Dancing is not allowed on the grave

That night they were on the bay window, it was pitch black at first, the flustered noises of waiters could be heard from outside the room, the teacups and teapots were jingling everywhere, while Searle was panting in Lancelot’s arms, and he tried his best to keep his voice down. The sound, but it is still clear in the dark space, and even the echo is heard as an illusion.

It was like having an affair in a classroom where the power suddenly went out.

Everyone is in a hurry, only the two of them are doing some shady things in the corner.

During the period, the bookshelf also knocked on the door.

"Master Demon King, His Royal Highness? Are you asleep?"

Syl clenched the hem of his pajamas tightly, looking at the person in front of him with moist eyes in bewilderment.

Lancelot pulled out his gag with a low smile, and replied to the door, "What's wrong?"

Hitting hard and heavily, Syl was unprepared and groaned, almost dying of shame on the spot.

Fortunately, there was chaos outside, and the bookshelf didn't hear the movement inside, but continued to explain the situation to Lancelot, "The light element crystals lighting up the palace have somehow gone out, and now it's pitch black everywhere, and everyone can't see it. "

"Got it, I'll take care of it."

The bookshelf who got the reply finally left in peace.

He always felt that there was something wrong with Lord Demon King's voice tonight.Although Lancelot's voice is deep and magnetic on weekdays, it has never been like tonight—with a certain hoarse and indulgent voice, which makes people think about it.

And the articulation is not clear, it's almost like talking to the outside with something in your mouth.

Could it be that Lord Demon King is eating the meal delivered to the room in the afternoon?

Speaking of which, why is His Royal Highness completely silent...

Before the bookshelf could even think about it, soft light poured in from outside the palace, and the crystallization of light elements restored the illumination.

The hall was in a mess, and the brown liquid in the teacups and teapots dripped all over the floor.

The bookshelf didn't care about thinking about that anymore, and hurried up to help clean up the mess.

At this time, the scene in the room was not much better.

The gauze curtain was pulled into a ball by Searle, and the light fell on the bay window without any cover.

As soon as Searle lowered his head, he saw Mr. Demon King's handsome face lying on his chest, his eyes were lowered, and his expression was actually focused and pious, and he couldn't tell that he was doing something shameful.

Lancelot did not restore the light element crystal to its strongest brightness, and it fell into the palace with a hazy twilight.

However, Syl has a fair complexion, and even under this kind of light, she can clearly see the beautiful red marks on her body.

Searle only felt his ears warm for a while, and when he heard that the bookshelf outside the door had left, he pushed the person in front of him gently, annoyed, "Lancelot."

The abominable Demon King had just thrown a stone into someone's well, and almost made him cry out.

"Huh?" Hearing the boy in his arms call his name directly, Lancelot raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes, "What did your Highness call me?"

There was a dark color in his eyes, as deep as a black hole, capable of sucking Syl's soul into it.

Syl turned away from looking at him, and was a little angry, repeating Mr. Demon King's name, "Lancelot."

Lancelot lowered his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, bit his lips and teeth slightly, and heard Syl gasp in surprise.

He slowed down again, licking gently with the tip of his tongue, persuasively, "Your Highness, what do you call me?"

However, his little prince would never bow his head to the evil forces. Syl rolled his Adam's apple and still called him, "Lancelot."

His Royal Highness refused to admit defeat, and would inevitably be punished by the Demon King again and again. Syl's eyes were red with discomfort, and he was still muttering and refusing to give in, "Lancelot, you bastard Demon King... "

Lancelot was almost amused by his appearance, stopped teasing Searle, and coaxed him with soft kisses, "Yes, I'm an asshole."

Syl stared at him with flushed eyes, but was almost melted by the smile in Mr. Demon King's eyes.

"Your Highness is right in everything."

Searle was tense, but not tense, bent his eyes and buried his face in Lancelot's chest, and called him mischievously, "Uncle Lancelot."

The devil's eyes darkened, and a pair of huge black wings stretched out from behind, and slowly closed forward, completely enveloping the boy in his arms into the shadow.

That night, the bay window of His Royal Highness's room was covered with black feathers—all of them were pulled down by him.

In the dream, Syl saw the former Nathaniel.

Snow White House, sky blue dome, bright yellow spire, surrounded by snow-capped Dragon Mountains.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

An anxious cry came from the waiter in the garden, and his consciousness followed his body in the dream to climb up a round well.

The well water reflected the face of His Royal Highness the young prince, full of vigor and vitality, as bright as the rising sun in the morning.

The little prince got into the wooden barrel by the well and held his breath until he heard the footsteps of a group of guards passing by in the garden. He came out lightly, patted the water stains on his body, and walked to the low wall made of red bricks.

The people in Nathaniel are very friendly, even the palace has only a symbolic low wall around it, and even the underage prince can't stop him.

He climbed over the low wall and landed lightly on the grass outside the palace. As soon as he took a step, he was picked up by the collar from behind.

"Your Highness, I've caught you again."

His Highness turned his head and saw that the person who came was wearing heavy armor, holding a heavy shield and a battle ax in his hand, he was the captain of the guard in the palace.

