Little hero

This seems to be an unanswerable question. Even if it wasn't Ge'an's instruction, it is an established fact that he is still a person pending trial and has escaped from the prison of the Congressional Bureau, and there is no room for refutation.

The answer to whether to escape from prison seems to be obvious.

Edgar also seemed to realize that he had asked a stupid question, and changed the question before Gean could find a suitable wording: "No, you answer something else first, I mean, how did you escape?"

Ge'an closed his eyes, said "um", and said without hesitation: "Someone sneaked into the prison, he knocked out the prison guard, and brought me here."

"Someone? Who?"

"One... an old acquaintance." Ge'an didn't seem to know how to describe this person. He looked straight into Edgar's black eyes, feeling a small self reflected in them, and said after a while: "I've seen him before. A few times, but I don’t know him well, his name seems to be Ener, I don’t know if it’s his new name, because the previous code name was ‘Sea Rabbit’.”

After finishing speaking, Ge'an said again: "I have always only known the name Haitu."

Er... sea hare...

I haven't heard of it, it's a name that Ge'an has never mentioned.

Edgar gave a noncommittal "hmm" as if he heard it, and said, "I don't know, but it doesn't matter, you will tell me, right?"

Ge'an froze for a moment, he intuitively felt that there was something in Edgar's words.

Speaking of it, the young master has no city in his heart, and he never hides his thoughts. What to say, he is extremely frank in front of Ge'an, and spreads everything out to Ge'an. It is whiter than the heavy snow in Xinri Wright white paper.But at this moment, Ge'an was suddenly very uncertain. This uncertainty came from the panic in his heart, and this panic began to appear when he heard Edgar's voice for the first time in the tunnel.

Ge'an said "yes" in a very soft voice, but it sounded precious and firm.As if he was a sinner with a previous conviction, and now he is going to have a reformation interview, he is as firm and honest as he is determined to reform - he has been looking directly at Edgar, making his young master very confused by this look Could not bear.

but--

No matter how unbearable it is, some things have to be resolved.

"You will tell me, right?" Edgar repeated his words.

Ge'an nodded bitterly and helplessly, as if he already knew what he was about to experience.

"Yes, my dear Master Edgar, I will tell you everything you want to know."

The matter started a few days ago, but Ge'an chose to start when he woke up in the tunnel, and only mentioned a few words about what happened in the prison, without mentioning it.

When it came to the bartender, Edgar frowned, but quickly let go, signaling Ge'an who had paused to continue.

"I killed him," Ge'an said, "and he persuaded me to join their organization."

"You refused?"

"I refused."

"Why?" Edgar asked maliciously, "Why didn't you join them? Did they save you? The sea rabbit you mentioned is one of them?"

Both questions were answered in the affirmative, and Edgar looked at Ge'an strangely, and said, "Why don't you join them?"

Gean seemed to be taken aback for a moment, not knowing why Edgar asked such a question, because in his memory he was rarely targeted so unkindly, and the more important reason was that the person who spoke like this was Edgar , cute Dege would never ask such a question.

It hurts more than any cynicism, because it calls into question his loyalty—and there is nothing crueler to a loyal dog than a master's suspicion.

"Master Edgar," Gean's voice sounded like a sigh, "I will never betray you."

Gean seldom said such things before, but he was very firm when he said it, but this time it was different. He paused for a long time, so long that Edgar thought he would not answer, and only heard his slow answer.

"Is this something to think about?" Edgar didn't intend to let Gean go. He looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to see something in his eyes, but Gean's eyes were indifferent gray, that is, Edgar No matter how much Ge likes it, the cool color is just an indifferent cool color after all, it will never burn like the fiery red.

"Yes," Ge'an saw Edgar's eyes drooping, looking extremely disappointed, Ge'an felt that there were stones in his throat grinding his vocal cords, making it extremely difficult for him to speak, but he still said it: "This It is a question that needs to be thought about.” It is a question that needs to be carefully considered and treated with care.

Edgar stretched out his hand and tugged on his neckline. It seems that there is no need to be so particular about the collar that Gean has arranged so that Gean can see the whole end of himself, because Gean doesn't care much about it, and Edgar himself should care about it.But now he needs to breathe, he needs to breathe more comfortably, and he needs more oxygen, so that he can smoothly deal with the "bad information" that comes flooding up in his head.

"Okay, Ge'an, is that so?" Edgar put aside the previous topic, and concluded in a slow voice, "You were taken out of the prison by a person code-named 'Sea Rabbit' and sent here , killed another lobbyist who persuaded you to join their organization, and finally heard my voice when I was trying to get out in the tunnel? Did you find this place?"

Edgar thought to himself that all Ge'an's self-defense skills have been trained every day since he was a child. He can endure any pain and endure any torture.And the facts proved that this is indeed the case. Ge'an killed a not weak killer, and he was still struggling in the tunnel after the hallucinogen (the sea rabbit injected him with it to prevent him from escaping) did not lose all its potency. Up to now, Edgar has been found, which is enough to prove that he was strong enough to escape when he was in the prison, or compete with Haitu, even if he can't compete, then he will definitely be able to make a sound to attract the prison guards. opportunity to remain in prison.

