow-white mattress was like flowing gold liquid, reflecting the luster of pure gold.

Sardis was lying on the bed with one hand resting on the edge of the bed.

The light from the side wall made his high nose bridge cast a deep shadow on one side of his cheek.

Gold-like forehead hair scattered around his eyes.

The thin, light-colored eyelashes cast a faint rose color on the sockets of his eyes.

Not wanting to disturb Sardis, Mia climbed onto the bed lightly.

He was lying on the bed, resting his chin on one hand, looking at Sardis.

Probably because those days were really busy, Sardis slept very deeply.

The thin lips were slightly parted, breathing evenly, looking defenseless.

Mia looked at Sardis' face.

Even with the growth of age, he has a tough outline that belongs to a man, but Sardis's face is still exquisite.

When he was young, he was extremely beautiful, and when he grew up, he was extremely handsome.

The smooth lines outline the deep outlines, creating a fascinating work of art.

But that kind of beauty is not the kind of fragile beauty, but extremely sharp, and even more dangerous beauty with a great sense of oppression.

Even when she was sleeping peacefully, there was some sharpness in the slightly raised corners of her eyes.

Sharp-edged and imposing.

Mia's gaze fell on Sardis's.

Sardis' eyelashes were the same light golden color as his hair, thick and long.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the bedroom leading to the backyard were slightly open. When the wind blew in through the gap and swept across the room, it moved the slender eyelashes slightly.

Mia felt a little itchy in her heart when she saw it, and raised her right hand, which was originally supporting her chin, and gently poked Sardis's eyelashes with her fingertips.

He poked it, and the eyelashes moved.

After poking it twice, the thin lips that were slightly parted tightened.

Sardis, who was still asleep, pursed his lips and let out a low hum.

With that sound, Mia subconsciously set her eyes on his lips.

Sardis's lips are very thin, and the lip color is also very light.

It is a light color that looks cold.

But Mia has seen that cold color being dyed into a bright color countless times.

It's just that the price to be paid for dyeing those thin lips is not light... It's all the price he paid.

The memory of when the lips were entangled with him suddenly appeared in his mind, and for a while, even the lips seemed to have an invisible familiar touch.

Mia only felt her cheeks burn.

The blushing boy wanted to look away, but for some reason, his eyes didn't obey his command at all.

He looked at the lips that became thinner and paler due to sipping, but what appeared in his mind was the lips that had been dyed brightly when he was kissed so badly that he had difficulty breathing and his vision blurred. .

The words that Sardis whispered in his ear that night suddenly sounded in his somewhat empty mind.

At the time, Sardis said, he liked it when he offered to kiss him.

I like it very much.

Breathing paused, Mia pursed her lower lip.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes, leaned over gently, and kissed Sardis's lips.

That kiss was very shallow, like a dragonfly touching water, and it was gone at the touch of a touch.

It's just that Mia, who subconsciously closed her eyes when she kissed her, didn't notice that when his lips left, Sardis's lips moved faintly, but soon seemed to be restrained. There was movement.

After a kiss, Mia opened her eyes again and blinked.

The touch on the lips was familiar, but perhaps because of his initiative that time, it was slightly different from the previous kisses.

Every time I kissed before, because Sardis' aggressiveness was too strong, it was like a raging storm surge, which made him dizzy and difficult to breathe in an instant, and it was extremely difficult to even keep up with the other party's rhythm. Reluctantly, I can only passively drift with the tide, and finally fall apart and fail completely.

And that time, his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear during the kiss for the first time, and since then his sense of touch has also been extremely clear.

He could clearly feel the cool temperature and soft touch on Sardis' lips.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but it was just a light touch, and the cold color on Sardis' lips seemed to warm up a bit.

It seemed that just such a light touch had dyed a little of the color on his lips.

Inexplicably, there was an urge to dye the light-colored thin lips deeper, Mia bent down again, and kissed Sardis.

He closed his eyes as he leaned down for the kiss, so he didn't see the other's eyes that opened when he closed them.

He lowered his head, and couldn't even see that the other party's hand that was hanging on the edge of the bed suddenly lifted at that moment.

However, even if he closed his eyes and couldn't see it, when his lips fell on Sardis's lips again, the sudden rapid breathing made him instantly aware that something was wrong.

Mia subconsciously wanted to look up.

But before he had time to raise his head and barely opened his eyes, a pair of big hands cupped his cheeks.

The lips that had been separated for a second were tightly entangled again.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Sardis who also opened his eyes.

That pair of strange-colored pupils drooped slightly, and his face was reflected in his eyes, revealing a soft smile.

Sardis took it in his hand.

Mia, who propped up her upper body with her arms, naturally couldn't resist Sardis' strength, and his body that was originally propped above Sardis fell on Sardis.

In such a large bedroom, only a lamp on one side of the wall exudes soft light, and that little light seems powerless in a spacious room.

