[Angie] Double Wings

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Clavis stood in front of the window, staring at the carriageway outside the mansion, wondering when the patron saint of light, known as the flower of the day, would give up and leave his quiet world by that road ?

Difficult, isn't it?Iron-like will is not enough to describe that guy's persistence. He claims to have a will that cannot be melted by the fire of purgatory and forged from pure gold. He will not give up...

Jules will persist until he bows his head and compromises, right?

He and Jules hadn't had a good conversation for many years, no more than ten sentences, Jules could not help but start to reprimand or blame him, and he could not help but sarcasm and satirize Jules.

It wasn't like this before.

Twenty years ago, Klevis, who was only six years old, was forcibly taken away from his mother and came to the Holy Land to take over as the Patron Saint of Darkness. Although he had an unpleasant fight with Jules when they met for the first time, he did trust and depend on him. Looking after this child who is only his age, and Jules also takes care of and protects him, just like a little adult, although he is very strict, but he is always by his side...

The patron saints of light and darkness... dispositions, principles, values, perspectives of thinking and strategies for dealing with problems... and the Zakria they mastered are all completely different, but they did have an intimate childhood, and that period Although they quarreled frequently, their feelings were still as deep as their teenage years.

Perhaps, what Jules said is right, it has been like this for the past 20 years, and they have all gotten along like this?

Clavis sighed in frustration.No way... Whenever he sees Jules in the future, he will inevitably think of his soft and seductive lips, his moist and hot mysterious breath, and his mysterious and incredible touch, and miss him since he was sixteen. , the kiss of Jules that he has longed for since he was seven years old, because he has already tasted this forbidden temptation, and passed through the sweet and fiery lingering in the dark stairwell...

There is no turning back.

Can't turn back, what else can I do?The memory of the dream just now awakened the trust he had given to Jules since he was a child.The two of them have always been at odds, and they have always depended on each other.Clavis would ridicule Jules' dogma, but never denied his ability; Jules would despise and even reprimand him for his passivity, but never deliberately hurt him.

Yes, Jules never failed his trust.No matter how absurd and crazy that kiss was, it was definitely not Jules' original intention.Maybe it was just the impact of the rushing horn technique, Clewis thought coldly, it was just Jules losing control of his emotions for a while... If he could still control it, he would never choose to spread the word, no It would force Kravis and himself to face up to each other's feelings, not confess their love to him but immediately reject him, and not make things so rigid.

If you can't go back... can you go forward?Clavis thought dazedly.

He left the window, stood silently in another corner of the room, and listened attentively.He heard no sound of running water, not even footsteps at all.

The scene of closing the door and pinching Jules' fingers just now came back to his mind.Jules's golden eyebrows were furrowed, and he couldn't help crying out in pain. He stepped back and almost fell over the railing of the corridor on the second floor...His left hand...

This idiot, wouldn't he even go into the bathroom to get some cold water for a cold compress?

Thinking of the word fool, Clavis suddenly remembered another thing.Jules dragged his extremely tired body and worked hard all day, but he obviously hadn't slept yet. This person is sharp, smart and capable, but his head is often unable to turn his head, and he often does stupid things...

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The innocent and lovely fool, leaning against his door, was fast asleep.

Clavis walked over with confidence, and squatted down in front of Jules. He knew that Jules would not pretend to be asleep... If anyone forced him to do such a thing, he would probably keep twisting while pretending to be asleep look, or simply blush.

That must be more fun...

He put aside the bizarre imagination in his head, squatted in front of Jules and carefully looked at his pinched hand.All four fingers except the thumb were pinched at the second knuckles. The middle finger and index finger were particularly swollen. The middle finger of Jules' left hand was wearing his clan ring, and the knuckles were swollen. The place where it was touched was twice as thick as the lapis lazuli ring, it was red and swollen, and the black color of bruises could already be seen.

Fortunately, he didn't hurt his phalanx... If Jules couldn't play the violin again in the future, Clavis would definitely get rid of the bad habit of slamming the door in front of others. He will never forgive that stinky door in his life... And himself.

He leaned over quietly, intending to kiss Jules on the cheek, but this man is not so dull, and Jules has always been a very light sleeper.Clavis secretly kissed Jules's blond hair very lightly, stood up with some regret, and moved his body away two feet... Then, with a deliberately rude movement, he took the A cold towel wrung out of cold water was thrown on Jules's injured hand.

"Huh?" Jules' startled expression was so funny, "K, Clavis?"

"It seems that he didn't die of sleep, and he still recognizes people." Klevis walked downstairs slowly, and took the pump coffee pot to the stove to heat up, "It's very bad behavior to sleep in the way of other people's door. "

Jules poked his head out from the railing of the corridor on the second floor, "...how did you get out?"

Clavis laughed, and ground the coffee beans, sifted the powder, flattened and compacted it, "How many doors does your bedroom have?"

"Four." Jules replied in a discouraged tone.The layout of his dormitory is similar to that of Kravis, except for the main door leading to the hallway, there are also doors leading to the dressing room, washroom and bathroom, and each door can be walked out.

"Congratulations, at least you have learned a little bit... Sleeping at the door of other people's dormitory, there is no way to block other people's access."

