canary in cage

Faced with Cecil's sudden question, Isri was a little surprised for a moment.

He looked sideways at the people in the cage: "Master, I have no lover."

Cecil moved his body, the sound of pulling the iron chain became more obvious, and put himself in a place as comfortable as possible.

Hearing what Isri said, Cehir gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart.

"If you don't have a lover, you're going outside to steal something. Since you're going to steal something, then you can go anyway. Why are you doing this to me!"

Cecil said that the voice behind him was a little unstable. In the invisible dark environment, he couldn't see Isri's expression, and he didn't even have a defense against what Isri would do in the next second.

Isri was also confused at the beginning, and finally locked Cehir's words on the time he stole Flower Street last time, probably because he was stained with perfume from outside.

Isri frowned slightly, walked to the cage, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to push back Cecil's hair that was blocking his face.

"Master, you think too much, I am not what you said."

Cecil was taken aback by Isri's sudden movement, and he hid behind him. Before he could recover, Isri's deep and soft voice sounded again.

"My dear Master Cecil, I only like you, and you must."

Cecil was stunned, his lips trembling: "This is impossible, the West Asian continent does not allow..."

Before Cecil finished speaking, he was interrupted by Isri, his voice seemed colder than before: "You can't go out now, can you?"

Isri let out a sigh of relief: "You are locked in the cage now, and you can't get out. You will always be mine alone."

"But I am your master!" Cecil opened his mouth bravely again.

The end of Isri's eyes twitched twice, but instead of pulling Cehir to his side, his voice sounded like he was relieved.

"You are my master, but isn't it you who is begging for mercy now? My great Kritis...Master."

Isri stood up and chuckled a few times, like a demon emerging from the ground, admiring the angel he raised with his own hands.

When Isri closed the door, Cecil's whole body went limp and directly spread out on the blanket.

He was at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end, and he had no power to resist in front of Yisli.

For a whole afternoon, Cecil collapsed on the ground like this, and his deacon actually liked him, his heart was beating like a bead with a broken thread.

It's not the kind of simple liking, but the kind of more complex, more lustful liking, the greed of a deacon for his master.

Cecil buried his head, and he could still smell the faint mixed fragrance from the tie on the tip of his nose.

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Even though it was early spring, it was still a bit cold outside. Isri was adding firewood to the fireplace, and the sky outside had completely darkened.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door outside, and Cecil lay there without moving. He knew that in the end, he was sent away by Isri.

Isri also frowned slightly, put down the things in his hand, came down from the second floor, and looked at the door that was still knocking.

I thought I wouldn't open it, but the knocking on the door continued, so Isri had no choice but to step forward and open the door a crack.

Seeing the movement of opening the door, the person outside who knocked on the door also stopped, took a step back, and raised his voice in decibels.

"Hello, we are the Queen's Guards, and the Queen is here to visit Duke Kritis specially tonight."

Isri was stunned for a moment, opened the door, saluted respectfully, opened his mouth and said.

"Sorry, the young master had something to go out yesterday."

The Imperial Guards got the news, turned around and ran back to report to the queen, and then saw the queen being helped down from the carriage and walked to Isri.

Isri showed a standard smile on his face and bowed: "Good evening, Your Majesty the Queen."

The queen glanced inside the door and opened her mouth: "You are the only servant at home?"

"Yes"

The queen nodded and walked in through the door, followed by two guards: "Did the Duke take you out?"

Isri followed behind the Queen with a flat voice: "The young master said that he wants to go out alone."

The queen found a place and sat down. Even though she was wearing a veil, her voice was still girlish: "I have received a request from the crowd. When will the Holy Son return to the church?"

Isri lowered his head, and his voice was neither cold nor cold: "The young master has not been in good health recently, and it may take a while."

The Queen looked Isri up and down, but her voice was unquestionable: "Since the Duke is not in good health, how about we re-elect the Son?"

Isri suppressed the corners of her raised lips, and bowed her body: "Everything is according to the queen's wishes."

He can't wait for this.

The queen also showed a smile on her face. She is the leader of the West Asian continent, and people should worship her!

The queen just stood up, ready to get up and leave, when suddenly, there was a sound of iron chains clashing in the quiet house.

Cecil could hear the movement below. The voice of the imperial guards was loud just now, and he could hear it clearly on the second floor. He moved his body and firmly fixed the iron chain tied behind him on the cage.

Since the queen is here, Isri will not die, but now there is only a 50.00% possibility, but subconsciously, Cecil still wants to take a gamble.

"Bang!" There was another sound, and Isri's eyes were gloomy, like a wolf dog ready to go.

"what sound?"

The queen looked towards the second floor with some doubts, and the imperial guards were also ready to rush upstairs.

Isri put a smile on his face again, looked at the queen, and his voice was not panicked at all.

"Sorry, there is a large pet on the second floor, and it has been a little disobedient recently, so it is tied with an iron chain."

The queen was a little embarrassed after hearing this, and glanced at the second floor again: "It turns out that the Duke still has this habit, so don't bother me."

With that said, the Queen left a few minutes faster, and when the door was finally closed, the expression on Isri's face dropped to zero.

Turning around, stepping on the stairs step by step, how could it be so disobedient after so long.

Isri pushed open the door, and the room was pitch black. He walked straight to the cage, opened it, and threw the key aside.

"Master, do you still want to escape?" Isri's voice pierced the air and reached Cecil's ears.

Cecil was not reconciled, gritted his teeth, raised his head, and his voice almost shouted: "What's the point of imprisoning me like this! Isri! What do you want!"

With no expression on his face, Isri half-kneeled beside Cehir, and untied the chains trapped behind him.

Cecil was taken aback for a moment, and then, Isri poked his fingers in from under the tie, and with a little force, he took it off his head.

"I want you, master."

Isri's breath was terribly hot.