Pokémon Breeding House Starting from Pirates.

The king's bedroom.

In this loving nest that was supposed to belong to the king and the queen, there was another naked man lying on the soft big bed.

In the man's arms is the queen, second only to him and above everyone else.

Of course, the person second only to the emperor is not the king, but the Pope, the man on the bed.

"Sir, how come you have time to come and play with me these days?"

The charming married woman stretched out a finger and moved it in front of the Pope's chest.

"miss you."

The Pope pursed his lips and reached out to pinch the Queen's chin.

The Queen was somewhat tempted and moved closer with her chin raised, but the Pope dodged her move.

He doesn't want to eat his own food.

"Where's Ichiro?"

The Pope stood up, put on elegant and luxurious clothes, and asked without turning his head.

The 'Icheng' he mentioned was the puppet king of Romania.

"That idiot is honestly handling the affairs of state."

The queen lay on the bed and twitched her toes with disdain.

She no longer had any feelings for her husband who had been with her for twenty or thirty years. After all, she had been defeated by the Pope more than ten years ago.

There was nothing she could do about it. She really couldn't continue to maintain her feelings for a man who had lost his self-awareness.

She had insisted, but the Pope made her very happy.

"You should help him occasionally. I haven't started training the next puppet yet."

The Pope shook his head helplessly.

After putting on his clothes, he walked outside, as if preparing to leave.

"Can Julio come and accompany me?"

The Queen asked as she looked at the Pope's departing back.

They both knew what "accompany" meant here.

Julio is the Pope's ethereal familiar, the blond, heterochromatic-eyed beautiful boy, a character who has completely opposite personalities in the novel and the animation.

In the animation, Julio is a perfect character with superb martial arts skills and a kind heart; in the novel, he is a ruthless tool with a hypocritical appearance and no martial arts skills at all.

"As for Julio-kun, I don't really like doing this kind of thing with a woman I have no feelings for."

The Pope certainly didn't mind the Queen's remarks.

After all, he didn't care about the Queen at all. He just treated her as a tool, a tool he didn't mind sharing with his most trusted familiar.

But unfortunately, he knew that Julio would not want to do that because the child had a serious obsession with mysophobia.

"Ok."

The queen responded with a bit of disappointment, then lay down to take a nap.

The Pope smiled and shook his head, then walked out of the bedroom.

The bedroom door closed, and the kind expression on his face instantly became stiff and numb, and his face twitched.

“It’s really tiring to keep smiling.”

He rubbed his cheek with his hand and sighed.

"How about crying forever?"

Suddenly, a voice filled with hatred and anger came from not far away.

The Pope looked in that direction and saw Yi Cheng, who was supposed to be handling official business downstairs, standing by the stairs and staring at the Pope with extremely resentful eyes.

It was as if he wanted to bite the Pope to death with his eyes.

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The Pope did not speak. He frowned and immediately became alert. His Adam's apple moved slightly and he swallowed lightly.

He is not sure now whether Yicheng regained consciousness on his own or someone helped him regain consciousness.

He was of course more inclined to the latter, as the Pope did not think Yicheng had that kind of willpower.

If there was, he wouldn't have hypnotized me with magic props for more than ten years.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you scared now?"

Yicheng grinned with a cruel smile, but his expression looked very stiff.

He walked towards the Pope, but his body movements seemed strange and uncoordinated.

This is because after more than ten years, he has almost forgotten these basic physical behaviors.

For more than ten years.

Yicheng was not in a deep sleep, but it was as if his consciousness was sealed in his mind.

He could see what was happening outside, what kind of decrees the Pope issued under the guise of his identity and status, and even see which cousin was having an affair with the Pope.

These two women who were also his husband would even go so far as to run up to him and have sex with him.

How could this not make Yicheng angry?

He could only watch it all and could do nothing.

Originally, he could feel that when his emotions fluctuated too much, the hypnotic effect seemed to be loosening.

Later, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the hypnosis, and finally he became depressed and desperate.

Until today, the true God has come.

He used his supreme power to tear open the shackles that had sealed him for more than ten years, saved him from danger, and gave him a chance for revenge.

It gave him the opportunity to take back everything that belonged to him and everything that belonged to the Pope before him.

Yicheng vowed to be a slave to the true God in the future.

But now, he wants this bastard in front of him to pay the price!

"You don't think you can kill it. Uh-huh"

The Pope looked at Yicheng who was slowly approaching and originally planned to speak to test the waters.

Suddenly, his neck was grabbed by a big hand, and his Adam's apple was crushed in an instant.

Blood flowed out of the Pope's mouth, and some of it flowed into his trachea and esophagus. It was a very painful feeling.

