Invade the white dove

Looking at Hassan's docile look with lowered eyebrows, he thought of something again, but this time, as soon as he opened his mouth, Hassan smiled and handed him a glass of water:

"I entered the palace as a servant at the age of 12, and it has been two years now. My younger brother just came this year, and I don't know the rules. Since you fainted, Your Majesty has not summoned the servant for the past few days, and he just came back from the Colosseum. A person is bored in the bedroom. Only the prime minister is with him."

Only four years younger than myself.

Ulis sipped his water, his eyes fell on Hassan's arm.

Three years ago, he had just secretly moved out of the tower and lived in the castle. He felt novel and curious about everything around him. His father, King Fino, scolded him for being mischievous all day long.

At that time, he still cried secretly because of his father's severe reprimand, but now he can no longer hear the scolding full of love.

The door of the room was pushed open by Abu again, creaking and groaning in pain. The boy with round head and round face pressed the handle panting, his eyes sparkling:

"The king will summon the messenger of death tonight, in his bedroom!"

Abu's voice was very bright, and he yelled this sentence with full confidence. The nobles and attendants who were walking in the corridor couldn't help but stop when they heard this sentence.

"Oh my god, the messenger of death is still alive!" This is the exclamation of the noble lady.

"The king wants to summon him and be vigilant." This is the confession of the guard squad leader to his subordinates.

"Night, bedchamber!" These were the whispers of the king's courtiers.

All afternoon, tales of the messenger of death and the king circulated in the court, but the hero of the story was busy regaining his ability to walk.

——He must show his fighting strength and superhuman physical fitness to the king when he meets the king.In this way, it is possible to take advantage of the opportunity that King Kyle is interested in him and successfully obtain the status of "personal guard".

"Enough." When Yulis No. 15 fell to the ground, Sotiria finally stopped him, "Your body has not healed yet, it will take time!"

For the first time Julius heard impatience in his voice.

Supporting his body with his right arm, he turned over and leaned against the table, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the cloth towel around his waist—it was wrapped up by the thoughtful Hassan so as not to keep him from being naked.

The wound on the left eye socket seemed to have healed, and when the sweat flowed there, it didn't hurt.

However, Yulis still asked Hassan to find an eye patch for him. He didn't want to frighten Kyle because of his ugly scar.

"If I don't toss myself until I faint on the bed, how can Mr. Knight have time to quietly heal my wounds?"

Julius's voice was very soft, and it seemed that he was joking casually, but Sotiria, who was about to help him up, froze when he heard this sentence.

Yulis sighed: "Sotiria, you are weaker than before I fell into a coma, I can feel it. I signed a contract with you, not to make you work hard for me."

"Our destiny is connected, Julius, I am not only for you."

Sotiria's tone was relaxed.He helped Ulis into a chair and sat down, leaning against the desk.

He has a slender figure and perfect proportions of his limbs. Just leaning on him so casually can make people feel at ease.

Julius watched him, his eyes gliding from Sotiria's face to his bony wrist, and then to his fingertips-the almost transparent hand was dancing on the shelf of the bookshelf.

"Old God's Covenant." Julius read the black hardcover book placed in the middle of the bookshelf.

The cover of the book is already damaged, and the back of the book is old. It is obvious that it has been flipped through from time to time.

Following his words, Sotiria took out the black book and spread it flat on the table. The yellowed pages turned without wind, and finally stopped on a page with black fireworks.

"The flame of destruction, the wrath of Apophis." Julius read the footnote above, "Apophis..."

"God of Destruction."

Sotiria poked casually on the black fireworks with his fingertips, with a blunt and contemptuous smile, "Represents destruction, darkness and destruction, the so-called Lord of the 'Old Gods' who once stood on the top of the gods, for In his incarnation, humans can only imagine flames?"

The old gods and the new gods, the old world and the new world, all of these are bounded by the emergence of the Aotheism.Before the appearance of Ao Shen, there was no faith that worshiped the only god.

During spring plowing, people will pray to the god of wind and rain; when harvesting crops, farmers will offer sacrifices to the god of crops; winery owners will worship the god of wine; .

Julis suddenly remembered the story about gods and believers that Sotiria told the bard in a few words a few days ago.

At that time, he thought it was Sotiria's nonsense, but he didn't expect that there really was such a god.

And this god of destruction was once the ruler of all the gods in the old world.

But why has he never seen it in Odon's theology books?

"Destroy...what happened to him?"

"When the price of belief is too high, God will naturally be abandoned by believers."

Sotiria didn't care much about this precious handwritten book. He tore off the page illustration and put it in his breast pocket, "The abandoned god will eventually disappear in the dust of time."

"time……"

"Time, my Julius. Gods die too. When the last believer chooses to abandon him, he will disappear forever."

Julis looked at the ragged and broken pages in the book, and gently held Mr. Knight's hand: "He still has you, doesn't he?"

A lone god and only believer.

He looked at Sotiria's profile.

As an unswerving follower of the God of God, just imagining that the god you believe in is abandoned and forgotten is scary enough, and Sotiria, as the only worshiper of the God of Destruction, if something happens to him, then that god will also And then fell.

But, will a wandering soul die again?

Seemingly understanding his worries, Sotiria narrowed his eyes tenderly, slipped his fingertips across Julius' chin, and said with a smile:

"Yes, I still have you, of course I won't die."

"Then you should tell me now why you smell like blood? What method did you use to make me recover so quickly?"

The smile in the blue eyes was even stronger:

"I thought it would stop you from asking the bottom line. Yulis, I'm not... I'm no longer a human being. If I want to restore my peak strength, I must use unconventional means. Although our relationship is very close, can you allow me to keep a little secret?"

Yulis frowned: "You once said that our contract can help you recover."

Sotiria didn't explain again: "So, my little master, for the safety of your contract knight, don't put yourself in danger anymore. Otherwise, I will die with you because of the contract."

Yulis wanted to ask again, but found that his lips were lightly pressed by Sotiria's thumb.

His eyes widened in surprise.

The room was quiet, and Sotiria's handsome face was continuously enlarged in his field of vision, and he could even hear his irregular heartbeat.

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Ulis: Not happy, my Mr. Knight has a secret.