Invade the white dove

Julius broke free from Sotiria's confinement abruptly, ignored the surprised gazes from the nobles in the hall, pushed open the gold-encrusted oak door, and escaped from the sinking place.

He heard Sotiria apologetically explaining to King Kyle behind him that he "has to prepare for the contest, so he needs to leave in advance", and stumbled towards the arena behind the main hall of the Lion Castle.

He knocked down countless courtiers along the way, and the scarlet robe was drenched with a strong aroma of wine and fruit.

The panic-stricken wretches huddled on the ground and begged themselves to forgive their rashness, but Julius didn't seem to notice.All he knew was that he had to jump into the cold pool and wash himself clean before the fire of sin burned his soul clean.

There is a path leading directly to the garden in the main hall of the royal palace. In the most beautiful flower bed of roses, there is a fountain that does not shine in the sun all year round.The water there was icy cold and could quench all his desires.

Julius staggered away.

His lips, his fingertips, and his lower abdomen were all on fire, and he could even feel the thorny rose in his abdomen bursting into black flowers in the flames.

He groped forward in the labyrinth-like garden, and the delicately trimmed green vines and shrubs shone in the sun, making him dizzy.

He could already taste the scorching deep in his throat.

Just when he thought he was going to be swallowed by the flames forever, a deep and gentle voice appeared in his mind: "Ulis, look at me."

He felt his arms being grasped by a pair of strong hands, and the overwhelming cold wrapped him tightly, but he didn't feel any discomfort because of it.

It seemed that this coldness should be a part of him.

The flames burning his body gradually subsided, and Julis realized that he had unknowingly run to the arena.

A wooden fence divides the rectangular arena into two, separating two tracks for horse racing.The three-story stand faces the martial arts arena, and its back is against the west where the sun sets. A thick wool awning is set up on it.

The lance used in the jousting had been polished and polished long ago, while the tall armored horse in the stable snorted and stared at Julius and Sotiria who rushed in suddenly with wide eyes.

The busy palace people saluted Julius tremblingly.

As if waking up from drunkenness, the heart that was about to jump out of the throat in the chest cavity also regained its calmness under the watchful eyes of the palace servants.Julis put on a straight face, nodded slightly, glanced over the sharp red wooden pillars at the exit of the arena, and walked towards the tent with the vulture flag.

——Kyle has promised to give Julis territory, and ordered people to design the death knight's family crest based on the "vulture".

But now, the flag of the bald, two-headed vulture, embroidered with gold and silver double thread, was silently flaunting in front of Julis.

He opened the curtain, walked straight into the tent, and threw the servants out before they knelt down.

"But His Majesty ordered us to serve..." a boy said submissively.

"You may die later if you disobey His Majesty's order. But if you stay here..." Sotiria sneered and threatened mercilessly.

The servants crawled out with pale faces.

Julis looked at the steel plate armor hanging from the wooden frame, protecting it from head to toe.

This is made of the hardest "rock iron" in the Kurosawa continent. After being tempered and formed, if it is sacrificed with human blood, it can even withstand an attack from a steel sword blessed by an envoy.

Rock iron is scarce, almost priceless, and this kind of forging method is absolutely inhumane, so the number of "rock iron" armors in the entire Kurosawa continent does not exceed one hundred.

Kyle gave him such a precious armor without hesitation.

The nobles were right, he was indeed "the most favored minister".

As a qualified "favorite", he must of course perform well in the next martial arts performance.

Julius took off his cloak and chain mail casually on the ground, his upper body was naked, picked up the tights hanging aside, and put them on neatly.

By the time he was about to put on the plate, Sotiria was crouched by his left hand with the greaves and leg armor.

He faced the mercury mirror without saying a word, watching Sotiria skillfully put on complex and heavy accessories for him.

Chain armor skirt, carapace, breastplate...until Sotiria held up the neck armor and pressed the cold, gleaming steel plate to his neck.

The chill reminded Ulis of Sotiria's kiss.

It was a moist kiss, one touch away, but Julius can still taste the sweetness of those soft lips.

But after waking up, this sweetness turned into the sting of a poisonous bee.

"Tell me, Sotiria, as my oath knight, do you have to obey all my orders?"

Whether it's killing or kissing.

