Little Priest's Cat Diary

It was already sunset, half of the sun was below the horizon, and Sardis sat quietly in the room.

His tall body was completely sunk in the armchair, his eyes were lowered, and his eye sockets were covered by the shadow of fine golden forehead hair.

With elbows resting on the armrest, hands clasped in front of him.

Long blond locks fell over his left shoulder and fell across his wheat-colored chest.

The room was very quiet, as if time had stood still at this moment.

He lowered his head, his thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing a trace of sharpness like a knife's edge.

No one knew what Sardis was thinking at the moment.

There was no expression on that handsome face, as if all human emotions had disappeared from him, and nothing was left.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the suffocatingly quiet room, and a guard walked into the room quickly, bent over and knelt in front of Sardis.

He is the subordinate who Sardis arranged to be near the Sea God Temple to pay attention to the situation of the young priest.

This guard is one of the few direct line guards that Sardis brought back from the Northern Xinjiang army.

Five years ago, the reason why Sardis proposed to go to the northern border for training was because he knew very well that the power of the crown prince in the royal city was already solid, and if he stayed in the royal city, he would be enemies on all sides.

So he simply chose to jump out of the royal city and go to the northern region where the crown prince's power is weakest - apart from training himself, another purpose is to establish his own power in the northern region.

Four years have passed, and now, the Northern Territory can be said to belong to his power.

But even so, in the royal city, his foundation is still very weak.

It can even be said that now that Nadia has left, the only people he can trust in the royal city are the less than a hundred guards he brought from the northern border.

He originally thought that, after all, he had the status of a prince, and under the eyes of King David, no one would dare to take action against him easily.

Furthermore, even if someone wants to attack him, he is not afraid, because he has great confidence in his own strength.

……

But after all, he still managed to grow up.

In the past two years, he has been invincible on the battlefield, and the endless cheers for him made him unknowingly become arrogant, arrogant and self-righteous.

Reality gave him a painful blow, and he finally realized this.

It's just that the price was too heavy, too heavy for him to bear.

After quietly listening to the guard's report, Sardis raised his eyes and looked out the window.

The light of the setting sun came in from the window and reflected on him, and the gentle breeze blowing into the room caused his forehead hair to shake slightly, and also made the shadows scattered in the depths of his pupils shake.

That kind of shadow seemed to be surging in the bottomless undercurrent of the seabed.

The afterglow of the setting sun is fiery red, like the color of blood dyed on the sky.

.........

………………

Three days later.

In the afternoon, the summer sun was extremely bright, and the white stone ground was reflected in the sun, and the whole land was scalding hot.

In the government affairs room of the crown prince's palace, Pastor sat on a stone seat.

The table case carved from snow-white Baiyue stone is placed in front of the stone seat, and a stack of parchment paper is stacked high on one side of the table case.

This government office is not big, and it is a place where Pastor summons and inquires about his subordinates individually.

At this moment, Pastor was lowering his head, writing his review comments on a piece of parchment in front of him.

Since he reached his full age, King Davies allowed Pastor to accompany him in handling government affairs, consciously training his ability to handle government affairs.

A few years later, up to now, some of the less important documents have been directly handed over to Pastor for approval and processing.

Ice cubes were placed in the four corners of the room, and the young and strong male servant kept waving a huge fan as tall as a person, sending the cold air from the ice cubes evenly into the room.

The beautiful maids add drinks, fresh fruits and desserts to the side of the table from time to time.

A young knight stood on the lower side, ready to answer Pastor's inquiries.

The room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of writing and occasional talking.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded outside, as if someone was making noise outside.

Pastor raised his head unhappily, and was about to speak, but before he could speak, a familiar figure broke through the blocking of the guards outside the government affairs room, and went straight into the room.

The quill in Pastor's hand paused invisibly.

After a pause, he continued to write the remaining few words, then put down the pen, and looked at the passer-by with a calm expression.

Sardis raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

The golden forehead hair is scattered on one side of his black mask, perhaps because he has been wearing that metal mask all the time, so his jet-black eyes from under the mask seem to be assimilated into a cold metal tone by the mask.

After Pastor and him looked at each other, he raised his hand and signaled the guards to leave.

"Sardis, I know the purpose of your coming here, but I can't promise you."

Pastor said calmly,

"Assaulting the Dauphin is a capital offense, it is the law."

Three days ago, an attendant of the Young Sacrificial Office broke into the general's mansion when Prince Pastor was visiting the old general's mansion.