On the dimly lit bed, the relatively slender boy was almost lying on top of the tall and slender man.

The room was so quiet that the kisses that should have been inaudible could be heard clearly.

The sound of kissing like falling into a quagmire, not to mention other people, even the person concerned himself could hear the blushing sound, and the tips of his ears felt hot.

The waist was tightly clasped by the opponent's hand, unable to break free, Mia could only lie on Sardis' chest.

Their chests were pressed together.

The guy who was partial to Sardis always liked to wear loose clothes that exposed his chest, so that there was only a layer of clothes that Mia was wearing between them.

And he himself was wearing pajamas, and the material of that layer of clothing was so thin that it couldn't separate the temperature from each other's skin at all.

Especially with the passionate kiss, Sardis' breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest heaved more violently.

Sardis's skin color was originally the same white as his, but it was darker than his due to exposure to the sun all year round, and now it has become a honey color like honey.

The lines outlined by the thin muscles on the exposed chest made the body with broad shoulders and narrow waist look extremely fit and extremely sexy.

Mia put her hand on Sardis' chest.

The feeling of the beating heart under the chest came through and was transmitted to his palm.

It felt like he was holding the man's beating heart in his palm.

The scorching heat passed over, as if the man's heart had melted into his palm.

All of a sudden, the world is spinning.

Sardis turned over, causing the two to change positions suddenly.

Mia was lying on the bed, looking at Sardis who was bending over him with her eyes open.

The light shone from behind Sardis, making the golden hair reflect a bright luster.

Long golden hair hung down from Sardis' shoulders and fell on Mia's cheeks.

At that moment, Sardis's eyes were like strange-colored gemstones that became clearer and brighter in the fire.

Those eyes stared at him scorchingly, amazingly bright.

The man's eyes were on him, extremely serious, even pious.

His shadow was reflected in those pupils of different colors, as if he could see nothing else, nothing else.

The light on the wall swayed for a while, and the shadows of the forehead hair scattered in front of Sardis also swayed for a while.

But those eyes of different colors are still bright.

That light is not the light reflected by the lamp, but the brilliance that blooms from the depths of the man's eyes and even the depths of his soul.

The bright light surrounded the figure of the young man imprinted in the bottom of his eyes, and wrapped it firmly in it.

Sardis looked at Mia with eager eyes and extremely focused.

His eyes seemed to reflect the most beautiful things in the world.

The lamps on the wall were burning, burning the stone wall hot.

The flame in the lampshade swayed slightly, like a fiery red flower in full bloom.

It is a gorgeous but very predatory flower.

Extremely dangerous, it will devour everything.

Stared at by Sardis's burning eyes like flames, Mia felt that not only her cheeks, but even her neck felt faintly hot.

Mingming was already mentally prepared, and he even took the initiative not long ago—but now, he still feels flustered.

Heartbeat like a drum.

The beating heart seemed to burst out of his chest.

At a loss, Mia instinctively raised her hand, pressed it against the chest of Sardis, who was pressing on him, and stared at Sardis.

"Didn't you... er... not?"

Those were the words that Mia said in a panic, purely to relieve tension, or purely to suppress the danger of Sardis with black history.

But coupled with his low, weak voice, not only did it lack the slightest momentum, but because it also had a slight nasal tone, it sounded like a baby at first glance, tickling people's hearts.

In addition, those eyes were covered with a layer of mist, like sapphires soaked in water, reflecting the shadow of Sardis wetly.

Not only did he not suppress someone, but it made someone stare at him more dangerously.

"Mia."

There is a hint of hoarseness in the low voice, which carries an inexplicable allure.

Listening to it makes the ears feel hot and the heartbeat is disordered.

"Would you like to try those ... things on canvas that we have seen before? We will try whichever one you like."

Sardis asked softly,

"Which one do you like?"

The boy's cheeks turned red all of a sudden.

"Well, it's been so long—"

For a while, he stuttered when he spoke.

"I, how, how could I still remember?!"

——What's more, he didn't look carefully at the beginning.

"I remember."

"........."

The man's seductive voice is as gentle as a kidnapper who coaxes a child with candy.

"Then... let's try one by one, shall we?"

"..."

The boy whose ears were completely red didn't make a sound.

He lowered his eyes, and he didn't look at Sardis when he looked away in a panic.

The drooping slender eyelashes half covered the moist blue eyes covered with mist.

His left hand was still pressing on Sardis' chest, but the strength of resistance was insignificant.

After a while, Mia nodded her chin lightly.

With a slight invisible arc.

His fingertips lightly scratched Sardis's chest.

with a snap.

That was the sound when the lights on the wall suddenly exploded into sparks.

The moment the lights exploded, the lights in the room flickered on.

The black shadow above suddenly fell, engulfing the young man and engulfing it.

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Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the backyard of the bedroom, the wind blew violently.