Restricted by the neck armor, Julius had to raise his head, while Sotiria, who carefully put on the armor for him, lowered his eyes seriously at this moment.So after Julis finished speaking, the eyes of the two inevitably met.

"Yes, my Julius."

"If I let you kill me..."

Sotiria gently put the helmet on for him, and through the steel plate, his voice was muffled: "If this is what you want. But at the same time, the knight must also obey..."

There were still a few syllables vaguely behind, and Julius carefully distinguished, but he still failed in the end.

Because there was a dull and short horn blowing outside the tent.

Here comes the king.

Most of the accompanying nobles were gone, and Julius found that most of the disappeared were young men and women. They must still be hiding in a deserted corner, enjoying the pleasure of their bodies.

After the nobles were seated, Kyle delivered a short speech as usual. The nobles clapped their hands very cooperatively, and the soldiers also raised their guns in response.Kyle threw the red rose that Hassan offered into the arena, and said lazily, "Let's get started."

Yulis was supported by Sotiria out of the tent, saluted the king, and then Sotiria helped him onto the horse. A lance was stuffed in his hand, and the black horse snorted uneasily and paced left and right.

He watched Sotilia stroking the horse's forehead, comforting him in a low voice. With the commander's call, the black horse sprang out neighing, and Julius subconsciously lay on the horse's back, with the spear in his hand parallel to the ground.

As the armored soldiers with tight protection on the opposite side charged closer and closer, he raised his wrist and pointed the tip of his gun at the soldier's chest.

The supposedly hard breastplate was pierced by a sharp blade like thin paper, blood spattered, the horses screamed, and the crowd cheered.

Julis couldn't remember how many times he charged on the horse, but every time the black horse stopped, he could hear the nobles screaming "death knight".

A dead body was carried down.

The rain of roses was thrown from the stands to the arena of the competition, which was no worse than the madness of the Colosseum.

Like a calm bystander, or a controlled marionette, he unconsciously repeated the combination of charging and killing until he was lifted off the horse with both hands.

It is also these hands that make the words that linger in the ears like a curse become clearer——

"If that's what you want."

"Quiet--"

Julius heard the young king's whispering voice.

Sotiria helped him take off the helmet, and Julius's hair was already soaked with sweat, but Sotiria kissed the top of his head and the corners of his eyes without hesitation: "You did a good job. You have won Kyle preference."

Julis rolled his eyes, and the scar on the left eye socket that should have been indifferent was on fire. He could even feel the blood pulsating behind the eyeballs.

Sotiria's lips moved, his eyes were smiling, he should be praising him.Julius tried to hear clearly, but no matter what, all he could hear was that sentence:

—if that's what you want.

"The death knight deserves it! My knight has proven his loyalty and strength. As his loyal master, I should also give him the power and trust to match him. I will appoint my knight as the captain of the guard."

"Chief of the Guard! Chief of the Guard!"

The aristocratic man did not smile sincerely.

Although this news has long been known to everyone, but when it was actually heard from the king, everyone felt uncomfortable.The ghost knows how long they worked hard for this position, but they were snatched away by such a nondescript who can only twist their ass and flatter them, ha!

Kyle stood on the stand and had a panoramic view of the reactions of the nobles: "Utur, my knight once offered the best blessings for my coming-of-age ceremony in the Colosseum in the image of the messenger of death. The first time I saw him At a glance, fate has already whispered a secret in my ears: we are the most intimate partners, and I should share all my power and glory with him.

Speaking of this, Kelton paused: "I know that there are a lot of gossip in the court. You think I like men, so Utur's status must be because of his favor. Among you, you think you are beautiful. Men can give it a try. If you can fight wild beasts, kill gladiators, and turn believers of false gods out of tens of thousands without getting hurt, you can take off your clothes and crawl to my bed and look at me. Will fuck your asses!"

Kyle's voice became louder and louder, and in the end, it was almost screaming. His emerald eyes swept across all the nobles present, like a poisonous snake patiently playing with its prey.

"My Utur, he does have the beauty that I can appreciate, but he also has a clever mind and agility. I, Kyle Mulder, have never hesitated to show my talents to young people with real talents. Generosity. So I decided to grant Utur the duke status, he deserves wealth, land, and everyone's respect!"