The unknown black-haired attendant actually killed the crown prince in front of the heavy siege, and the old general and other generals present worked together to subdue the attendant.

The squire was then imprisoned, only to be executed a few days later.

Sardis looked at him and said, "That's my subordinate. I can bear the responsibility for his crimes, so give him to me."

The gazes of Pastor and Sardis are still colliding in the air.

Pastor shook his head.

"Sardis, that man is an attendant of the young priest, not your subordinate, and you cannot bear his guilt."

Sardis laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"No, brother Wang, more than ten days ago, he was taken into the army by General Nadia and became a member of the Northern Army, belonging to me."

He said, "So, he is my subordinate, and I can take responsibility for his guilt."

Pastor's eyes flickered slightly.

"Then how do you bear the crime he committed?"

His tone cooled down.

"Assaulting and killing the crown prince is an unforgivable felony. Even if I am willing to pardon him, the ministers will not allow it."

Sardis didn't answer right away, he just glanced at Pastor, then raised his hand.

There was a clang, and with the sound of the blade being unsheathed, the snow-white blade shone brightly in the sunlight.

The young knight who was always watching Sardis's every move was taken aback, and pulled out the long sword at his waist with a bang.

He quickly took a step forward, standing in front of the crown prince, staring at Sardis vigilantly.

"Your Highness Sardis, what do you want to do?"

He shouted, "Please stop, it is extremely unwise for you to threaten His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like this!"

Sardis smiled.

After that smile, his hand holding the dagger dropped heavily.

The dagger stabbed down, blood spattered everywhere.

There were terrified screams from the maids in the room.

Amidst the screams of the maids, Pastor, who had been sitting steadily behind the table, stood up abruptly, unable to maintain his calm appearance just now.

And the young knight who stopped in front of Sardis also opened his mouth in astonishment, and all the words he wanted to warn the other party were stuck in his throat, choked for a long time and couldn't recover.

That sword of Sardis pierced his own stomach.

He pulled out the dagger without changing his face.

Blood spurted from the wound, quickly soaking the clothes and belt beneath his stomach.

His hand holding the hilt of his sword was also stained with blood, and beads of blood fell from his fingers and dripped onto the bluestone floor.

He smiled at Pastor who stood up suddenly and stared at him: "Brother Wang, if you think my apology is not enough, I can continue until you think it is enough."

As soon as he moved the hand holding the dagger, he was about to stab again——

"stop!"

Pastor reached out to stop it, but it was too late.

At the critical moment, a big rough-skinned hand suddenly stretched out from the slope, grabbing Sardis' wrist forcefully.

Even so, the momentum of the dagger's stabbing was still not stopped in time, and the tip of the dagger still pierced a small section of Sardis's chest shallowly.

The gray-haired old general held Sardis's hand tightly, with a dignified expression.

He who personally grabbed the opponent's wrist could naturally feel the strength of the opponent's thrust.

It's not a gesture, if he didn't catch it in time just now, I'm afraid there will be another hole in Sardis' body.

"You don't have to go this far."

He held Sardis' wrist tightly, stared at Sardis' eyes, and said every word.

His gaze fell solemnly on the wound on Sardis' abdomen.

From the last time the prince killed the old priest with a sword in front of everyone in the ceremony, he could see that this prince was completely different from Pastor, and he was a decisive and vicious person.

However, he only knew that the prince was ruthless to others, but he did not expect to be so ruthless to himself.

Without hesitation, he stabbed the dagger into his body... This behavior really made him startled.

Letting the wound on his abdomen bleed profusely, Sardis seemed to feel no pain at all.

"It seems that Brother Wang should be very satisfied with my apology."

He said, an understatement.

"Then, please hand over my subordinates to me."

The gully between the old general's brows deepened, he knew very well that this so-called apology was nothing but a threat.

If the crown prince doesn't let go today, then Sardis will continue to 'make amends' without hesitation.

Once this news got out, the crown prince would become a cruel person who 'almost killed his brother for a mere servant', and most of the reputation of kindness and kindness that had been built up over the past ten years would immediately collapse.

"I see."

Pastor came out from behind the desk and said in a deep voice, "Let the doctor treat your injury, and then I will have someone lead you to the dungeon, and you can take him away."

If Pastor had said such words before that, the old general would definitely object.

He firmly believed that the servant must be executed with the most severe punishment, as an example to others.

But at this moment, the old man silently let go of his hand, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Sardis withdrew his hand and sat down beside him with an indifferent expression.

