Law of the Dragon

Larry nimbly passed through the gap between the leaves, jumped down from the tree lightly, and landed on a piece of grass. At this moment, he found a boy sitting under the tree where he was originally resting.

This is a remote corner of the palace, basically no one comes here, even the gardeners who mow the lawn have forgotten it, and let the warblers fly and the grass grow here, and the flowers bloom and die.Larry liked it quite a bit, because there had never been any visits from the palace, and it seemed quiet and private.

But obviously, this place is no longer his alone.The young man sitting there was several years older than him, probably about the same age as His Majesty the King, with short, soft chestnut hair that seemed to be cut very casually, probably neglected, with a few strands falling on his shoulders.He was wearing a large and solemn priestly robe, the pure white color was like a sacred field on the grass, and no creature was allowed to approach.

Larry knew this man, he had chatted with His Majesty the King for a while, but Larry had never seen His Majesty talk to anyone well—this man was one of those rare ones.

After this period of study and previous experience, Larry can probably see his status in the church from his identity - he is not a formal priest enough, he should be an intern.Thinking that His Majesty the King is holding a financial meeting, the cardinal of the church has also been invited, but these interns are not eligible to enter, probably wandering around like him.

Is he a friend of His Majesty the King?However, the closest person to His Majesty the King seems to be the Duke of Thaklow. Although he always quarrels because of disagreements, it can be seen that the relationship is really good.As for this man...

Larry thought for a while, no matter from appearance or demeanor, this person should come from a wealthy family and was pampered since he was a child, just like the son of the lord he once served.It is completely different from the self who lived the life of a refugee.But it's strange, since he came to His Majesty's side, His Majesty's words and deeds made him feel... Nobility, it seems that there is nothing special.

When Norman opened his eyes, he saw a child not far away staring at him in the shadow of a big tree. The feeling of sizing up reminded him of the way others felt when he first came to the church from the slums. Eyes, of course, this child's eyes are much friendlier.

He tilted his head, thought for a while, and then remembered that this child was the entourage who followed Eros, so he waved to him.He still feels that his attitude towards Eros is very strange. He has always disliked dealing with nobles, especially those who are arrogant and inherit the title of nobles.

Eros is the kind of arrogant, arrogant noble heir, but he just can't hate it.Maybe it's because he just seems to have arrogance, or maybe it's the naiveté that comes across at times.Norman can't tell what it is, but if he makes a comparison, he is still willing to be with Eros compared to those people from the Illuminati Church, probably because, no matter what he does, Eros will not feel wrong, Or surprise.

In addition, Norman also has a good impression of the entourage brought by Eros.

The child was only seven or eight years old, and his stature was small. His life as a refugee had left an indelible mark on him.That period of time will always remain in his memory, no matter how much he will achieve in the future, that period of black history will remain on him, forming a scar that cannot fade away—just like himself.

The other party's attitude towards him was a bit restrained, and he seemed to want to turn around and leave, but finally came to him in a dawdling manner.

"My lord." The other party bowed cautiously, his black hair fluttered slightly with his movements, but his emerald green eyes were very clear, reminiscent of the lush green grass by the river valley.

"Where's Eros?" Norman asked with a smile.

No one called His Majesty the King like that. Although Larry knew the name of His Majesty the King, that was all he knew. Even Duke Thakro only called him "Your Majesty". its name.

"He..." Larry hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer, should he tell this person that it is impolite to address His Majesty the King like that?

Norman suddenly thought that Eros is a self-talking type, and it's normal to not bring an entourage, so he waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm just asking casually."

Larry breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Why are you here?"

Norman pointed to a small road: "I came from there... I didn't see any soldiers, so I thought this place shouldn't be an important place, so I rested here."

Larry nodded, and asked tentatively, "Well, my lord, what is your relationship with my... master?"

Norman was asked this kind of question for the first time. He hesitated for a while before saying, "I think it should be... friends?" Eros used to say things like friends.His definition of friends is not so accurate, maybe many people will think that the church is a holy place, where everything is modeled on the behavior of the God of Light, magnanimous, brave, pious and kind.But what Norman learned there was far more than that. He had no friends, and he heard his adoptive father, the Pope, say that there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

"Write down this sentence, it will be your code of conduct, and it will guide you what to do at critical times." The Pope said to him softly at that time, while the choir in the distance was praising the magnanimity of the God of Light and brave.

If one day, will he sacrifice Eros for profit?This thought made him a little nervous, so he turned the topic in another direction: "Eros said you were a refugee?"

Larry froze for a moment, then nodded stiffly. Whenever he talked about his experience as a refugee, he would feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"I used to be a refugee too." The corners of Norman's mouth curled up slightly.

Larry opened his eyes wide and looked at Norman in disbelief: "How is it possible...you are so..." He thought for a long time before he found a slightly more appropriate word, "So noble and elegant, how is it possible..."

Norman shook his head lightly, and looked at Larry with neither sympathy nor complacency, but a very flat look: "I heard from Eros that you were once a refugee, and I was quite surprised, because nobles never Taking in refugees..."

Larry's eyes dimmed a little: "Yes, the master is a good man."

Norman patted him on the shoulder: "That's not what I mean," he said after a pause, "The life of refugees is very miserable, dignity is useless, and in order to survive, they will do everything they can... This is a period of time. Unspeakable life, until today I still don't want to describe how miserable it is, but we have all experienced it. We...Although we are in the palace now, living a comfortable life that ordinary people cannot live, but...we know The real world is like."

He smiled gently, and there was no trace of gloom in his smile. When he first entered the church, the first thing he had to do was to learn to smile: "This will remind us in our future life path."

"Remind me?" Larry was taken aback, looking at Norman in bewilderment.

Norman stood up and patted the leaves of grass on his clothes: "Remind yourself of what kind of person you're going to be, remind yourself, never go back to that dark place again," he said.

Larry stared at him blankly. From here, he has been busy, running in and out with the king, trying to do everything well, trying to learn the etiquette among the upper class, and trying to make himself look good. Get up and behave in a standard manner... He is working hard all the time.He was almost addicted to this habit of running in and out with the king every day, watching His Majesty doing some strange things on a whim endlessly...but he forgot some facts.

His behavior has become more and more standardized, almost forgetting that every time he eats, he has to eat until he can't eat it at all; Only then did he realize that he was not sleeping on the muddy floor... The life of a refugee is so miserable. Now that he heard Norman's words, he realized that he was working as hard as he could, but he just didn't want to return to that kind of life.But now, he has to think about himself, what kind of person he will become——

He nodded slowly, yes, he needs to remind himself, because he has gone through all this now, and there is no way he can go back to the life of a refugee.

"I should go," Norman nodded slightly at him.

"Hey, where are you going?" Larry asked subconsciously, completely forgetting that he shouldn't be asking.

Norman didn't mind. He tilted his head and said, "Maybe I'll go to the third district. I heard that the floods are very serious there."

Larry looked at him worriedly. These days, His Majesty has become more irritable because of the flooding in the third district. It seems that this is really troublesome, so he said: "When I came here, I passed the third district, uh . . . it's just a small tributary, but it's a serious situation there. You have to be careful."

"I will," Norman nodded, looking at the sky unconsciously. In the clear sky, clouds drifted by like flocks, making this world seem to have nothing to do with death.He lowered his head again: "Tell Eros that I will visit him when I return from the third district."

"Okay, okay!" Larry nodded, watching the boy in intern clothes leave.