Little Priest's Cat Diary

The final winner of the competition can challenge anyone present on the spot.

This is a privilege given to past winners.

In fact, it is not so much a challenge as a reward for young people, giving them a chance to be personally instructed by a general they admire.

Anyone can be challenged - after all, but the kingship must not be offended.

If there really was a stupefied young man who dared to challenge King David, all the generals present would definitely be furious, and they would directly shoot this idiot who dared to offend the king to death on the spot.

The previous winners are all the best among teenagers, so naturally no one is so stupid as that.

The crown prince agrees.

But the situation in Sardis was different.

He himself is a prince, and the crown prince is a brother.In this way, the brothers challenge each other to learn from each other...it seems...it's not a big treason?

Generals, look at me and I look at you. In the end, everyone's eyes turned to the front, the direction where Prince Pastor was.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone was waiting with bated breath for the crown prince's answer.

The white-haired old general stared angrily at the brat who dared to offend the crown prince, clenched his fists on his knees.

If the opponent is not a prince, I am afraid that this violent old general has already punched him.

Prince Pastor, who was pointed at by the gun, seemed a little at a loss. He first looked at the old general, who looked cold and silent, and then looked at King David.

"See what I'm good for."

The black-haired king glanced at Pastor, and turned his gaze forward again.

"Go up."

There is only one answer, and it can only be one, and Pastor has no choice.

All the generals are watching here. If the crown prince refuses to accept Sardis' challenge, the generals will be disappointed.

Pastor stood up, took the spear handed by the servant, and walked to the arena.

The flaxen-haired general stared at the crown prince's back, with a glint in his eyes.

From the perspective of others, Sardis' behavior seemed to be just reckless behavior.But as a young man with no power behind him, he knew how to use the situation to push the crown prince to this point.

This 14-year-old prince...

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The setting sun slanted over, drawing people's shadows long on the ground.

In the empty arena, the blond-haired youth stood opposite to the black-haired youth.

Although these two brothers have half the same blood but grew up in completely different environments, the age gap is also huge, a full nine years difference.

The white-haired general looked at the two men who were slightly different in size, and looked a little calm.

In his view, although Sardis is talented, he is still young after all, and his time of practicing martial arts is too short, so at most he can only gain an advantage among his peers.

And Pastor has been practicing martial arts under his strict teaching since he was a child. He has practiced diligently for more than ten years, and his spear skills are definitely not weak. It is impossible for him to lose to a child.

Sardis' eyes were sharp, like a beast, ferocious and cold.

Pastor looked at the young man who was a little shorter than himself. Although he was already holding a spear and posing for a battle, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

The other party...is his own brother after all, if he accidentally hurts...

A small half of the sun had already set on the horizon, and the vast glow was like fire, shrouding the earth.

The hot wind swept across the ground, and the tall olive tree branches and leaves around shook slightly, making a rustling sound.

Sardis clenched the spear in his hand.

As long as he holds the gun barrel tightly, he has the illusion that it is an extension of his arm, as if it is also a part of his body, moving with his heart.

He didn't know why he felt this way.

The brown-haired knight commander once said with curled lips, this is the so-called talent.

Among the countless gazes staring at him, Sardis suddenly remembered the past.

More than a year ago, as long as he appeared on the occasion, he was also the focus of everyone's attention.

But at that time, the eyes that looked at him were always contemptuous, and some showed a bit of pity.

No one can see him as a waste, even those who approach him with the purpose of seeking benefits.

Apart from his status as the son of a general, he has nothing and is useless.

Only one person, the boy who pulled him out of the dark sea, said 'I believe him' to Nadia without hesitation.

Sardis took a deep breath and clenched the barrel of the gun tightly.

He can do without anything.

But only Mia—only Mia—he would never give it up to anyone!

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'talent? '

It was a long time ago, a conversation between a boy who had just learned how to use a spear and a knight commander with a great sword.

'Yes, it hurts to think about such a long time wasted by you, who is a great talent. '

'Is talent that important? '

'Heh, of course people who have this thing don't think so. '

'don't know. '

The brown-haired knight commander pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to describe it.

'Let's put it this way. '

He raised his hand and gestured.

'Your talent, as long as you practice hard for a year, it is enough to compare with others who have practiced for more than ten years. '

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Sardis stood on the ground with a spear in his hand, his wet forehead hair fell on his cheeks, and the fine golden hair scattered around his eyes.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The strong wind swept across the ground, shook the treetops, and whizzed past the opposing two.

At this very moment, a fierce light suddenly burst out from the boy's pupils of different colors.

The sharp gun stabs out blatantly, as fast as lightning, with the force of wind and clouds, whizzing away with a gust of wind——

today!Exactly one year!

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There was a crackling sound.

The tip of the gun landed heavily on the gun shaft, causing the entire gun shaft to break into two halves.

The black-haired young man with the broken spear in his hand staggered a step backwards, while the sharp tip of the spear that broke the barrel of the gun continued to move forward ferociously, approaching Paster's throat.

The white-haired old general in the stands stood up abruptly.

Seeing that the gleaming spear tip was about to pierce the opponent's throat, the boy holding the gun suddenly shook his hand.

The tip of the gun narrowly brushed past the side of Pastor's neck, and a black hair fell from the air.

At the moment when the outcome was decided, there was silence in the arena.

Antiste could see clearly.

In all fairness, Sardis's spear skills are actually not as good as Pastor's, and his body size is also slightly inferior. In addition, he has been fighting all day and has little physical strength left.

Logically speaking, it is difficult for him to beat Pastor.

But he just won.

Just because Sardis completely suppressed Pastor in terms of momentum.

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it has its own arrogance.

The most important thing about using a spear is the fearless aura that one man can take on thousands of troops with a single gun, and the indomitable courage to move forward - just like Sardis.

