canary in cage

Cecil glanced at the person standing in the middle of the road, put on a top hat and got out of the car with a cane.

With short bright golden hair covered by a top hat, the aristocratic temperament has been raised several notches in the eyes of the surrounding civilians. They watched Cehir's behavior, and the reverence in their eyes increased a little.

Cecil walked up to the speaker, took off the hat from the top of his head and put it on his chest with a smile on his face.

"what's up?"

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and saluted Cehir in the way he remembered how the nobles saluted. Although the movements were dry and ridiculous, at least the manners were in place.

The man's voice was not loud, and the people around him could just hear him.

"Honorable Sir Christis, please be our holy son!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people around immediately began to discuss in private, and Cehir didn't realize it for a while. This was not part of his plan.

Cecil frowned slightly calmly, without any change in his expression, and just as he was about to say no, the civilians around suddenly started shouting.

"Honorable Sir Christis, please be our holy son!"

"It was you who saved us and sent the devil into hell! You are our Son!"

"He is our Holy Son, His Excellency, please protect us!"

All of a sudden, one after another shouted, a large number of people were attracted in an instant, and they all bowed and stood around Cehir talking.

Cehir was a little at a loss standing where he was. The No. [-] nobleman plus the identity of the Holy Son was undoubtedly not the best choice. With these two identities, he could travel unimpeded in the West Asian continent.

However, the Holy Son has too many rules!I didn't have the leisure time to take care of those things.

Cecil was a little at a loss standing there, and turned to look for Isri, but found that Isri was standing beside the carriage with a gloomy expression.

Immediately, Cehir panicked and moved a little away from the person in front of him, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Your Excellency Kristius?" The man raised his head slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face: "This is you?"

Cecil clearly saw the changes in the expressions of the people around him. These people's expressions froze on their faces, and they were looking at him with scrutiny.

Cecil tightened the cane he was holding tightly, and couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart, and the palms of his hands were already sweating.

He was pushed to the commanding heights!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The priest is coming!"

I don't know who said it, and everyone around looked away from Cehir in an instant, looked at the priest with respectful eyes, and prayed.

The priest's old beard and hair had turned silver-white, combed neatly behind his back, and tied them up with ribbons. He was wearing a dark black robe, making his whole body look even paler.

Cehir looked at the priest, and his eyes began to be respectful. When the priest came to his side, Cehir raised his hand to pray.

Before the hand was ready, the priest stopped him first and said, "My child."

Cecil looked up at the priest, who was like a man created by God, who was talking to himself now.

The priest had a kind expression on his face, and said with a smile, "My dear Cecil child, today, I will pass on the title of Holy Son to you."

This is the highest invitation, and it is the personal request of the priest. The eyes of the people around him once again fell on Cehir, waiting for Cehir's answer, as if he would be sent to the execution platform if he gave a wrong answer. Same.

Cecil glanced at Isri from the corner of his eye, but Isri was still standing beside the carriage, unmoved.

"Okay." Cecil turned his head, and his eyes met those of the priest.

Immediately, the people around seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the expressions on their faces finally relaxed.

The priest clasped his hands on his shoulders and made a courtesy: "Your Excellency, Son, I will wait for you at Green Lanka Church at noon tomorrow."

Cecil followed the example of the priest, bending lower than the priest: "I will go."

After dealing with these people, Cehir let out a sigh of relief, and he had a new identity for no reason.

Cehir put the top hat back on his head, because considering Isri's injury, Cehir did not let Isri help him up.

Isri's expression didn't change much, but the pale amber pupils were terribly cold. Cecil glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, and stopped looking at Isri.

After all, etiquette still needs to be in place. Yisli saluted Cehir slightly, and then got into the carriage. When the carriage started, Yisri heard an extremely harsh voice in his ears.

"Tell me, does that young master have a bad relationship with his deacon?"

"I think so too. Black hair is not common in West Asia. I probably hate it!"

"Be quiet!"

When the carriage passed by the two, Isli glanced at them with cool eyes, and the two immediately shut their mouths and dared not speak as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Isri turned his back to Cehir, and the anger and madness in his eyes gushed out uncontrollably.

Sehir is his, Sehir is his god, he is not your holy son!

Unknowingly, Isri drove the carriage faster, Cehir realized the problem with Isri, and all he can do now is to follow Isri.

In the quiet woods, a carriage rushed past, startling the surrounding animals and hiding in the woods one after another.

Isri didn't care about it, and after the carriage stopped, he got out of the carriage and bowed to Cecil to apologize.

"Sorry, master, today is my recklessness."

Cehir glanced at Isri and didn't know how to answer, so he hummed and got off the carriage by himself.

Isri's hand stopped in mid-air was not supported, and suddenly, the incomprehension and suspicion in his eyes instantly filled his entire brain.

"Master." Isri called out, stepped forward and hugged Cehir from the ground.

Cecil subconsciously wanted to hammer Isri, but thought of getting hurt, so he didn't do it.

"You put me down!" Cecil ordered!

There was no emotion in Yisili's eyes, and his tone was cold: "Master, are you hating me?"

Cecil was taken aback for a moment, hate?No, he doesn't hate Isri, he just wants to escape, to leave this lunatic!

"I didn't!" Cecil frowned and explained, "You're hurt!"

Isri's gaze met Cecil's eyes, and there was no trace of lying in the sapphire blue pupils, so Isri's mood improved a lot, and his tone was not as cold and scary as before.

"I only injured one shoulder, and the other one is fine. The young master can leave the matter to me."

Cecil glanced aside, not looking at Isri, and his tone was still commanding: "I see, let me down!"

Isri did not obey Cehir's will, but directly carried Cehir into the room, until he reached the door of the bathroom, and threw him in.

"Young master washes up before coming out. I don't like the smell of young master now."

Isri's tone became cold again, Cehir had no choice but to listen to Isri's words and got into the bathroom.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, the corners of Isri's lips finally raised slowly.

As expected, his young master is still young, and he has not realized how inseparable he is from him until now. Those actions of subconsciously looking for him are really cute.

What would happen if he kept this canary by his side forever, would he be trained to obey his own words?

No, forget it, his young master will always be supreme, the god he will always worship.