Because he is in the prison, as long as the secretary of the Congress Bureau does not say that he wants to release him, then leaving in any way is a kind of escape.Just imagine, Ge'an's status in Aujin's family is no less than that of Butler Dort. He knows a lot of knowledge, and he knows much more than Edgar in life, so how could he not even know this kind of thing?And while he was able to stay behind bars.

Edgar bit his lower lip and said, "So is it true that you escaped from prison? Is it your default?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Ge'an said, "Yes."

Edgar stopped talking, he seemed to know everything about Ge'an.

They have been together since Ge'an was five years old, almost inseparable, and then Ge'an was arrested and taken to the detention center. Ge'an has told him everything that happened in the prison until now.It was obvious that he was honest and didn't lie a single word, but just like that, Edgar didn't know what else he needed to know next.

After all, there are some things that he can't ask, and Ge'an probably can't explain clearly either.Edgar intuited that there was something hidden about him.

Edgar waited for a while, during which Gyan kept looking at him, very serious and focused, Edgar could feel his nervousness, but of course, Edgar thought, Gyan was always very kind to him. Well, and hiding didn't necessarily mean hurt, even if he felt a tinge of hurt emotion.

Edgar got out of bed, and when he stood up like this, the afternoon sunlight could only reach his chest through the window, which made the boy's expression dim in the shadows.Edgar seemed to sigh, but he didn't seem to, he turned around silently, and walked out the door.

For a moment, a subtle look of disbelief appeared on Ge'an's face, and Edgar acted as if he was completely disappointed in him and determined to abandon him.

He gritted his teeth, staring at the door frame, staring at the invisible figure of the young master who had already walked out, as if he had a deep hatred, but when he looked carefully, there was no hatred at all, he was just holding on and refused to shed tears And the staring child.In short, he looked like he had been greatly wronged.

A few minutes after Dege left, Ge'an gradually restrained his expression and became expressionless.He slowly leaned his head against the wall, leaning against the soft quilt that still smelled like Edgar, his eyelashes trembled fragilely like a small butterfly flapping its wings slightly.

This is a trial.

Gann thought.

Because he has things that he doesn't want Edgar to know, and there are situations where he will not be honest. He thinks he is a loyal servant, but he hasn't even confessed to his master.

His status is very high, but it was all given to him by Edgar, without Edgar, Ge'an is nothing.However, this kind of self is ungrateful, even he himself feels that he is not as good as a delicate and beautiful watch dog in the hands of a lady.

Ge'an's thoughts were scattered, and he thought painfully of what his husband said - "You are in purgatory, one step forward will be karmic fire and thorns".

Hell, karma, sin...

What exactly are the taboos that the orientals often say that the gentleman mentioned?

——Is it Edgar's tears?

Or his loss?

Or his sigh?

Or the back of his departure?

What is it exactly?

If Edgar's disappointment is the fire of karma he has to walk through and the thorns to cut off, then when the husband asks him again at this time, how will he answer?

But no matter what, he deserves to be blamed!

"Oh!"

Ge'an's fist slammed horizontally against the wall beside him, and the people who walked to the door were caught off guard and were taken aback. Their retreating body hit the door frame with a muffled sound, and the warm liquid spilled all over their body, causing rapid and slight shock. voice.

Who?

...Master Edgar?

Ge'an opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Edgar standing by the door with an embarrassed expression. He didn't know why he went back and forth, and there was a dark mark on his body, which was the water mark from the water. I patted on the clothes to no avail, and shook it, as if it would shake off the spilled water.

"Edgar..."

"Here, take it." Edgar hurriedly took two steps forward, walked to the side of the bed, and sent the water glass forward in his hand. After Gean took it, he went to wring the water marks on his clothes, and it was actually spilled. Not much, but it's not pleasant to be wet and stick to the body. Of course, there is not much water, and nothing comes out in the end.

He glanced at Ge'an resentfully, and complained: "What are you doing, you startled me."

Ge'an is like a fool who doesn't know what's going on, waiting in a daze to be scolded by Edgar, as if this is the karma he will go through and the suffering he will suffer, but maybe in Ge'an's heart, this is probably Edgar's forgiveness His precursor—because Edgar went and returned—so it can also be regarded as the progress of what he really wanted in his heart.

"Ed..."

"What are you doing?" Edgar glanced at Ge'an first, and interrupted him. In his eyes, Ge'an was sitting under the quilt, obediently holding a glass of water in his hand, staring blankly at him.

"Drink," Edgar said softly, "here for you."

Ge'an didn't seem to understand what he said: "Give it to me?"

