Invade the white dove

The iron gate was opened again, and the slaves entered the arena in a well-trained manner. Two pairs removed the mutilated body parts from the sand. Among them, four slaves walked towards Julius and carried him onto the stretcher in silence. .

When passing the iron gate, Julis felt himself stop, and before his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the underground passage, Ryan's gloomy voice sounded first:

"Death Messenger, what a formidable technique. You haven't raised your hands to surrender. Although the audience begged the king for mercy, strictly speaking, the wrestling has not stopped.

"The outcome is not decided, you can kill your opponent at any time to turn defeat into victory..."

Julius closed his eyes.

There was a broken sound of pulling the bellows from his chest cavity, and the bloody smell kept rising from his throat, which should have been strangled by Urlan.

Ryan, who couldn't hear the answer, seemed to be getting more and more angry:

"My god! If you don't kill Urlan, then two people will be honored!"

Hearing that the name of the God of God was spoken lightly by a person who made a living by sucking human blood in this city of sin, Julis opened his eyes suddenly:

"Based on this sentence alone, I can report you, and tomorrow your corpse will dance in Yinuo Square!"

Julius's hoarse voice was sharp because of a little contempt, echoing in the narrow and dark underground passage, like a devil whispering in his ear.

Ryan's expression changed immediately.

Inno Square in Stanny City used to be the execution place for burning witches and lunatics, but after the temple was overthrown and King Kyle yelled to believe in the devil, the hanging corpses became those tough Aotheism—also It is the so-called followers of the holy religion.

Julius scrutinized the pathetic traitor.

Most of the citizens in Stanley City, perhaps like this Ryan, are free citizens who once received the blessing of the God of God.

However, under the perennial oppression of King Jiaman and the threat of active degenerates, he had to abandon his faith in humiliation, and finally became intoxicated in the abyss of desire.

These people can still be saved.

Julis had to lament that the decision of the envoy to send him to Stani City was too wise.

The light of the God of God was only temporarily obscured by the excessive power of the demon. As long as the type of contract signed between King Kyle and the demon can be found, the holy court can find a way to solve it.

And he, Ulis, could be the most important part of this plan.What a great honor it is to be the sword that splits darkness in the hands of God!

Ryan stopped talking, and the slaves carried Ulis all the way to the gladiators' lounge.

The room, which was packed with 29 strong men before the game, is empty now.

In addition to wooden cabinets for storing clothes and soft benches for temporary rest, the lounge is also connected to a cistern that can accommodate ten people to bathe at the same time.

At this moment, the locker room is steaming, and the water has obviously been changed in advance.

When meeting kings and nobles, one cannot be covered in yellow sand and blood.

Ryan clapped his hands, and the two girls who survived the mouth of the beast came over.

Lisa knelt by the sink, wiping the blood off Julis's face with a damp towel, and another girl gently helped Ulis remove his armor.

Julius wanted to scrub himself, but his thigh and arm were broken, and his eyes turned black with pain when he moved a little.

He could only lie on his back in the pool and let the two girls play with his naked body.

"You are like a riddle, Deathbringer."

Ryan was sitting on a chair by the pool, admiring Julius's slender body with great interest.

He dared to bet that the ears of the two little slaves must not have been steamed red, they had already been fascinated by him.

If it was an ordinary gladiator, I'm afraid they would have crushed them and conquered them to their heart's content.But Deathbringer just lay in the pool with his eyes closed, and the thing between his legs didn't move.

He didn't even care about the girl he saved with his own hands.

An ascetic with strange teachings, Lane concluded.

"Before you, no one could make Urlan hurt, and no one could make the audience so fanatical and so spurned."

Saying that, Ryan laughed a few times.

Julis heard his sarcasm, and grinned:

"Mr. Lane, if I didn't kill Urlan, you wouldn't really naively think that I could still appear alive before your eyes, would you?"

"The king will spare you. The audience is so loud that he can only obey."

—— Urlan is bound to die if he is injured by Mr. Knight's power.And he couldn't have put his own life in the hands of a king who took pleasure in murdering maidens.

Julis opened his eyes, his dark pupils stared at Ryan, his lips pursed, but in the end he didn't make any distinctions to himself.

If you want Kyle to believe in himself, it is better to start by making the people around him fear him.

Sure enough, under his gaze, Ryan's face turned pale:

"Death Messenger... please forgive me."

Lane nearly fell to his knees by the sink.

Everyone is afraid of Julius' eyes that belong to hell and darkness.

"The king is summoning me." Julius said hoarsely.

"of course."

Ryan hurriedly called in the medical officer who was guarding the door.

After simply setting the bone and fixing the yoke, the medical officer asked Yulis to drink a glass of gray-black water that smelled like mud, saying that it could promote bone growth.

"Plant ash?" Julius asked.