The blood flowing from his abdomen dripped to the ground along the tassel of his belt, but he didn't seem to notice it, just lowered his head and carefully wiped off the blood stains on the dagger.

The old general glanced anxiously outside the house, and walked out quickly, intending to go there himself and bring the doctor over as soon as possible.

The frightened maids had already retreated, and the young knight stood guard outside the door, leaving only the two brothers in the room.

Pastor looked at Sardis with a complicated expression, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "You don't have to do this, even if you don't come, I will find a reason to pardon his capital crime, at most he will be exiled To a foreign country. After all..."

He didn't say the last sentence.

But Sardis knew what Pastor wanted to say.

'After all, that man was Mia's attendant. '

He looked up at Pastor and said, "I know."

Of course he guessed that with his brother's disposition, after Mia's death, he would definitely not execute Mia's most valued attendant.

Pastor frowned.

"Then why did you..."

The eyes of different colors fixedly stared at Pastor, and there was a faint color of madness in the depths of his eyes.

"I won't let Mia take your love."

Sardis said, every word and every word clearly.

"He can only accept my love."

He will never allow anyone to get close to his Mia, even if Mia is no longer in this world, he will not allow it.

Pastor took a breath.

madman.

He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth thinking.

What a lunatic.

Everyone said that the attendant who dared to attack him was a lunatic, but Pastor felt that his nominal prince was more like a lunatic at this moment!

Just for a name, even a name that no one will know, this guy can stab the dagger into his body without hesitation.

…………

The dungeon is located deep underground and extremely dark.

The faint firelight swayed on the stone wall, reflecting overlapping shadows, shaking endlessly on the wall like ghosts.

The pitch-black boots stepped on the uneven stone ground, making dull footsteps.

The sound echoed in the narrow corridor of the dungeon, passed to the end, passed back again, overlapped and became louder.

Thick iron rods firmly shut people inside.

With a bang, the heavy chain was untied.

The cell door opened slowly, and Sardis walked in.

This dungeon is in the deepest and darkest place. There is no light in the prison. Only when the prison door is opened can there be a little light of fire coming in from the distance of the corridor.

On the uneven gray-black stone wall covered with moss and dust, a young man with black hair leaned there.

He sat cross-legged with his head down, his messy black hair falling down and covering his face.

The clothes were ragged and messy, and the body exposed from the cut was covered with scars and bruises, making it look bruised all over.

Two heavy chains extended from the stone wall, locking him tightly to the ground.

Faer sat there with a blank expression.

He was obviously still breathing, but his whole body seemed to be dead, and there was no trace of life in his body.

Even if someone came in, he would remain motionless, like a lifeless stone statue.

Sardis stood in front of Fael, looking down at him, condescending.

A thick bandage had been wrapped around his abdomen, and some blood had already leaked from the snow-white bandage.

"If Mia knew that it took her five years to train her, she turned out to be such an idiot... huh."

A very soft mocking laugh made the black-haired servant who looked like a stone sculpture suddenly raised his head.

A face was covered with bloodstains, and there was still a dry dark red blood stain on his forehead.

The dark pupils are like this dungeon, without the slightest light, like cold glass beads of inorganic substance trapped in the darkness.

"Although he dared to kill the crown prince in front of him, he can barely be said to be a bit courageous... But he is still an idiot."

Sardis looked down at Faer expressionlessly with sarcasm in his eyes.

"Even if you succeed, what if you kill him?"

He leaned over and grabbed Faer's bloody chin with his hand.

Long golden hair fell down his shoulders.

"Killing a man doesn't make him feel pain."

"Just like if I kill you now, it will only free you from the pain."

"And, do you think that the only one guilty is the crown prince?"

pampering...

Standing on the sidelines...

And what caused it all...

Those many, many people...

Sardis stared directly at Faer.

In the depths of the different-colored pupils, under the seemingly calm eyes, there is a terrible storm brewing, hiding the most terrifying underwater undercurrent vortex that people can't detect.

"Only by being alive can we feel pain little by little and for a long time."

He said, saying the cruelest things in the calmest voice.

"Take everything they care about from them."

"Let them watch helplessly, the things they care about the most and want to grab the most, leave them."

"Destroy everything they own in front of their eyes."

That handsome face was mostly hidden in the darkness.

With the faintly visible firelight in the distance, only half of the thin lips can be barely seen, raising a shocking arc.

"...that's the fun way, isn't it?"