Invade the white dove

Ulis accompanied Kyle, closely watching the handover between the two sides in the tower of the fortress.

The group of attendants followed behind Kyle, and the bard fiddled with the lute one after another, and the pear-shaped instrument gave out a clear and soft chant.

"Come on, my Duke, tell me about your trip to Odong. I want to hear it from you." Kyle stared at the two ships getting closer on the sea, and suddenly looked at Ulis.

Ulis pulled his eyes away from Nasha and Gray Crow, and was thinking about what Kyle wanted to hear, when his shoulder was wrapped by a hand, and he leaned against Sotiria's chest.

"We made love by the Doma River." Sotiria lowered his voice and said in a voice that only Kyle could hear, "I've never tried that taste, it's so refreshing."

Kyle and Tatos looked at each other, and the young king's emerald pupils shone with excitement: "In the wild! As expected of a demon of lust, you are obviously much more interesting than Tatos."

The nominated demon snorted disdainfully, and balls of flames burst out from his five fingers.

"Come and tell me, what else have you done?"

Kyle was obviously flattered by Sotiria, and he took the initiative to hold Sotiria's hand, completely ignoring the burning fire on the demon, and talked deeply.

Yulis wanted to empty his mind, but Sotiria's gentle and deep voice penetrated into his ears from time to time.

His Mr. Knight vividly described to Kyle the poses "used" by the two, so detailed and real, that even though he knew it had never happened, his whole body couldn't stop getting hot.

"He's so delicious, I can't get enough of him." Sotiria kissed the corners of his eyes, his gray-blue eyes were full of tenderness.

Julius sank deeper and deeper into that tenderness.

But just as he was about to drown, he pushed Sotiria away.

Kyle burst into laughter: "My Utur is shy."

The bard sang in harmony with the occasion: "Don't be shy my lover, boldly admit your desire for me, because desire is the root of human beings..."

"Desire. Desire is the root of human beings." Kyle repeated, "Eat when you are hungry, cry when you are in pain, those who hate want you to die, and those you love should always be with him. Utur, Ga The Man Empire is a tolerant country, you don't have to be shy about your desire for a lover. As long as you love him... Love is the union of soul and flesh!"

Ulis had to admit that Kyle did possess some kind of innate charm.

He is clearly a steadfast follower of the God of God, but in this situation, it is inevitable to have a little doubt - if the God of God loves every believer equally, why doesn't He bless homosexual love?

The love between a man and a man, between a woman and a woman, between a man and a woman, is obviously the same love. Why is it normal only for the love of the opposite sex?

"The two boats are meeting!" Suddenly someone from the attendants shouted in a low voice, and then everyone looked away from the blushing and silent Duke, and looked at the calm sea.

As agreed in advance, the Nice people drove a small sailboat to the center of the strait with two soldiers, but on the Garman Empire side, Kyle only sent Gray Crow to escort Nasha, whose hands and feet were bound.

The two boats confronted each other for a short while, and saw two soldiers from Nice handing a rectangular wooden box to Gray Crow. Gray Crow opened the wooden box, and a dazzling red light came out of the gap in the box instantly.

Even though half the strait was separated, one could still feel a tyrannical aura. Some timid ones immediately felt weak legs and knelt on the ground.

"This is the power of Dragon Crystal!" The people present couldn't help but marvel.

Gray Crow closed the wooden box, turned around and waved in the direction of the fort.Kyle raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, and a beam of fireworks shot out from the tower window.

"The fun has begun," said the young king with a smile. "Don't blink."

Julis, who had already foreseen what was going to happen, stared at the sailboat floating in the wind on the strait.

But Nasha and Gray Crow have been alone for a whole night, maybe the spell has been untied, and Gray Crow may have...

However, the black short sword that suddenly appeared in Gray Crow's hand shattered his last illusion.

No wonder, no wonder Kyle would uncharacteristically agree to "negotiate" with King Ness.

——Kyle never wanted to let go of anyone in the Kingdom of Nice from the beginning to the end, but he pretended to agree to this "deal", at least he could get the dragon crystal.

As for opening the treasure house of the Nice Kingdom, Gray Crow, the prince of Nice, is the perfect key.

Gray Crow took out the Nice soldiers with two easy stabs.He flicked off the blood on the blade, and turned to look at the bound witch.

"Take back the dragon crystal. Kill the people of Nice." These are the two tasks that King Kyle entrusted to him.But when Gray Crow saw Nasha's beautiful amber eyes, the hand holding the sword suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

The sword would be dull with a wobbly hand, but he was supposed to be the sharpest sword King Kyle had.