On the contrary, indecisiveness is the most taboo thing about gun skills, and this is the case with Bisheng Pastor in the battle.

Such a trade-off, even though Pastor clearly had the upper hand, he was still defeated by Sardis.

Sardis was panting violently, his face turned slightly pale.

In this battle, he fought with the aura of swearing to win to the death, exerted all his strength, and fought to the point where he almost collapsed.

He stood there, drenched in sweat, as if he had been scooped out of the water.

I won.

The boy gasped for breath. He withdrew his gun and wanted to turn around, but his body swayed violently because he lost his strength and almost fell down.

Just as he staggered backward, a pair of hands reached out from behind and supported him.

Sardis tensed reflexively, but after only a second, he recognized the familiar feeling of the people beside him, and his body immediately relaxed.

He whispered 'Mia'.

At this moment, the fierce aura from his body dissipated, and the young man who was as ferocious as a beast just a second ago put away his sharp teeth and claws, like a docile cat leaning on Mia, letting Mia support him. With himself out of the arena.

This special competition came to an end, and all the light belonged to one person.

King David got up and left first. He didn't say anything, and his expression was very calm. It was impossible to see what he was thinking.

After Gongsong Wang left, other audience members got up and left the venue one after another, full of thoughts in their hearts.

The white-haired old man's face was livid, and he looked at Pastor with indisputable eyes. He obviously held back his silence for the sake of the crown prince's face under the eyes of everyone, but he would definitely reprimand Pastor in private.

When leaving, the old general happened to bump into the brown-haired knight commander who had fallen asleep beautifully, and he snorted at Nadia angrily.

"Good job you did!"

The person who helped Sardis jump the queue to sign up for the competition, he knew who it was after a little thought.

Nadia has no spirit of respecting the elderly. She picked out her ear hole with her little finger and said, "I am a person with countless advantages. The only shortcoming is protecting my shortcomings. I really can't change it, and I am also very troubled."

Damn, bullying Lao Tzu's disciples, treat Lao Tzu as dead.

The old general turned dark and walked away.

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After an absence of more than ten days, Sardis once again came to the Sea God Temple in the long future.

aboveboard, unscrupulous.

He happily took a hot bath, washed off the sweat and dust on his body, changed into loose clothes, and looked refreshed.

Immediately afterwards, he and Mia happily had dinner together.

The night was already deep, and the two teenagers who had already been lying on the bed were still talking quietly.

They haven't seen each other for more than ten days. At this moment, they are head to head, and they are intimately together, talking happily.

Mia asked curiously: "Speaking of which, what exactly are you planning to ask?"

"secret."

"..."

"You'll soon find out anyway."

Mia looked at Sardis' face with an obviously tired expression, and thought that he had really worked hard today, so she reached out and patted his cheek lightly.

"If you don't talk, don't talk, go to sleep."

After speaking, Mia closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, someone poked his head.

"You don't feel tired yet?"

"Did you forget something?"

"what?"

The eyes of different colors stared at Miya, and Sardis pointed his forehead with his fingers.

He said, "You forgot."

Mia: "..."

Resignedly, he raised his upper body, leaned over, and kissed Sardis lightly on the forehead.

Goodnight kiss.

After the kiss, Mia who lay down again thought about it a little unconvinced, and couldn't help but said: "Why is it always me who kisses good night, can't you take the initiative once?"

He really didn't mean anything else when he said this, he just felt that it was unfair for him to take the initiative every time.

Sardis snorted and glanced at him.

"I take the initiative? Don't even think about what a big dream you are doing. You promised to come, so you have to come."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and turned his back on Mia, as if he was angry.

Mia: "..."

I thought that a year had passed, and the original tsundere Persian cat had evolved into a ferocious little lion.

Now it seems that it is still the bad-tempered and arrogant Persian cat, which has not changed at all.

He closed his eyes helplessly and fell asleep.

Mia, who had fallen asleep, naturally didn't know how the blond boy with his back turned flushed in the dark.

I, I, I, I didn't think about kissing Mia!

Absolutely not!

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A good night's sleep.

Sardis felt that this was the most comfortable night he had slept in for a long time, and he had not slept so peacefully for a long time.

He opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a familiar childish face.

Her pale golden hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow. Mia's eyelashes were very long, her complexion was fair, and there was still a little baby fat on her cheeks. She looked like a child when she was asleep.

At this moment, the boy's face was flushed from sleep, like a peach, and he looked even cuter.

Sardis stared at Mia's face for a long time, seeing that Mia was in a deep sleep and couldn't wake up for a while, he hesitated for a while, then raised his head, and approached Mia cautiously.

His breathing was very light, as if he was afraid that if he breathed harder, he would wake him up.

He moved closer to Mia little by little, and his lips slowly approached the sleeping boy's forehead.

Sardis stiffened with tension.

He told himself that it was because Mia said she wanted a good morning kiss last night, so he reluctantly did it now.

That's right, he was just fulfilling Mia's request.

Holding his breath, Sardis slowly lowered his head.

Puff, puff.

He could almost hear the beating of his own heart.

His lips dropped little by little.

Getting closer.

He felt that his lips had touched Mia's hair, and in the next second, it would land on Mia's forehead——

The sleeping teenager's eyelashes moved slightly.

The next second, Mia opened her eyes.

He sat up, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and turned his head to look, and found that Sardis was still in the posture with his back facing him when he fell asleep last night.

It looked like he was still in a deep sleep.

That's right, Sardis was very tired yesterday, let him sleep more.

Thinking of this, Mia got off the bed softly, yawned, and walked out quickly.

The room was quiet.

The blond boy was lying on the bed with his back to the door, clenching his teeth and clenching his fists with an expression of resignation.

Just a little short of—

Damn it! ! !