After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

almost in...

First Manor.

Almost as soon as He Chan and César came to the gate of the manor, there were people waiting here deliberately.

He Chan looked at the other party's low-key outfit, revealing the extraordinary clothes everywhere, and couldn't help raising his vigilance, and responded immediately - turned and left.

Along the way, César, who was gradually taking him as the mainstay, followed him decisively without asking any questions.

This made the butler Hodler, who was in charge of receiving them under the master's order, be stunned for two seconds, thinking that he had done something wrong to make the guests unhappy, so he hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Guests, please stay."

Hearing his voice, He Chan walked faster.

Intuition told him that this manor cannot be entered.

Just when he was about to let César cast a spell to take him away from this place, César suddenly stopped and looked back at the manor castle in the distance.

Suddenly there was no movement behind him, He Chan turned around suspiciously, and saw César staring blankly at the direction of the manor, motionless, as if there was something inside that attracted him.

"Ceser." He Chan was not alert, lowered his voice, and said in a deep tone: "Take me out of here."

"I'm afraid not." César shook his head, his gentle face turned cold and stern at some point, "He's already eyeing me."

He Chan: "Who?" After asking, although he felt bad, he couldn't help but said, "Since the other party is staring at you, why don't I go first?"

César: "..."

"It's decided like this. I'll go first. After you settle the matter, contact me." He Chan said, patted his buttocks and planned to slip away.

César stepped forward and picked up He Chan by the waist.

"Let go of me, I won't go, if you continue to disregard my wishes and force me to make decisions for me, I tell you, sooner or later you will lose me." He Chan said sternly.

César felt helpless when he heard the words: "He's also eyeing you, do you think we can leave now that we've entered someone else's territory?"

"Why not? Aren't you the undead monarch? Don't tell me, you are an undead monarch, and you can't even beat the opponent." He Chan refused to let go.

He just didn't want to go in, and his subconscious told him that if he went in, nothing good would happen.

"This is the human world." César was also aggrieved because he couldn't be as casual as the land of the dead.

"Then we'll go back down."

"..."

"Why don't you talk?" He Chan raised his upper body and asked.

After a while, he said in panic in vain: "You won't be unable to go back, right?"

César didn't deny it, "Someone has cast a forbidden curse here." It can be said that the other party came completely for them.

He Chan: "... After you came in, did you discover the forbidden spell?"

The strength of the old fifth, the undead monarch, seems to be a little watery.

Seeing his disgusted eyes, César knew what he was thinking.

It's just that he can't be blamed for this, who told him that he was so focused on "how can I get him to agree to bite the meaty place next time".

Completely oblivious to the surrounding environment.

"Dear guest, welcome to Pfister Manor." At this time, the butler had already led two teams of maidservants, sweating profusely, to come to them, bowing their heads to the lowest position.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, He Chan motioned for César to let him down, don't think he didn't know, as soon as the two came into contact, he took advantage of him.

César rubbed his hands regretfully, and put him down reluctantly.

The butler had already stood up and stood up straight. When he saw He Chan, he was immediately amazed by his appearance.

It's a pity that the other person is wearing a cloak, so I can't see the specific appearance, but judging from the other person's temperament, it will definitely not be bad.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the distinguished guest who invited them, the butler Hodler bent his waist and said earnestly: "Dear guests, it's getting late, please stay to show your respect, the master is waiting for you inside."

"Who is your master?" Since you can't avoid it, you should face up to the difficulty and find out before you speak.

"Our host is Earl Fester, full name Feli Fester Alberta," the butler Hodler said proudly.

He Chan listened with question marks all over his head.

"Oh? I don't know."

Hodler choked, and wanted to introduce the master's honor to him, but seeing that the other party didn't care, and thinking of the guests who had been waiting inside for a long time, he resisted the urge to talk, and said, "Please follow me in."

Following behind him, He Chan started his own tricks, but unfortunately he ended up with a bunch of useless tricks.

Of course, it was not without gains, at least He Chan knew that the people who asked the housekeeper Hodler to wait here were their master's guests.

It's just that this guest's identity is mysterious and noble, no matter how he asks, the other party refuses to reveal half of it.

"Both of you, please get into the carriage." He Chan looked at the luxurious carriage in front of him, lost in thought.

Good guy, take a carriage at the door, how big is this manor?

It is not comparable to the last shabby manor.

The carriage drove for more than ten minutes before it stopped. Immediately, the butler tidied up his clothes, led the maid, stood on both sides of the carriage of He Chan and César, and said in unison: "Welcome guests to Pfister Manor."

He Chan: ...

The whole is very good.

The corner of He Chan's mouth twitched, and he got out of the carriage, and couldn't help but be attracted by the castles in front of him.

White walls and black tiles, spires and slopes are typical western castle buildings. You don't need to go in to know how brilliant the inside is.

"Guest, please." Hodler bent slightly, and stretched out his right hand respectfully.