Gray Crow shook his head, and took another step towards Nasha.

The witch's mouth was tightly stuffed with a cloth, and she could only make a muffled murmur.Gray Crow guessed that she must be begging for mercy, but couldn't find any panic from that face.

Gray Crow raised his hand slowly, and the black blade rested on Nasha's neck. The witch's slender eyebrows like a crescent moon finally knit together, and crystal tears gushed out of her eyes, drawing two marks on her face.

"It's just your fault for loving the wrong person." The crow on the shoulder suddenly quacked at this moment.

Gray Crow turned his head, he never thought that this crow would say such harsh words to a dying woman.

He swung the dagger impatiently, and the crow flew down from his shoulder with a "quack" and a scream.

Nasha shook her head violently. She tried her best to sit up on her knees and looked at Gray Crow seriously.

Her eyes are so gentle, she is not looking at an enemy, but at a lover, a lover who has been lost for a long time and has gone through all kinds of hardships to find it.

But there was some sadness in those amber eyes, as if looking at them one more time was an unsatisfactory luxury.

The strange sense of familiarity and the unspeakable pain instantly flooded Gray Crow's heart.

His hands trembled more violently.

Maybe she shouldn't have been killed, the woman was just an insignificant old world believer who had nothing to do with false gods.

However, just for this moment of hesitation, there was a sudden unbearable itching on the back. Gray Crow did not expect that the witch could perform witchcraft with her hands bound, and cut Nasha's throat with the black blade in her hand.

Nasha's body fell heavily, blood quickly spread to the ship's planks, and dripped from the gaps in the planks to the sea surface, the gray-blue sea water was immediately dyed dark purple.

Groups of bloodstains bloomed in front of him.

For some reason, Gray Crow thought of iris.

Nasha was still struggling slowly, and the look in her eyes gradually faded, but her eyes never moved away from Gray Crow.

Gray Crow also stared at her, he felt that he should say something at this moment, or at least let Nasha say something.

However, he stood still for a while, and he did nothing. Amidst the urging of the crow on his shoulder, he picked up Nasha's body and threw her, along with the tar and torches he had prepared, onto the sailboat in Nice.

The flame opened its huge mouth, greedily devouring the offerings delivered to its mouth.

Gray Crow sat on the boat, looking at the long aqua blue dress that was quickly blackened and curled by the flames.

Last night, because of his crime, he received a hundred army sticks solidly.Although with his physical fitness, as long as he is not dead after being injured, he will recover quickly.But he was fined with one hundred army sticks, but he had to stay in bed for at least three days. It was absolutely impossible for him to be able to stand, jump, and kill people like this.

Last night in a coma, he heard a strange but pleasant singing voice, and it seemed that there was a pair of warm and soft hands stroking his back, soothing the burning of his wound.

Gray Crow thought that this time he finally had a chance to get close to the phantom in his dream for a long time, but when he woke up, he found that he had been carried to the coach's tent, and His Majesty the King was looking at him with a half-smile.

——"Your injury is almost healed, and now I want to give you a task. If you complete it well, you will still be my confidant."

Nice's galleon was reduced to ashes in the flames.

"The mission is accomplished, wow - return, return, go home, go home." The crow seemed to hear his inner voice, flapping its wings and screaming.

The wreckage of the ship sank to the bottom of the sea with a groan, and Gray Crow had no reason to stay.He waved the annoying crow above his head, and just as he was holding up the oars and wanted to return, a heart-piercing pain suddenly hit him, as if an invisible hand was holding his heart fiercely, choking his breathing.

Countless strange images flooded into my mind: depicting the domed temple of Elysium, the earnest face of Thoth, the dungeon full of rats and maggots...

In the end, those messy pictures condensed into a beautiful picture, Gray Crow felt that he was running in the endless flower fields, the sweet fragrance of flowers embraced him gently in his arms, and his ears were filled with pleasant laughter.

A girl in a milky white silk dress appeared in his sight.The girl was braided, and her flaxen hair shone with gentle waves in the sun.

As she hummed softly, the girl turned around slowly, and a purple iris came into Gray Crow's sight.

"My prince, wake up quickly, your lover is already waiting outside the castle..."

An unfamiliar, yet extremely familiar singing voice broke into the brain.

Gray Crow finally lost his footing, and with a "boom", hit his knees on the board of the boat, and passed out.

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I'm restocking every comment from the treasures, and it's almost time for the patina to come out.Some of them didn't reply because they guessed the plot too accurately, and the reply is easy to spoil.

You are the great prophets!