Invade the white dove

Sparse applause sounded, it turned out that the opera was over, and the actors were paying tribute to the king and the audience.

King Kyle yawned, waved his hand and said "reward" weakly, kicked away the courtiers around him, and glanced at the crowd, as if he wanted to pick a fresh face.

At this moment, Julius, who raised his head, happened to meet the eyes of the king.

King Kyle's slender eyebrows raised: "Who are you?"

Ryan, who had been closely observing the king's expression for a long time, immediately stepped forward, prostrated at Kyle's feet, and kissed his shiny boots.

"Your Majesty, he is the messenger of death who drove the hell carriage to pay tribute to you in the opening ceremony. You just summoned him."

After finishing speaking, Ryan winked at Julis to come over quickly.

Julius hopped crookedly on crutches before the king.

According to the etiquette of the Garman Empire, as a "commoner", when he saw the king, he was supposed to throw himself to the ground, kneel in front of the most noble king of the empire, and kiss the soil under his boots, but Julius just barely bent down.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, my left leg is completely numb now, and I cannot kneel down to salute you."

Even if Julis didn't look up, he could feel that Kyle's boring fingers had stopped.

"Oh?" The young king only uttered such simple syllables.

He kicked away Ryan, who was begging for mercy, stepped on the pointed boots on the wool carpet with intricate patterns, walked up to Julis, and stopped.

Yulis looked at the young king who was a head shorter than him, and watched him raise his white and slender right hand and hand it to him.

"I allow you to kiss my fingers."

The corner of the king's mouth curled up. It was completely contrary to his personality, and his overly gentle appearance made him a bit indisputable. "Glorious warrior."

Julius took a deep breath, lowered his eyes hard, suppressed the constant hatred in his heart, took the king's hand, and put his lips on Kyle's ring:

"May the empire last forever and the glory live forever."

"What do you want, warrior?" Kyle still stood in front of him and looked at him. "Gold and silver jewels? Beauty? Or, my page boy?"

Kyle pointed to his young courtiers casually:

"I know that some gladiators like handsome men, which is a kind of satisfaction for their strong desire to conquer. And you, Deathbringer, what do you want? You have brought me the most wonderful performance, as long as it is not too demanding , I can give you all."

Julius glanced at the boys who lowered their heads not daring to respond, and then at the overflowing boxes of jewels next to the king's seat, trying to show his greedy eyes.

But he hesitated for a moment, swallowed, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness. Money and beauty are tempting, but they are not as good as your grace."

"grace?"

Julius saw Kyle finally showing an expression of interest.

"I grew up listening to the heroic deeds of the King of Prussia, and I was fascinated by his courage to fight against the arrogant Aushenism. After that, Your Majesty, you came to the throne and completely saved the city of Stanislavia from the Aushenism. What a groundbreaking feat!

"I told everyone around me early in the morning that I would dedicate my loyalty and life to the king. But I am not a nobleman, so I cannot be your knight. Just when I was depressed, I heard the news of the gladiatorial competition—finally If the winner wins the favor of the king, he has the opportunity to stay in the court and serve the emperor.

"Your Majesty..."

Having said that, Julius bent his knees enduring the pain, he threw his crutches aside, and pressed his right hand to his heart. This is a standard knight's homage, and he deliberately made it nondescript:

"Your humble servant begs you, I am willing to dress you, scrub you, make your bed, wash the floor, just ask you to give me a chance to serve you."

Hearing these heartfelt words, some of the noble ladies sitting next to her had already wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with a handkerchief, but Kyle just stared at Ulis, as if he didn't care about his statement at all.

Julius maintained a salute posture.

——Before setting off from the sanctuary, the envoy of Thoth fabricated a false identity for him: Julius Hisoka, the son of a carpenter, was born in a small border town in the Kingdom of Nice, which is famous for its business.

It's a pity that a plague five years ago killed most of the people in the town. "Ulis Hisoka" had to hide his red hair and wander around, and his agility was taught by the pirates who died at his hands.

Kneeling on the ground, Julius felt cold sweat continuously bursting from his forehead, sliding down his forehead, and falling on his eyelids.He blinked uncomfortably, but otherwise dared not do anything else.

Ulis knew that Kyle was examining him, judging whether it was necessary for him to stay by his side.But he didn't know whether his confession could impress this king who didn't play cards according to common sense.

"Your Majesty, the opera performance is over, it's time to go back to the palace to rest."

At this time, a deep voice sounded.

Julis raised his head, only to realize that there was a black shadow following Kyle.

If it wasn't for this shadow to make a sound on its own initiative, he might die without discovering the existence of the other party!

"Tatos." Kyle looked towards the source of the sound.