The sky was cloudy at some point.

A night of rain is coming.

The wind whistled and circled in the night, rustling the trees in the backyard.

The night wind blew in through the open gap of the French windows, lifting the translucent white gauze in front of the French windows high.

The flying white gauze danced gracefully under the dim light, and its shadow on the ground also danced softly.

Because of the angle of the light, most of the big bed in the bedroom was shrouded in shadow, and only one corner was illuminated by the light.

A fair arm protruded from the shadows, revealing the lower part of the forearm in the light.

Her snow-white complexion was stained with pink.

The slender fingers clenched the quilt tightly, as if it was about to break, and the round nails on the trembling fingertips turned a cardamom-like pink.

The honey-colored arms, which were a little stronger in comparison, stretched out from the shadows, covering the slender arms entirely.

The fingers with well-articulated joints peeled off the white fingers clutching the quilt bit by bit with seemingly gentle but inescapable strength, and the fingertips gently and tenderly stroked the pure gold ring worn on the white fingers.

The sapphire on the ring, which is as clear as sea water, shines brightly under the light.

Then, the honey-colored big hand penetrated into the opponent's fingers, and clasped the white hand firmly.

The ten fingers are interlocked, tightly fitting, intimate and seamless.

Clenched tightly together.

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The night wind stopped at some point, and thick black clouds hovered in the sky, blocking the night.

The backyard, which was already a bit stuffy in the first half of the night, became even more stuffy now.

Because there is no wind, there are no more ripples in the pool, the branches and leaves of the trees no longer shake, and the slight rustling sound also disappears.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, and everything seemed to have settled down.

In the pool, the snow-white lotus protruding from the round green leaves moved slightly in the silence of the night.

It is still half-opened.

The slightly swollen petals on the outermost side are crystal clear like white jade.

A drop of dew is dotted on the edge of the snow-white petals, and it will not fall.

The figure protruding from the green leaves in the water is indescribably beautiful, and people can't take their eyes off it.

pat.

Suddenly, a drop of water broke the dull silence and fell on the snow-white lotus.

The petals that were hit by the water droplets trembled.

The water marks slowly meander down the petals, which are so white that they almost glow in the dark, and seep into the gaps of the petals little by little.

The petals are slightly opened.

pat.

Another drop.

Then the third drop, the fourth drop.

The sky, which had been stuffy for the whole first half of the night, finally rained.

The patter of rain completely broke the silence in the courtyard.

The motionless branches and leaves shook again, making the sound of rain.

Circles of water patterns rippled in the pool water.

The fine rainwater poured on the snow-white lotus one after another. I don't know whether it can't bear the weight of the rain, or it has experienced the nourishment of the rain-or both.

The half-bloomed lotus slowly bloomed in the dark rainy night.

As the originally closed white jade petals opened little by little, unfolded layer by layer, pink stamens protruding from the petals.

Little drops of water flow down the unfolded petals, draw an arc along the petals, flow to the stamens, and gather into a shallow pool of water, gently wrapping the slender pink stamens in it.

The snow-white lotus blooming under the nourishment of a little drizzle blooms a thrilling beauty in the night.

At first, it was slanting wind and light rain, and as time passed, the rain gradually became heavier.

The raindrops falling on the lotus from the night sky are getting bigger and heavier.

The blooming lotus is still very fragile, unable to withstand more and more falling raindrops.

Every drop of heavy rain hit it, and the delicate petals trembled slightly.

The wind that had stopped at some point picked up again at some point, and the rain was blowing against the force of the wind, and the bean-sized raindrops poured down the sky and covered the sky, almost cruelly falling on the lotus flower, destroying the overwhelmed lotus flower until it trembled.

It was at the mercy of the violent wind, unable to struggle at all, and it had no way to escape in the torrential rain, so it could only fall down powerlessly in the end.

A roar suddenly sounded in the extremely sultry sky.

The rain is falling more urgently, crackling, pouring down from the sky, and it has become one piece.

From the beginning, the drizzle turned into an overwhelming torrential rain, like a monster pounced on the ground ferociously.

The snow-white lotus, which had long been unbearable from the rain, lay softly in the pool, and the petals that had just bloomed were already so soft that half of them were melted in the water.

But the torrential rain obviously didn't have the compassion to let it go, and still poured heavily on it without mercy.

Bean-sized raindrops slammed fiercely on the petals on the water surface, and the water splashed everywhere. Most of the softened lotus petals in the water trembled, and the splashed ripples shook violently.

The circles of scattered water patterns in the swaying pool water seem to be the silent wailing and sobbing sounds of the lotus lying in the water.

But everything finally disappeared in the rippling pool water, and was swallowed up by the sound of rain.

It's raining.

Sometimes it eases a little, with slanting wind and drizzle.

Sometimes overwhelming, stormy.

It keeps going down.

For a long time, for a long time, for a long time.