He reached out his hands to grab at his throat and kicked back with his legs in an attempt to break free.

but.

The Pope's outstretched hands only touched his neck, and his kicked feet did not hit anything.

'No?! Damn, what kind of power is this?!'

The Pope began to panic.

His eyes were filled with pain and anxiety, and his originally fair face gradually turned purple.

The Pope kept calling out to his familiar in his heart, but more than ten seconds passed and Julio still didn't come.

"Where's Julio? Has he been dealt with?"

The Pope didn't understand why Julio, who was supposed to be downstairs, didn't come over immediately.

When a contracted magician is hurt, the magic power in his body will react violently, and the familiar will be the first to detect the warning from the power of the contract and rush to the magician's side.

"Hahahaha, this is the power of God, idiot! You don't think you can resist the power of God!"

A complicated and crazy expression appeared on Yicheng's face.

There is both fanatical worship of that "God" and pleasure in seeing the Pope suffer such pain and get his revenge.

His spirit has been devastated by the past decade or so, and some problems have begun to appear.

"Are you looking for him?"

Another voice came from above the Pope's head.

At the same time, a bloody head appeared in the Pope's somewhat blurred vision.

Julio's head.

The expression on his face remained leisurely, as if he didn't even notice that his head had fallen off until he died.

The Pope has not yet responded.

next moment.

The Pope felt as if there was suddenly an extra foot on his head, as if someone was standing on him.

The increased force on his body caused the Pope even more pain.

But he didn't understand why he hadn't fainted after two or three minutes.

The blood in his throat never stopped flowing, and he couldn't breathe smoothly for two or three minutes, but he remained in this state without any change.

This is simply not something a human can do, and no magic can do this.

Perhaps only the legendary forbidden magic that has been lost can keep a person's body in a certain state forever.

"Welcome to the True God!"

When Yi Cheng saw the figure that suddenly appeared above the Pope's head, he immediately knelt on the ground and knocked his head on the ground without daring to raise it.

After all, in the many legends he had seen in the past, gods could not be looked directly at.

If you provoke the wrath of the gods, you will suffer very terrible things.

Yicheng didn't even care that there was a Pope in the direction he was kowtowing. This mentality is understandable.

After all, in his eyes, the Pope is already a dead man.

Kneeling before a dead person is not that hard to accept.

'Is Romeo dead?'

The Pope looked at the head in front of him and found out after careful examination that the connection between him and Romeo had been severed at some point.

Gradually, the Pope gave up struggling, and his once bright eyes turned into a dead gray.

He knew the end was certain.

He got into trouble with a being whose name, appearance, or even whether it was human was unknown.

He couldn't fight this being.

At this time, Dark was still strangling the Pope's neck with his telekinesis, and the power of Changpan under his feet was slightly running, keeping the Pope in a painful state of neither getting better nor getting better.

"My Lord God, this guy's head is so dirty, why not step on my head?"

At this time, Yicheng, who was lying on the ground, said something in a buzzing voice.

".I'm not interested in that. I'll teach you how to handle the rest, okay? I'm going to take this guy away."

Dak looked down at Yicheng.

There are so many people who admire Dark, and some of them are so fanatical that they seem to be sick, but there are not many people as fanatical as Yicheng.

Maybe in a few years or ten years there will be more.

"Sir, can you leave him to me for a while? A week, no, three days! Just three days will be enough!"

At this time, Yi Cheng mustered up the courage to ask boldly, but still didn't dare to raise his head.

".Don't kill him for me."

"Don't worry, sir. I will never let him die so easily. I will only make his life worse than death."

"Well, three days. No, I'll come back and take him away in a week."

Dak nodded and agreed.

In fact, he was planning to take him back and let Madara use the Eternal Mangekyō to cast a few illusions on the Pope, so that he would not be willing to cause trouble when he was under house arrest in the future.

But before that, let Yicheng destroy the Pope's will first, maybe the effect of the illusion will be better afterwards.

At the same time, this can also be regarded as a favor to Yicheng, which can make Yicheng more loyal to Dak.

Originally, Dak thought that among the future monarchs of the major kingdoms, the most trustworthy would be Dragon's disciple Wales.

But now it seems that perhaps this city of Ivory Coast is even better than Wales.

As a person with special abilities who possesses full-level wave power and full-level superpowers, Dak is of course well aware of how crazy Yicheng's loyalty and admiration for him has reached.

“Thank you my most merciful and forgiving God!!!”

Yi Cheng kowtowed three times excitedly, his head hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Even his scalp was broken and bleeding, but it could not stop Yi Cheng's actions.

"Okay, I'm leaving first."

"Bless me God!"