duke and writer

"Lord Thunder Lion..." Palos knelt on one knee, his tense shoulders trembling slightly.

The young Duke got off his horse in silence, and walked straight to the boy who was looking at him in astonishment, "An Mixiu..." He stretched out his hand to grab the other's arm, but was backed away, his heart sank heavily, and he forcefully said Pulling the man's wrist, "Follow me."

An Mixiu didn't move, still trying to break free.

"What kind of mood are you getting into at this time?" Lei Shi angrily tightened his hand, "Come with me quickly, do you know where this is?"

"... getting emotional?!" The young man laughed suddenly, "As expected of the future Duke, human life is nothing more than a trifling matter to you—what is going on here, I think you are much clearer than this."

"Are you really desperate?! To be seen in this kind of place..."

"My life, whoever wants it can take it." An Mixiu sneered, but his eyes suddenly blurred into a swirl of colors, which made people dizzy.

When the field of vision was clear again, it was that nasty guy taking pictures of the withdrawal notice in front of him again.

"I want you to leave immediately..." he said, "or else you can see me at the stake."

As a result, the young writers did not argue as they remembered, but just clenched their fists wordlessly and waved them over.However, before the fist landed on the ground, his feet suddenly emptied, and he didn't even have time to exclaim, and his whole body fell instantly.

An Mixiu struggled in panic in the mid-air where he had not landed, and closed his eyes tightly in fear. In addition to the howling wind when he fell, it seemed that someone else's voice was faintly mixed in his ears, and he had no time to pay attention to it.Gradually, perhaps because of falling for too long, the falling speed began to slow down, and the wind in his ears also began to slow down, and he finally noticed other sounds——

"...I hope you like this gift in return, my friend." The magnetic voice still has the youthfulness of youth and the unique cadence of nobles.

Suddenly, An Mixiu opened his eyes, only to see bits of fine snow falling with him in the air.With the continuous falling, the distant ground began to become clear, and he saw the familiar building again, and saw the window on the first floor that was pushed open—a lamp hung on the brass handle. The warm and smoky lantern illuminated a face with lively eyebrows...

He felt as if he had turned into a sheet of snow, falling on a row of fine eyelash feathers, wrapped in the steam from the hot tea in the room and melting into a drop of water, which suddenly dripped again.

But this fall no longer frightened him, as if he had a premonition, and he was sure that he would never be injured.Afterwards, he was finally firmly wrapped into a warm and thick embrace——

"My friend, I didn't expect the holiday to be so difficult." The clear voice was a little low and hoarse because of suppressed emotions, "It's a pleasure to meet you again." He felt the short hair beside his ears being blown by the warm breath , like the gentle wind of early spring.

The moment he opened his eyes, he didn't have time to discern reality, he only felt warm liquid quickly slipping down the corners of his eyes, slipping into the rugged path in the ear, and wet the hair on his cheek.

"Ah, are you awake?" A frivolous voice sounded nearby, "It's so pitiful, why is it so sad to dream about?"

When he squinted his eyes to see the person coming, An Mixiu jumped out of the bed regardless of the weakness of his torso. He clenched his fists and was about to pounce on him, but after a few steps, he was pulled by a force. Steady, almost fell to the ground.

"Bastard, what's going on?!" The young man asked angrily, touching the shackles on his ankles in disbelief.

"Master Lei Shi has something to go out for a while," Palos still had a pissed off smile, squatted down and looked at the young man sitting on the ground and said kindly, "So I entrusted me to take care of the junior for a few days."

"Don't call me that." Mr. Writer glanced at the other party coldly, "Where is this place? What are you guys trying to do?"

"The secret room in the study, obviously, it's useless to escape." Standing up against the wall, the white-haired man tilted his head towards An Mixiu, "By the way, you can tell me what you want for breakfast."

"No need," the young man said with a half-smile, "Your appearance has already made me lose my appetite."

"Hahahaha," Palos pushed the door open with a smile, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and wink at the glaring young man, "I just asked casually, and I didn't really prepare your share. do not be angry."

Throwing the iron chain in his hand to the ground viciously, An Mixiu was so angry that he almost gritted his white teeth.

……

In the camp with the bonfire burning, the battle flag with the totem of the griffin fluttered in the wind.

"—My lord, there is a letter from Wangcheng."

"... Let's get here first today," Lei Shi straightened his body, and threw the porcelain block in his hand back to the sand table, "According to what I said, it will be as usual for now."

Stretching the back of his neck for a moment, he sat down and took the scroll handed over by his personal guard, skillfully unfolded the letter, and read the few letters for a long time before he approached the candle to light it.

Except for being angry on the first day, he ate a lot these days... Lei Shi looked at the ashes left after licking the fire tongue in the copper basin, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

In just a few days, the news that the rebellious Prince Regent was lobbying all over the country to attack the Papal State has spread all over the country, and the Holy See was even shaken by it. The Pope even threatened the King to suppress the rebels within a time limit by suspending the sacrament.The young king ordered the marquis whose fiefdom was closest to the rebellion to gather an army. The marquis' son Perry led the army to fight on the grounds that his father was old, but when the two armies were at war, he suddenly turned against him and led a large number of troops resolutely into the rebel army. subordinate.

The thin bone china splashed and split into sharp fragments on the marble floor. The boy took the crown from his soft blond hair and threw it on the seat, then kicked the leg of the table in frustration.

"Your Majesty, there are no other eyes and ears here." The tall bodyguard squatted down and fiddled with the debris on the ground boredly, "There is no need to fight so hard."

"No, Red," Garderos curled his lips in displeasure, "I'm really angry."

"Eh?--"

As soon as he thought of the triumphant look of that man's rebellion, he wished he could lead the king's teacher to wipe out all those guys.

Watching the king sitting on the desk indecently shaking his legs, the words to persuade the other party to pay attention to their manners were brewing in Montezuma's mouth for a long time.

As soon as her heart moved, she immediately turned her head and looked at the man squatting shyly in a ball. "Rayder, what do you look like?" She frowned slightly and scolded, "You must pay attention to your manners in front of His Majesty."

"Okay, Zuma." Reid immediately smiled and stood up when he heard the words.

"Zuma, don't be so strict." The young king shrugged and still sat on the table.

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

"According to the news from Leishi, those old things in the east who only know how to court the Holy See have finally been cleaned up. Our Lord Pope really can't sit still this time." Garderos held a stick between his fingertips. Zhang wrote a note and snorted softly, "The Knights Templar are coming to the capital, we need to 'properly' arrange the relevant reception matters."

"It's not just the Knights Templar, Your Majesty," Montezuma reminded, "The men led by the presiding judge are also on their way."

"—The Inquisition?"

"That's right, it's them."