Invade the white dove

Five hours later.

Seeing that the last ferry boat landed safely, Julis immediately hugged Sotiria's waist and helped him to the long-awaited carriage.

Sean, who was guarding the side, was timid and seemed to want to help him, but Julius waved him away, took Sotiria's arm, and almost hugged him in his arms. The long-armed, long-legged ghost was stuffed into the carriage.It has to be said that Sotiria, as a "wandering soul", has a lot of weight. Fortunately, he is not much different from Sotiria in stature, and he has enough strength to hug people up.

However, when he successfully put Sotilia on the seat, he couldn't stop panting, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or rain in his hair.

Yulis looked at Sotiria who was almost collapsed in the carriage.

He had never seen Mr. Knight in such a state of embarrassment. Even when they were on the first side of the desert, the unknown wandering soul wore only a tattered linen robe, Sotiria was still elegant and a A handsome aristocrat.

But now, Mr. Cavalier's whole body was soaked by the rain, and his shoulder-length silver-gray short hair stuck to his face in strands, dripping with water.

Even the eyelashes are foggy.

It seems that after signing the contract, this wandering soul who claims to have power has been constantly overdrawing his power.

And all this was for him, for him, Julius Kleiss.

No matter how dull a person is, after hearing Sotiria's half-truthy "confession" last night, he will understand the whole story.

Yulis' thumb brushed against the corner of Sotiria's eye, and due to the instability of his strength, the half-opened right eye turned into a clear sapphire blue again.His gaze stayed on Sotiria's left eye which was covered with an eyepatch for a long time, and then turned downwards to stare at the trembling pale lips of the other party.

The carriage suddenly trembled and swayed forward, as if it had been hit by a stone.Outside the car, Hassan yelled in a low voice, and the coachman apologized repeatedly, but Julius didn't care about it.

Because at this moment, he was falling on Sotiria, and he was overwhelmed by Mr. Knight's trembling chest.

"sses..." Sotilia seemed to be saying something, the rain was too loud, and Julius couldn't hear it clearly.He originally thought that Sotiria was raving, but the other party frowned anxiously, and the muttering became louder.

Yulis could only put his ear to Sotiria's lips: "Sotiria, I'm here. What do you want?"

"Ulysses..."

A low, hoarse, nasal call.

A call to him.

A sourness spread from his chest, it was as bitter and spicy as drinking gooseberry wine, and his throat was more like a fishbone. He swallowed continuously, trying to suppress this inexplicable emotion.But the familiar syllable that Sotiria kept calling easily defeated all his improvised defenses.

"Ulysses..." Sotiria kept mumbling, as if he would not stop until he got a response.

The voice was gentle and low, like spells, putting Julis in an inescapable shackle.It is more like a sentence of touching love words, telling the desire hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Yulis supported Sotiria's shoulders, let him lie on his lap, grabbed the cloth towel in the carriage, and gently wiped his hair.

His Mr. Knight was speaking in the ancient language when he was unconscious, and Julius became more and more suspicious that he was a wandering spirit of the old world.

This is a reasonable guess. After all, Apophis, who Sotiria believed in and possessed the power of destruction, was the supreme god of the old world.

The old and new worlds are divided by the appearance of Ao Shen.Aoshen brings the light of reason to mankind. While the new world is opening, the remnants of the old world are rapidly dying out.

——The old gods disappeared because of being forgotten, and the awkward ancient words were left behind at the same time, and those rumored creatures born from magic gradually retreated into the darkness.

He didn't know how Sotiria faced the upheaval at the beginning, and he didn't dare to imagine how much effort Sotiria spent to adapt to this brand new strange world.

Or maybe he didn't have time to adapt at all, so he was put on this shackle called a contract by himself.

"Ulysses." Another slurred call.

"Ai."

--I am here.

Julius replied subconsciously.

Finally getting a response, Sotiria's eyeballs moved slowly.

The moment their eyes met, Julius saw a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sotiria's Adam's apple rolling: "Miar Ulysses."

——Mine, exclusive to me, Julius.

Julius kissed Sotiria's forehead: "The contract connects us. I will never betray you, Sotiria."

As if not satisfied with the answer, Sotiria closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice.

Julius tried his best to distinguish, but the syllable was too difficult to pronounce, and there were continuous calls from outside the carriage. What Sotiria said, just like the chanting to him in the tavern that day, disappeared in the noise.

"My lord, the rest room is here."

The noise outside the carriage gradually faded away, Hassan opened the window from the outside and reported in a low voice.

Looking from the small window of the carriage, there are only white dendrobium orchid petals that have been knocked down by the heavy rain.

Julis immediately realized that they had reached the small garden in the side hall of the city hall.

Once upon a time, King Odon held a national meeting in Erdu every autumn month.

Such an important regular meeting will always last for a week. During the meeting, the ministers hold their own opinions and quarrel in full swing. They will not give up an inch of ground. After the meeting is over, they will immediately shake hands and make peace. Julius knows that they are all for Odon future.At this time, his father, King Fino, will have lunch with the noble lords who came here in this side hall, and take a short rest.

Hassan held an umbrella, and Julius walked towards the gate of the side hall with Sotiria on his back.

Behind the three of them, the governor followed closely: "The clean clothes are ready, and they are all placed in the rest room. I will lead you the way..."

Julis was about to hug Sotiria, kicked away the governor standing in front of him, he didn't bother to cover up, and walked to the second room in the northeast corner of the side hall familiarly.

He banged on the door before the Governor could react, shutting Hassan out as well.

Ulis laid him down on the couch.

"Okay, Sotiria, I want to change your wet clothes first..."

The coat had only one button, and he undid it easily.But what followed was the long vest that wrapped his body tightly. Julis first took off the three metal chains on his chest, and then frowned and unscrewed the densely packed two rows of buttons.

The white shirt under the vest was soaked, almost transparent, and the shell buttons were small and slippery. Julius' fingertips were trembling, and after a long time, he only released two of them.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath.

Then he heard a low laugh.

Sotiria's icy breath hit the top of his head.

"Swearing is not a good habit, my Julius." There was a smile in Mr. Knight's voice, and his cold fingers grabbed him.

In order to make it easier for Sotiria to change clothes, Julius knelt on one leg beside the recliner, only one leg supported his body, and his center of gravity was already unstable. Hit him.

The distance is too close, even the breathing is entangled.

"If the button is too difficult to untie, just tear it open." Sotiria teased in a tone of "High Demon Sabol".

Julius' hand was held, pinching the collar of the shirt, and as Sotiria raised his other hand, the buttons of the clothes were broken and bounced to the ground.

His eyes fell on Sotiria's chiseled chest.

With his clothes half covered, he saw the light blue seal of the contract, fluctuating with his breath, shimmering with gleam.

Yulis's breath was wet from the rain.The air was cold, but his fingertips were burning hot.

His gaze involuntarily moved down slowly following Sotiria's hand, and finally settled on the waistband of his trousers, which was neatly tucked into the hem of his shirt.

The translucent silk lining cannot cover the smooth abdominal lines.

Sotiria put his fingertips on the metal buttons of his trousers.

With a bang, the button popped up, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.