At this time, Hodler had a proper smile on his lips, a starched white shirt, a black suit, a tuxedo, and white gloves on his hands.Every gesture reveals rigor and rules, which is completely inconsistent with the previous flattering image outside.

It was also his changes that made He Chan feel more and more that it was a "Hongmen Banquet".

Xu Shi sensed his uneasiness, and César took the initiative to take He Chan's hand, with a calm and comforting voice: "Let's go."

Stepping up the steps, He Chan has already decided that the soldiers will come to cover the water and soil.

He Chan couldn't calm down until he saw the man sitting above him in the restaurant.

César held his hand tightly, obviously, the shock in his heart didn't need to be less.

"Please sit down!" The pope who caused this movement was calm, looked at the two with a happy smile, stretched out a hand, and pointed to the place beside the dining table.

The dining table was very long, three or four meters long, and it was filled with delicious food and fruits. Besides that, there were also several handfuls of beautiful flowers.

He Chan tightened his grip on César, he could feel that the current state of the fifth child was not right, his palms were icy cold, although it was cold before, but ever since he said it once, César would take the temperature of his body carefully , just like normal people, keep a constant temperature.

"Are you the owner of Pfister Manor?" He Chan stood in front of César, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the other party with a haughty expression and answered irrelevant questions.

Seeing this, the man sitting above with his legs crossed, his eyes sank, he changed his posture in vain, his body leaned back halfway, his chin resting on the armrest with one hand, his thin lips parted slightly, and he stared sharply at him. César, who was unstoppable by He Chan, sneered: "What? You can't speak when you see me?"

His dissatisfaction and questioning, which were obviously aimed at César, made He Chan's heart beat fast, and he always felt that there was some secret that was about to be broken by him.

Until He Chan suddenly heard the other party say to César in a commanding tone: "Why are you standing still? Why don't you come here! By the way, by the way, bring me the gift you gave me. I like it very much."

?

Why do you look at me when it comes to presents?

He Chan felt a little flustered, and subconsciously turned back to look for César.

César, who was wearing a cloak, still looked dead silent, but He Chan knew that he was looking at himself.

"sorry."

He Chan:?

Before he asked what César meant?Why did you say I'm sorry, one of his feet was suspended in the air, and he hugged him horizontally.

Seeing the man above getting closer and closer, He Chan finally came to his senses.

"and many more!"

He Chan was full of panic, only feeling that this development was a bit wrong.

However, César, who had always listened to his words, seemed to be possessed at the moment, and went straight to the blond man with blue eyes above.

Seeing this, the man's eyes shone with an inexplicable light, and when César stopped less than half a meter away from him, he almost impatiently stretched out his hands.

Hidden under the cloak, César's eyes flashed with anger, and then before sending He Chan out, he made a feint and threw him on his back.

While reciting the mantra silently, a long black sword suddenly appeared, pointing directly at the opponent.

The man was not surprised, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he even opened his hands in the mood to face César's attack in a bearing posture.

"call out--"

Jianfeng punctured the clothes, but couldn't move half a step forward.

quite a while.

César retracted his sword with one hand, and said coldly, "We shouldn't meet now."

"You think I want to meet you?" The man slumped in the chair, with a face very similar to his, with a faint smile.

"What do you want to do!" César endured the irritability in his heart, and the crutched arm tightly wrapped around He Chan's waist.

"I want him!" The Pope said with a clear goal, looking at He Chan.

"Who are you?" He Chan, who was full of question marks, couldn't bear it any longer. He climbed on César's back, poked his head out, and asked curiously.

César clenched his fingers, thought about it, put away the sword, moved He Chan from his back to his arms, and then manually hid his face.

"Me? I'm your apprentice César." The man said something that made He Chan feel explosive.

"Hill!" César stared at him warningly.

"Oh, you seem to have forgotten, who is in charge now?" Hill covered his mouth and sneered, two blushes of excitement suddenly appeared on his abnormally white face.

"Now you, obey my orders. I said, hand him over to me!" The voice fell like a holy voice, carrying a panic of heavenly power, which made people unable to resist at all.

César struggled for a moment, the hand holding He Chan tightened, loosened and tightened again, but in the end, he slowly let go.

Seeing that he was about to change to a 'big brother', He Chan couldn't calm down anymore, and said, "Wait a minute, aren't you going to ask my client's opinion?"

César was taken aback for a moment. Although he didn't know why he asked for an opinion on "food", he really didn't want to give this delicious snack to Hill. Maybe he had to ask, maybe there was another choice.

If He Chan knew that he just regarded himself as a "snack", I'm afraid he would crawl directly from his arms into Hill's arms.

"Pfft..." Hill suddenly laughed out loud, then looked at He Chan, coughed violently a few times, and said amusedly, "Who do you think you are? Ask your opinion? Do you deserve it?"

He Chan:? ? ?

César's face suddenly changed, trying to stop it.

"It's a waste snack, but it's long and delicious. After you taste it enough, it's waste. What? He spoiled you for a few days, and you really regard yourself as a person?"

He Chan:? ?