The First Law God Black History Handbook

Fredo helped carry Legston on his shoulders.

It was probably because Thurander's face was too ugly. Fredo glanced at him, and then explained as he walked, "He was bitten by a vampire bat and needs to be detoxified immediately."

"Thank you." Thrander had already guessed the reason.

The two walked for about half an hour, and arrived at a small yard.Fredo opened the door and went in, and put Legston in a room on the left, "I'm going to get the medicine, you don't move around here. The light in the yard can't last long, so don't open the door if anyone knocks. "

After Thurander agreed, Fredo turned and left.Thrander walked to the bedside to check Legston's expression, seeing that his breathing was still steady, he finally felt relieved.

The sky outside is similar to a thunderstorm with dark clouds covering the top. It is gloomy, and it is almost impossible to see much.Thrander stood at the door and watched for a while, and saw the small lantern hanging on the courtyard door swaying in the wind, and finally gradually went out.

It was getting darker.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Thrander heard the movement and hurriedly turned around to look.

Legston looked drowsy with his eyes half open.But he kept staring at Thrander, as if he was worried that the person in front of him would disappear.

Thrander walked quickly to the bed, soaked his handkerchief in the basin beside him, and helped Legston wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Be patient, Lord Fredo is going to get the medicine." I'll be back soon."

"What are you, cough, thinking about?" Legston managed to raise his hand and grabbed Thurander's hand holding the handkerchief. "I saw you at the door..."

Thrander paused, but did not immediately answer his question.It happened that there was a voice at the door, and it was Fredo who had returned.

He put the medicine he had retrieved on the bedside, and signaled Thrander to stay away. Then, regardless of Legston's weakness, he turned him over, lay face down, and took off his clothes.

Thrander took a step forward, wanting to help, but Fredo blocked him, "You can't touch it. This is a silverfish-eating beetle that only exists in our dark land, and it's very sensitive to light mages."

Legston was hissing in pain and gasping for air. Hearing what Fredo said, he also became anxious.

"I'm fine. Thrander, stay away."

Thurander looked at Fredo who was lowering his head to check the wound, thoughtful eyes flashed in his eyes, and finally he took two steps back and stood by the table by the wall.

After that, the only sound left in the room was the sound of carrion being devoured, and Legston's quick and slow breathing.

Listening to that voice, Thrander's heart gradually tightened uncontrollably, and he felt a vague sense of pain.

He didn't understand where this young man's obsession with him came from, but it was undeniable that this man really cared about him, and was even willing to protect him with his own life.

Although this young man is definitely not the only one who is willing to give his life for him in this world, but the young man on the bed is the only one who is neither relatives nor relatives, and has no interest/entanglement.

The sky of the Dark Demon Realm was always dim and pitch black, and Thrander couldn't judge how long time had passed or how long Legston's pain lasted.

It wasn't until Fredo stood up and carefully repacked the silverfish that Thrander moved his body, wanting to get closer to the bed.

"Wait a little longer. There should be some residual poison that hasn't been cleared out. I'll boil some medicine for him later, and you can feed him in half an hour."

Thrander stopped walking when he heard that, not knowing if he should continue to move forward.

Fredo packed his things. Seeing Thrander's dazed look, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What's your relationship with him? It can't really be a relationship between lovers, right?"

"No." Thrander denied without hesitation.

"Although I'm happy to hear such an answer, I don't think this one," he pointed at Legston, who was frowning and trying to open his eyes, "should not be too happy."

Thrander also noticed Legston's restlessness and struggle, so he didn't continue to hesitate, but immediately stepped forward to help him change from a face-down position to a side-lying position.

Perhaps this posture is more comfortable, Legston frowned slightly.

Fredo laughed and went out to make medicine.

By the time Thrander fed Legston the medicine and wiped the sweat off his body, a long time had passed.

Fredo visited them once during the period and gave Thrander a bottle of potion to drink if he couldn't bear it any longer; Thrander accepted it but didn't take it.

He had an intuition that something couldn't be easily tried.

Thrander lay on the other side of the bed, sleeping side by side with Legston.

It's not that he doesn't want to find another bed or room to rest, but that he really has no strength.

Furthermore, whether this place is safe or not, he is not [-]% sure.If something unexpected happens at that time, he wants to face it with this young man.

As the other party said on the way here, he wants to accompany him, walk together, and bear together.

The human biological clock is a magical thing.

Just like now, even though Thrander couldn't open his eyes at all, and his whole body, even his brain and soul were clamoring for pain and exhaustion, he still gradually woke up.

Then he saw a handsome big face with a smile.

Thrander was so startled that he wanted to get up, but he pressed empty with one hand and almost fell.

Legston hugged him, pressed him into his arms, and said nervously, "How is it? Didn't you hit something?"