"Yes." The medical officer hung his head, not daring to meet Julis' eyes.

After Julis drank the glass of mud-smelling water expressionlessly, Ryan waved away the little maid holding the armor.

He shook the smoky red wool robe with blue shading on his arm:

"When meeting kings and nobles, of course you can't be rude."

For some reason, Ryan felt that this despicable gladiator who won by sneak attack was more suitable for luxurious costumes than bulky armor.

Of course, he didn't tell Julis this sentence.

Although the handsome young man was seriously injured, Ryan was sure that Julis would have cut his neck directly after hearing such feminine words that were almost humiliating the other party.

Julius watched as Ryan buttoned his ruby-studded belt with his own hands.

"You will definitely be loved by the noble lady."

Ryan had that ambiguous smile on his face again.

Facts have proved that Ryan does know how to please the nobles of Stanley.

Especially those noble ladies who covered their faces with feather fans, while discussing "sneak attack" and "despicable", while secretly observing him through the gaps.

The soft purple velvet lounge chairs were covered with cool cushions. The young king was bored watching the opera being performed in the Colosseum, while Julius was quietly standing on crutches with many of the king's courtiers.

These courtiers were all eleven or twelve-year-old boys, with crescent-like eyebrows, and their slender and affectionate eyes glanced at the king and then at Julius from time to time.

Their bodies are slender and light, and when they whisper to each other, their movements will be a little feigned.

Julis looked at the courtier kneeling beside the young king, his white hands gently rubbing Kyle's temples.

The king shook his head from time to time, as if impatient, the golden curly hair swayed accordingly, but the three-pointed crown made of gold on his head was steady.

Beryl, yellow agate, red garnet...all the gemstones that Julius has seen have been rounded by craftsmen with excellent craftsmanship and inlaid on the crown.

Julius' gaze stayed for a moment on the round pink pearl inlaid in the courtier's bracelet, and then quickly moved away.

Standing for a long time made his injured hands and feet numb, and he fell heavily, but just when he thought he was about to be unable to support the fall, a bit of coolness slowly gushed out from the broken bone, which strangely slowed Yuli down. His pain.

"Sotiria..."

He whispered Mr. Knight's name in his heart.

The heart beat violently twice, like Sotiria's response.

Julius clutched his chest, which seemed to be full of honey, very sweet, but airtight, a little uncomfortable.

"Don't show that look, my Julius."

Sotiria had apparently just woken up, his voice was erratic like a ghost, and his body was as pale as fog.

——Just like the weak wandering spirit that Julis saw before they signed the contract.

"Is that the pink pearl that Odong abounds in?"

Following Julius' line of sight, Sotiria caught sight of the gorgeous ornaments on the hand of the servant boy beside the king.

Julius lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

He didn't want anyone to see his lost appearance, including Sotiria.

"What you wish for will come true, as long as you are willing to believe in yourself."

Sotiria said, stroking his lips with a hand that had not yet solidified, "Please believe me too."

Julis felt his face was a little hot, and his Mr. Knight would always make such intimate gestures to him from time to time.

Although Sotiria said that this is normal between the master and the oath knight, Julius has never accepted his mother's hug, and his father, King Fino, is usually an unsmiling monarch, so it is difficult for him to get used to such physical contact for a while. .

The lips touched by Sotiria began to tingle, which was a completely different feeling from the numbness after the pain.

Julis felt that his fingertips became soft and weak under the touch. He raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Knight in front of him. Sotiria's expression was focused as if he was caressing a shivering chick.

It has passed his birthday, he is an adult, and he is still being comforted by Sotiria as a child, Julius is inevitably a little embarrassed.

"Blindly showing strength will only make others feel inaccessible." Sotiria said, "Appropriate showing weakness can confuse opponents."

"The chick's weapon is its fragility, bright yellow beak, messy and soft feathers, even the most hard-hearted person will smile at such a chick. So, Julius, my little white dove, don't Feel embarrassed, I was conquered by you."

It was only then that Julis remembered that he had lifted the restrictions of the contract before, and now Sotiria was able to read his thoughts.

He glared annoyedly at Mr. "Knight" who was openly peeking at other people's thoughts.

"Pull your claws away and let the king think you are a fool who obeys orders. He may not trust you immediately, but he will think you are a poor wretch who will please him." Sotiria said, "just Like his favorite courtier."

"You mean, a lie," Ulis said.

Sanctuary Commandments——

Do not kill.

Do not lie.

Sotiria didn't comment, just pointed to the boy kneeling at King Kyle's feet with his index finger.Julis followed the direction of Mr. Knight's finger and looked over again.

The servant boy lowered his head meekly, and handed the peeled grapes to the king's mouth, the sweet juice slid down his bruised wrist, the corners of his eyes twitched, and soon he returned to his flattering, sweet smile meaning.

The king touched the top of his head as a compliment.