"Yeah," Edgar was amused, and he couldn't wring out his wet clothes, so he simply let it go. He sat next to Ge'an and asked him, "Is your throat still uncomfortable?"

Ge'an looked at him, and then he seemed to react, shook his head, and drank the glass of water.

"Master Edgar, I don't feel bad."

"Does it hurt?" Edgar asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Ge'an shook his head, saw Edgar looking sideways at him, and said half-truthfully, "Lie to me."

After Edgar finished speaking, he was neither angry nor sad, but quietly went to bed, sat cross-legged next to Ge'an, and said, "Ge'an, are you lying to me?"

"It's nothing, my young master." Ge'an smiled sadly, he could understand Edgar's meaning very well, the "lie to me" probably not only refers to the sore throat, but also something else.But he still pretended that he didn't hear it, and explained: "It doesn't hurt. I'm just a little dumb, and I haven't hurt all the time."

Ge'an's voice was extremely gentle, and it wasn't until this time that he finally realized that his young master Edgar didn't want to leave him angrily, nor was he completely disappointed in him—he even gave him a fresh drink. Drinking a glass of warm water to moisten his throat, even though he felt his deception, he still thought about himself.

Let me ask, is there anyone in this world who can compare to Edgar?How can you treat him like this?

"Gen, don't lie to me."

Edgar ordered him, but before he finished the command, his eyes were clouded.

This sounds sad, Edgar is very self-aware of himself, he believes that his intuition has always been accurate, although the people of Xinji Wright don't believe in these things in the Far East, but he has shed a little blood in the East. It doesn't necessarily feel right at all.

At the same time, Edgar also knows Ge'an very well. Ge'an's skills are always very good. If he really wants to leave, deceive Edgar, and plot him carefully, then he will always be tight.

In this hazy tear, Edgar couldn't see Ge'an, and couldn't see whether Ge'an had any relevant reactions, only a shallow and slightly fluctuating shadow.

"I kid you not."

Edgar heard Gean say this, looking at the outline of the movement, he seemed to want to reach out and stroke Edgar's head, but in the end he only raised his arm a little bit and put it back, "Dear Master Edgar, I don't want to touch Edgar's head. will lie to you."

I will never lie to you, never betray you.

Some words can't be said well, it's too complicated and long-winded, a little heavy, or too serious, so Ge'an chose to remain silent and silently added this sentence in his heart.

"Okay then." Edgar reached out and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and then planned to throw away those things he didn't want to think about and couldn't figure out, preferably in a corner where he would never see him again, he blushed Looking at Ge'an, I just want a promise about the future.

"Ge'an, about those people, how did you know them, when did you know them...I won't ask about these many things that I don't know. If you don't want to tell, I don't have to know. This is you freedom," Edgar said, "but everything that happens in the future, anything that happens in the future, as long as I want to know, can you let me know?"

Edgar probably didn't know what kind of emotion he had for Ge'an, he just simply felt that he was the person in the world who understood Ge'an best, the person who knew Ge'an best, no matter what it was, Ge'an and him would not have the same secret.

But now he finds out that this is not the case at all, Ge'an has more secrets than he thought, and he still can't ask anything.

But this is too arbitrary, Edgar thought again, it's actually not good for me to be like this.After all, isn't Ge An a living person?

What I can do, what I can get, can't Ge'an do the same?He is my knight, my bodyguard, he should have everything.Include secrets.

Edgar himself didn't realize how contradictory he was, his thoughts were like rivers converging from different places, and he was at the intersection, being pushed back and forth by various forces from different directions.

But one thing has to be said, the word knight is not commonly used in this era. In the early 600s, this word was simply a branch of arms. I don’t know when it was used more in the meaning of exclusive guards. I don't know when, saying this word will make Edgar feel a little unnatural.

It's the kind where you have to touch your face because it feels a little hot.

Edgar thought for a while, seeing that Ge'an didn't move or speak, he thought for a while, and then said: "It's okay, what I said is too weird. Ge'an, you don't have to do anything—"

Edgar's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Ge'an suddenly took his hand and kissed the back of his hand reverently.

Gean's lips were very dry and prickly, completely different from Edgar's smooth and delicate skin. The cute Dege didn't hate it at all. He also felt hot breath, sprayed on the back of his hand, and then seemed to seep into the skin , from the back of the hand to the wrist, the forearm, the big arm... All the way up, the heat spread to the top of his head, as if even the skin on his body became reddish visibly.Like a boiled shrimp like his brother Edward when he was drunk.

"Ge'an..." Edgar's voice trembled, and he himself was very surprised that there was a nasal sound, as if he was acting softly.

Edgar immediately shut his mouth, planning not to say a word again, at least not now.

"Okay. Let you know everything."

Gean said so, his kiss is not a courtesy, nor is it just respect, this hot touch is more like a solemn oath, and I promise him with my heart-I am your eternally loyal knight.

So at this moment, Edgar had no choice but to stretch out his hand, and could not help but hug him slowly.