The called shadow immediately appeared, it was a tall man in a black robe, his long curly black hair made his porcelain-like complexion almost transparent.There was a distinct hump on the bridge of his nose, and when he noticed Julis' gaze, he grinned contemptuously at him.

Under those bright red lips, there are sharp canine teeth.

"Look, Tatos, how beautiful he is," Kyle said.

Julius immediately felt his hair being picked up by the king.

"His hair is as beautiful as red wine. His eyes are brighter than the obsidian of the court..."

The king exclaimed, "Look, he calls himself the messenger of death! Before I saw him, I never thought that there could be a more perfect creation than you, a demon!"

demon……

When Julis heard this name, he finally understood why this black figure called Tatos had a pair of blood-like red eyes.

——King Kyle has sacrificed his soul to the devil, and Stanley has been reduced to the capital of evil ravaged by the devil.

Julius remembered the warning given to him by the envoy.

Beware of demons, they are extremely good at seducing desires.

But you must be more careful about the demons who signed contracts with humans. Their possessive desire for souls is beyond human imagination.

Now, standing in front of the devil, Julis realized how terrible this possessiveness is.

The pressure exerted on him by the devil made the bones all over his body rattle, and he tried his best to keep himself from exhaling in pain.

He only felt that he was about to be torn apart by the violent desire emanating from the demon.

"If you like." The devil looked at the king with a smile, "I can..."

No!

Julis instinctively felt that if the demon was allowed to speak, he would have no chance to stay by Kyle's side!

Do something, disrupt the devil's plan.

Julius's thoughts changed sharply, and at this moment, a gentle coolness came from his chest, dispelling the demon's oppression on him.

The moment he was able to move his hands and feet, Julius strode forward and pressed down on the fruit table in front of the king's seat.

"If you like!"

Yulis shouted loudly, grabbed the silver fruit knife in the fruit plate, and inserted it into the socket of his left eye without hesitation.

Bright red blood flowed down the bridge of his nose and wet his pale lips.

The screams from the noble lady rang out again and again.

The guards with knives quickly formed a circle, and a guard wrapped in black cloth with only his eyes exposed kicked Julis to the ground.

The sharp tip of the steel sword was pressed against his heart, and as long as the king gave an order, Julius' blood would splatter on the spot.

"If you like..."

Julis didn't struggle, he just held the gouged out eyeball with both hands, and raised it high above his head, his voice was full of sincerity and yearning, "Dedicated to you, Your Majesty."

Some noble ladies had already fainted from the bloody smell at the scene, and the surroundings were in a mess, but no one cared about it.

Julis fell to the ground, and with his remaining right eye, he looked at the pointed boot that was getting closer and closer to him.

The eyeball in his hand was taken away by Kyle, and Julius laughed hoarsely as if he got his wish.

He felt that Sotiria was sparing no effort to soothe his wound with his own strength, while Mr. Knight's own figure was getting weaker and weaker.

"It can't go on any longer," said Julius, refusing to accept Sotiria's power.Under the severe pain of the double counterattack, he finally passed out.

**

The king seemed attracted by the deep darkness in his eyeballs.

"... What a madman. Tatos, do you see?"

Kyle clapped his hands and looked at the shadow-like demon standing beside him, "I want to make him my knight!"

"Your Majesty, there is a strange force in him. Just now I locked him with the power of a demon, but he broke free. This is impossible." said the demon.

"But I like him."

Kyle squeezed this eyeball, wet and slippery, much more comfortable than those damn cold hard gemstones in the palace.

Maybe he should poach more eyeballs for decoration, Kyle thought to himself.

"He is dangerous," continued the demon.

"Can't you protect me, Tatos?"

Kyle looked at the devil who had been tempting him to fall since he could remember, "You swore to me that you were the most powerful devil, could it be that what you said was false?"

The king's question was straightforward and innocent, which made it impossible for the demon to refute:

"The devil in hell has made me king."

"Then what is there to be afraid of?"

Kyle asked him of course, "If he's dangerous, you can kill him. But before that, why are you stopping me from seeking pleasure?"

The demon didn't answer.

"You are as beautiful as him, Tatos." Kyle stroked his face as smooth as devil's porcelain.

He thought, his eyes at this moment must be called affectionate.

"I do like his appearance. But my palace enshrines your statue, my body's pleasure is controlled by you, and my soul will eventually belong to you. Isn't this enough for you? The devil's Greed, how many nights will it take to fill it up?"

"My Majesty..."

"Tonight I give you permission to use the pose you saw in the atlas."

Kyle stood on tiptoe, hooked his arm around the demon's neck, kissed his pointed chin, and seduced his demon skillfully with a youthful and cheerful voice, "The condition is that you can't kill my demon before I allow it." knight.

——The Lost White Pigeon · Trapped Beast——