Jules froze for a while, then entered the bathroom with a frown.

Clevers ignored him, turned off the stove, flipped the pump coffee pot, poured the espresso into two cups, held them in his hands, and walked upstairs.When passing by the door of the bathroom, he handed one of the cups to Jules who just stepped out, "Have you applied cold compresses to your fingers?" He sneered slightly, "If you pinch the hand of the Patron Saint of Light, then When you, an adult, point at someone's face and preach, that posture won't look very good."

"Don't mock me."

Cleves entered his room as if he had never heard of it, and stood by the window, holding his coffee in a leisurely manner. Sighed.

"Come here and have a look." Clewis said in a calm, deliberately suppressed tone, pointing to the scene outside the window, "I think it spread from the Prospect Hill where Wubo lived. "

Jules took a deep breath, walked to him and looked at the strange dark red glow outside the window, "What is this?"

"Not sure, but it's not an optical phenomenon. See that, Jules? That glow is still flowing." Kravis took a sip of his coffee. "Guess what it is?"

Jules looked very serious, "Is it caused by the nine ram horns?"

"No, the purpose of the so-called 'rushing horn technique' is to create madness, and then use madness to make our nine patron saints go further towards destruction. The so-called madness includes that the affected person is affected by hallucinations, using various Killing oneself and killing each other with such weapons... There are all kinds of death methods, and the target will be destroyed in a very short period of time..."

"I'm just a little anxious."

"I'm almost the same..." Klevis nodded, "Wu Bo once said that even the youngest patron saint didn't go crazy, and said that our body has long been used as a channel for Sacria, The power of the soul is beyond his imagination."

"Then, is it the kind of power in that brick house... that will seal the door and make our bodies completely useless and weaker and weaker?"

"That kind of power is the sorcery of the 'Black Forbidden Land Barrier', which is used by possessing spirits or spell spirits with evil thoughts when they do bad things and are afraid of being discovered or stopped...Ordinary human beings step in and use it It died within a few minutes, and the living could not move in it. But that kind of power is affected by the caster. You have also seen that as soon as the bowl fell down, the barrier would dissipate quickly, no matter what into this glow."

"... Is Muba human?"

"It was supposed to be an ordinary human being, but some kind of force murdered him, and continued to use his body to misbehave after his death. Wubo once said that there is no need for 'them' to keep the creatures of 'this universe', So, it should be fine that the power controlling Wubo's body comes from another universe."

"This is it... I have carefully tasted pottery works without bowls," Jules has always liked ceramics very much and has excellent appreciation ability, "the works without bowls have a simple and natural beauty...he It is not so easy to pretend that he has really studied art. He is not the kind of ambitious person who had a special purpose, deliberately exaggerated his talent, and used it to infiltrate the Holy Land to make trouble. What's more When Marshall proposed to study art, if he chose watercolor or lute..." Jules rarely showed a childish look, "Could it be that all artists in this universe have ulterior motives?"

Clavis smiled slightly, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke his blond hair, and explained calmly, "Julies, those nine ram horns and other abnormal powers all deteriorated after entering the Holy Land, including the bowlless body. After he was invited by the holy place, some kind of power from the enemy invaded Wubo's body, asking him to enter the holy place as a tool for killing people."

Jules tried to sum up these clues, "So he was a normal living person when he stepped into the Holy Land. There is a kind of power in other universes other than our divine bird universe, which 'invaded' his body after Wu Bo was invited by the Holy Land, but He didn't make a fuss, and didn't kill him until he entered the Holy Land. Then, with his body on his back, he sneaked into the courtyard of the patron saint's mansion, which was not too well guarded, and secretly buried those processed ram horns, using the curse to kill him. Our nine patron saints..."

Klevis added for him, "After sunrise, the horn of the ram has begun to receive the power from the sun to affect us, so he set up a black barrier in that brick house, and hid in it to implement some kind of... Behavior."

"Be clear," Jules frowned, "What behavior?"

Clavis pointed to the dark red glow outside the window, "It should be doing something... I don't know what it is yet."

"...In his original plan, at that time our nine patron saints should have fallen into madness and self-destruction under the influence of the 'Burning Horn Technique'." Jules pursed his lips, "Then he continues Come down... you should..."

Cleves tilted his head to look at him, "Huh?"

Jules quickly put the cup on Kravis' coffee table, "In this way, they will never forget to deal with Her Majesty the Queen of this universe..." He turned around suddenly, turned around and walked out the door.Kravis reached out and grabbed his right wrist, staring at him with wide-eyed anxiety that he didn't understand.

"Cravis?"

"Julius," Clavis called him hoarsely, "are you leaving now?"

What expression is he showing at this moment?

"I, I... I just want to..." Jules looked very guilty, his face flushed slightly, "I want to go down first to confirm His Majesty's safety..."

"...Are you going to abandon me again?"

"You, what did you say?"

"I said, are you going to abandon me again?"

Jules' slightly flushed face became flushed within a few seconds, his expression was embarrassing and flustered.

"...Where did you come from 'again'? Don't talk nonsense." He frowned and complained seriously, his face turning even redder.

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