The captain of the guard was very tall. His Royal Highness was lifted into the air by him, and he could not even touch the ground with his feet, so he gave up the resistance listlessly.

"Where does your Highness plan to sneak away?"

His Royal Highness groped around on his body, and took out an oiled paper package from his pocket, "This is the meatloaf that Winnie just baked today, I want to take it to the little fox to taste."

Others waved their hands in mid-air, "It's all skinny, it's just that big."

His Highness frowned distressedly, "Ronald, just let me go, otherwise the little fox will starve to death."

Ronald was very helpless, "Your Highness, you just went there yesterday. The fox will find something to eat by itself, and it won't die of hunger."

His Royal Highness did not speak, but looked up at Ronald with beautiful eyes.

Three seconds later, the captain of the guard was defeated.

"Okay, then I'll go with you."

The little Highness was put back on the ground, and he did not forget to tell Ronald majesticly, "Don't show your face when you enter the mountain at that time, the little fox will scare you away."

"Yes, Your Highness."

From Nathaniel's palace to the snow-capped mountains, you need to go through the bazaar.People wear cloaks to protect them from the wind and snow, and sell fresh fruits and vegetables, meat, wine and delicacies under tarpaulin tents.

Ronald changed into civilian clothes and followed His Royal Highness, who was wearing a cloak to cover up his dress, through the crowd.

His Highness walked very fast all the way, until he heard the smell of barbecue coming from the side of the road, he stopped suddenly, stopped in front of the barbecue stand, and took off his cloak.

"Uncle, give me a bag of roasted rabbit meat."

"Okay." The boss quickly took a roasted rabbit from the grill, and used a knife to cut down the roasted and crispy rabbit meat. "Three copper coins."

When he wrapped the rabbit meat in oiled paper and handed it over, he saw the face of the boy with his head down looking for copper coins in his purse. He hesitated for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Your Highness?"

The little highness was taken aback, and quickly put on the cloak.

He really couldn't turn over the copper coins, so he had to find a gold coin to pay the bill.

"No need, take it if your Highness likes it." The boss confiscated the gold coins, and only stuffed the roasted rabbit meat into His Highness's pocket.

How could His Royal Highness accept other people's things for nothing, so he just put on a serious face, grabbed the boss, and stuffed the gold coins into his palm.

But the boss refused to accept what he said, and the two were at a stalemate. People who set up stalls around heard the movement and came over to watch the excitement. After watching, they found His Royal Highness who had sneaked out of the palace.

"It's His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Your Highness has left the palace?"

"Your Highness, these are the grapes just picked this morning, you take a bunch."

"The radish just dug in the ground, Your Highness, taste it..."

Finally, when His Royal Highness left the market, his cloak was full of fresh fruits and vegetables. He was a little distressed, and turned to Ronald and asked, "Do foxes eat these?"

"Don't you want to eat it?" Ronald picked up a round apple from His Royal Highness's cloak and took a big bite, reaching out to touch his curly hair. "It seems that everyone likes His Royal Highness very much."

His Royal Highness, who took the free food but didn't pay, kept a serious expression on his face, "The next time you leave the palace, you can't be discovered again."

……

When Searle woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Lancelot lying on his side beside him, the collar of his black shirt was open, revealing a section of cold white skin.

"Are you awake?" Her voice was hoarse, still carrying the lingering after-indulgence.

Syl looked away, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, and then said, "You promised to take me back yesterday."

"So anxious?"

Silence was silent and did not answer.

Lancelot has just returned to the underground world, so he must stay here for a while, and he has to go back to the cemetery to deal with the matters on the ground, and if he drags on, Searle is afraid that he will be reluctant to leave.

Lancelot pressed over and planted a kiss on Searle's lips, got up as promised, put on his windbreaker, and sent him back to the cemetery.

When the two left the palace, they did not appear outside the portal through which they were teleported in, but in an inconspicuous corner on the other side of the magma river.

In the distance, Syl heard a violent muffled sound coming from the other side of the river bank. He followed the sound and saw a group of skeleton guards, led by the bone dragon, perseveringly hitting the gate.

Among them, the huge skeleton heavy armor captain holding a bone shield and a battle ax should be the Ronald he saw in the dream.

Syl wanted to go up to say hello, but before he could take two steps, he was picked up by the Lord Demon King and flew away from the bank of the magma river.

When Syl was walking in the dungeon, he only felt that the surroundings were pitch black, and he didn't get a glimpse of the whole picture until he was in the sky. It turns out that the underground world is not completely dark, but it is too vast to see the distant light in the darkness.

Lancelot stopped over a spot of light, "Want to go down and have a look?"

Syl glanced down and found that the light came from warm yellow kerosene lamps.

"What is this place?"

"The bazaar of the underground world."

Lancelot hugged him and landed on the ground, retracting his huge black wings. The undead who set up a stall saw the young man who was put down by him, and the soul fire in their eyes was shaking, and they surrounded him in disbelief.

After a long time, a voice broke the silence, "Ah, it's His Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness is back..."

In the end, when Syl returned to the cemetery, he was carrying a cloak of special products from the underground world, the kind that didn’t cost money.