"You...let go." Thrander was a little angry and embarrassed.

"Oh..." Legston carefully put him back on the bed in disappointment, blinked and said, "I saw you were in a deep sleep, so I didn't wake you up. Thrander, you took care of me for so long yesterday , must be exhausted. Just wait, I'll go down and find you something to eat."

There seemed to be countless bees buzzing back and forth in Thrander's mind, which made him have a splitting headache.But when he heard that Legston was going out, he managed to open his eyes and said, "No need. I'm not hungry, so don't go out yet."

Legston thought about it, and knew that Thrander was worried about his safety, so he didn't intend to go against Thrander's wishes at this time.

He sat up and looked around the room. He saw a kettle and their clothes on the table in the corner, so he got out of bed to find if there was anything else to eat.

Thrander closed his eyes and ignored him.

Legston processed the remaining food, turned around the small courtyard, and got familiar with the surrounding environment. Seeing that there was no danger for the time being, he came back and closed the door tightly, and fed Thrander a drink. Porridge, climb up again. Lie down on the bed holding Thrander.

Thrander was in a daze, feeling as if an extremely heavy stone was pressing on his body. At this moment, let alone making him move, even breathing was extremely difficult.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he held his breath and opened his eyes, only to see that next to his cheek, Legston was sleeping soundly.

The most hateful thing is that this man's hands and feet are all wrapped around his body, like an octopus, it's almost going to strangle him to death!

Thrander closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

After all, this is my savior, right? I can't really kick him down, not to mention his current physical condition can't kick such a strong young man.

So Thrander turned his face away, trying to stay away from the other person's mouth and nose, and then tried his best to reach out and grab the old bowl on the bedside stool.

"Snapped--"

There was a crisp and somewhat piercing breaking sound, and Legston, who was holding Thrander, was shaken and immediately sat up and drew his sword.

"It's me." Thurander gasped, with a little sweat on his forehead, "Leggston, if you don't want me to change the room again, then control your behavior, huh?"

Legston's gaze moved down slowly, and finally settled on Thrander's blue eyes that were still as bright and beautiful as spring in the dim sky.

He nodded blankly, and layers of joy flashed across his eyes after Thrander fell asleep in peace.

——Sure enough, you are different to me.

Thrander... my Thrander.

Legston lay down, this time his sleeping posture was upright and regular, which was the standard elegant sleeping posture of nobles.

He turned his head slightly, staring at the sleeping face who was close at hand, with a wish-fulfilling smile on his face.

All the effort is just for a place in your heart.

Thurander, I love you, I love you hopelessly, you will never know how much I love you, how much I long for you.Even if it's just a little pampering from you, I'll be so excited that I'm about to die...

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Legston had a fever.

When Thrander realized this fact in a daze, the sequelae of not having a good rest in the past few days broke out completely, and he even developed a fever along with it.

Fredo couldn't imagine that he had only been on duty for a day, and when he came back, he saw two dying patients.

"Isn't there a medicine left for you?" Fredo found the tube of medicine and fed it to Thrander with his chin.

"Cough, cough, cough." Thrander choked on water, and Fredo smoothed it out with the warm water beside him, frowning tightly, "Are you worried that I will poison you?"

Thrander managed to breathe a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and did not speak.Seeing this, Fredo put him back on the bed and wanted to see Legston, but Thrander grabbed his hand.

"Don't touch him."

Thrander spoke in a low and serious voice, beyond doubt.

Fredo withdrew his hand and looked down at the mage in surprise, "Why is that? Your Excellency Thrander?"

"You know." Thrander didn't look up at him, but lowered his eyes, and said in a moderate voice, "I want to see your master. I know he's here."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"You have understood." Thrander suppressed/discomfort welling up in his body, gritted his teeth and said the following words, "You just said 'you'. Your Excellency Fredo, what is the reason for your dark The dark emissary of the demon world used the honorific title of 'you' to my dying mage of light?"

There are only ten dark emissaries in the dark demon world, all of whom directly serve the God of Darkness.Even the seven demon kings are not qualified to order them.

Their status is so respectable, and their strength is second only to the God of Darkness.

As far as Thrander knew, the Dark Emissary was also appointed and chosen from birth.They are the guardians and law enforcers of the dark demon world, and no one can replace them.

"So you know my identity." Fredo straightened up, his eyes condescending, "It seems that you are indeed the person the master is looking for. I was still suspicious..."

"It won't do you any good to destroy me!" Thrander gritted his teeth, and his fingers could not restrain himself from grabbing the quilt under him.

"I don't know if it's good for me. But it must be good for the master." Fredo stepped back a few steps, sat on the stool next to him, with a happy expression, "You are a mage of light. A citizen of the dark world I will not accept that the master has a teacher like you, but if you become a dark mage, it will be different."