canary in cage

Cecil clenched his cane tightly. Today was his first visit to the palace, and the magnificence here cannot be described with exaggeration.

The chandelier above the head was polished brightly, and the murals on both sides were medieval balls. Everyone wore a mask on their face, and the face hidden under the mask showed a luxurious pink tenderness.

The red carpet under the feet is so soft that people can sink into it, and the candlesticks on the surrounding pillars are newly replaced candles, which are still scented.

Cecil didn't dare to look too much, he quickened his pace, he was going to come out within 10 minutes, thinking of Isri's behavior, he felt pain in his palms and lower back.

He once tried to escape, but Isri seemed to have planted a huge eye in the West Asia continent. No matter where he ran, Isri could always catch him back.

Of course, punishment is indispensable, he can't resist, and he doesn't dare to resist, it will only make him more painful.

All he could do now was to obey, obey Isri's behavior.

When Cecil came to the main hall, the queen was dragged to the ground in a long black dress, with a black tulle on her face, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

Cehir leaned slightly, bowed politely and said, "Your Majesty, I am Kristis Cehir, and I am here this time to help you solve the kidnapping case."

The queen was obviously taken aback, and her voice was as calm as possible, "You know the price of lying to me."

Cecil raised his body: "Yes, I don't lie to you.

Because his face was covered by a black veil and his expression could not be seen clearly, Cecil could only rely on his voice to discern the queen's mood.

"What's your condition?" The queen's voice was still flat, without any ups and downs.

Cecil was not afraid, and his clear and bright voice sounded in the hall: "I want the status of the No. [-] nobleman in West Asia!"

The air condensed for half a minute, and there was no sound around, not even the breathing of the soldiers who stood twice.

Cecil still straightened his back and counted the time. To be honest, he is not afraid of the queen now, but he is afraid of Isri again!That crazy deacon!

The longer time passed, the more sweaty Cecil's palms would be, and the more nervous he felt.

After a long while, the queen stood up abruptly, a bit out of manners: "It's that simple?"

"Yes!" Cecil said decisively.

"Okay, I promise you." The queen's voice became firm: "However, if you fail, you and your Kritis family will cease to exist!"

The corners of Cecil's lips raised, and he made a gentleman's salute again: "Yes!"

When going out, Cehir almost used to run, he wished he could fly up immediately, and when he came to the door, he took a few breaths before calmly walking out and coming to Isri's side.

"The queen has agreed, and the plan can be implemented." Because of the vigorous running just now, Cecil's voice was still a little trembling.

Isri's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his amber eyes. He got off the carriage and hugged Cecil from the ground.

"What are you doing!" Cecil was frightened.

"Master, I'll wait for you, you don't have to rush out." As Isri said, the goalkeeper Sehir who drove the carriage let it in.

"Where else do you want to go, master?" Iss said to Cecil with a smile inside.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is just a simple deacon playing with the young master, but in Cehir's view, it is a threat and intimidation.

If he dared to ask where to go, he would definitely be punished after Isri's rhetoric when he went back at night.

"No, just go home." Cecil didn't want to see Isri at all.

"Okay, master." Isri gently closed the car door.

"Crazy!" Cecil cursed secretly when Isri closed the car door.

He was the only surviving master of the Kritis family, and the family members were slaughtered, leaving only Esri and himself as a baby.

He liked Isri. Before he was eight years old, Isri's meticulous care for him made him fall into a gentle place, thinking that it would be great if he and Isri could live together forever.

But, now, Isri is a lunatic!His desire to lock himself completely by his side is that kind of sick, mad, demon who wants to eat clean!

When I returned to the mansion again, the sky outside had already darkened, and the rays of light on the far horizon were red like the eyes of demons.

The West Asian continent is originally a city of fog, and the sun seems to dislike it very much, and sank after hanging in the sky for a few hours.

Sehir's plan was simple, to use himself as bait.

Isri had already gone to prepare dinner for the evening, while Cehir changed into civilian clothes in the room, preparing for tonight's action.

When Isri pushed the dining car in, he was still dragging a long skirt in his hand.

"What are you doing with the long skirt?" Cecil couldn't help asking.

Isri pushed the dining car to the bed and put the long white dress on the bed: "Master, didn't you realize that the victims were all women?"

Cecil frowned slightly, and his voice became cold: "You want me to wear women's clothing?"

Isri's eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips raised: "Yes, young master."

"Impossible!" Cecil looked at the skirt on the bed. As the only male owner of the Kritis family, how could he wear a skirt!

The expression on Isri's face became worried: "Do you want the plan to fail? That lunatic doesn't like boys."

Cecil gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and held a stalemate for a minute, which was considered a compromise for Isri.

Isri took the skirt in his hands, gently untied the straps at the back, put it on his arms and walked to Cehir's side.

"Master, I'll change it for you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and went to unbutton Cehir's neckline. Before he touched it, Cehir subconsciously slapped Isri's hand away: "I can change it myself."

Isri's hands froze in the air, and the smile on his face remained undiminished: "Will the young master wear this skirt?"

Following Isri's gaze, Cehir carefully observed the skirt in his hand. The straps on it were extremely cumbersome, one layer after another, making people's eyes dazzled.

While Cehir was still in a daze, Isri had already unbuttoned a lot of collar buttons with both hands.

Cecil gritted his teeth. In order to succeed in tonight's plan, he still endured it. In less than a minute, his snow-white skin was exposed to the air, and his body curve, which was clean and without any blemishes, glistened under the reflection of the moonlight. With silver light.

Isri's hands were very slow. Although he was wearing white gloves, they still slid across the skin of his body from time to time, causing Cehir to tremble slightly.