Otherworldly Lord

John Lant woke up from the darkness, opened his eyes, and the memory before he fainted gradually became clearer. Thinking of the black-haired youth who appeared in the lake and the stone that knocked him unconscious, the Golden Knight's face instantly became very ugly.

If this incident gets out, the glory of the Rand family for thousands of years will come to an end.Even if he finds out the Prince of the Demon Race and kills him with a single blow, he still won't be able to recover the face lost by being knocked unconscious by the stone.

For a moment, John Lanter even hoped that the black-haired and blue-haired man was really transformed from a monster, but even if he was knocked out, he could still clearly remember that he was a person, an out-and-out person who had nothing to do with a monster .

"Ugh……"

John sighed for a long time, and suddenly felt that his future life was cast in a gray shadow.

"Uncle, are you awake?"

John was lying on the bed, wandering in confusion at the crossroads of his life, when a child's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.The voice is very pleasant, full of curiosity.

John turned his head, and saw a three or four-year-old boy lying on the side of the bed, his chin resting on his two small hands, his big obsidian-like eyes rolling around, looking at him curiously.

"You..." The boy also has black hair, and looks very similar to the young man who knocked him unconscious with a stone. Obviously, there is a blood relationship between the two.

Seeing John staring at him blankly, the boy didn't speak, raised a hand and shook it in front of John's eyes, and said to himself: "Dad is right, this uncle knight is dumb and stupid Silly, it's fun."

Stupid, silly, really fun?

John Lanter looked at the boy talking to himself, not knowing what to say.He really couldn't figure out what the person who knocked him out and brought him back was thinking, how could he let such a young child approach him alone?Don't they fear that they will do the boy a disservice, or catch him and threaten them?

Although Sir Cavalier disdained to do such a thing, he still had a little sympathy for the child.The adults in this child's family are really irresponsible!

Lord Knight thought angrily, without realizing that there was something wrong with being a meat ticket but worrying about the child of the kidnapper.

"Uncle, why don't you speak?"

John cleared his throat, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, "Can you tell Uncle, where is this place?"

"my home."

"...Where is your home?"

"My home is my home."

The child looked at John with an idiot expression, and even reached out and rubbed John's forehead. The bag that Lance smashed out before touched it, and it hurt hot.

"Uncle, didn't you really get fooled by your father?" the child said worriedly.

John didn't know what to say, and wanted to sit up, but found that, except for the movement of his mouth and neck, his whole body was in a state of paralysis.How is this going?

John's eyes widened in shock, trying to move his fingers, but in vain.

"Don't waste your efforts." Another voice sounded in the room. Lance, the black-haired young man who had stunned John with a stone before, opened the door and walked in. The child beside the bed immediately cheered and ran towards the young man, pounced. Into the arms of the young man.

"Dad, are you done with your work?"

"It's done." Lance picked up the child, kissed the child's small face, and pressed it against the child's forehead, "Baby, listen to the maid, you come here after dinner, forget what Dad said Is it? Dad will be angry if you are not obedient."

"Dad." The child hugged Lance's neck in a fawning manner, and rubbed against Lance's neck like a milk cat, coquettishly: "Dad, I was wrong, I was obedient, don't be angry."

"Little clever ghost." Lance smiled, and walked to the bed with the child in his arms. Looking at the still shocked and unbelievable Sir Knight lying on the bed, he said kindly: "Don't worry, it's just because of the drunken fruit. It'll be fine in a day."

Pulling a chair and sitting down, putting the child on his lap, holding the child's troublesome little hands, Lance continued: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Lance Griland, and I am the lord of Griland. What is your name?"

"John Rant, a knight of the church." John turned his head and looked at Lance. Even though the young man knocked himself unconscious with a stone, he couldn't feel bad for him, he just felt depressed.

"John Rand?" Lance raised an eyebrow. "In the Church of Light, the Rand who specializes in producing bosses?"

boss?John looked at Lance, what is a big brother?

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "If you are really that Rand, will I catch a big fish in Temadi this time, or will I get into big trouble?"

"Dad, Beath said, don't swear!"

"Hey, son, dad was wrong." Lance smiled at the child flatteringly, then turned to John and said, "It was my fault that I knocked you out before, but you also peeked at me taking a shower, so we're even I'll let you go when the effect of the drunk fruit wears off, and you don't even think about revenge, otherwise, I'll find a kitchen knife and kill you right now!"

A row of veins popped up on John Lanter's forehead. What does it mean to peek at him taking a shower? !Would the golden knight of his dignified church do such an infamous thing? !

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence." Lance said to himself, leaning over and patted John on the shoulder, "Hurry up, swear to your great God of Light, you will not pursue what I did before Everything, and I will not take revenge on Gerryland, otherwise, I will wash, cook and take care of my children for the rest of my life!"

John wanted to be angry, really wanted to, but Lance's words made him weak, and he didn't even have the energy to be angry.He was inexplicably curious about Lance, what kind of person is this young man?How can there be such a strange character?

Lance didn't care what John was thinking, seeing that John didn't speak, he simply and spontaneously opened John's jaw, pulled his lips, and made a mouth shape of "swear".

John continued to be weak.

Who the hell is this!

Lance straightened up, hugged his son and smiled proudly: "Okay, Lord Knight, you can't go back on your word after you've made the oath, otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life doing laundry, cooking and raising children for my family."

Lance's laugh made John's heart beat faster, and a strange feeling began to hit his brain.This feeling is very strange, but not annoying.He silently looked at Lance and the child in his arms, and suddenly had a strange thought, perhaps, it would not be a bad thing to do what he said.

Then, he was instantly terrified by his own thoughts.

Seeing that John was silent again, the boy in Lance's arms clapped his hands, "Dad, uncle must have been fooled by you. If you hit him again, maybe he will become smarter and talk to me."

John: "..." Why did he think that this father and son would be more ferocious than the demons?

Lance and John didn't expect it at the time, but the joke-like oath they said casually turned out to be a prophecy.

One thousand and eight hundred years, the sea has changed.John Lanter looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror. All the memories emerged from the depths of his mind in a moment, and he was caught off guard. Everything in the past seemed to be vivid in his mind.

The black-haired young man who made his heart flutter, the cute boy in his arms, when he knew that the boy's mother had passed away, he was secretly happy...

All of this seems like it happened yesterday.

The young man was sick and gradually pale and weak. The boy helplessly held his hand and lay in his arms, unwilling to leave.

The church finally learned of the whereabouts of Prince Myers, and the archbishop personally brought people to Greeland... John wanted to protect the young man and everything about him, so he even lied to the archbishop, telling the archbishop that there is no devil there. traces of the clan prince.

To this day, John Lanter can still clearly remember that in the middle of the night that changed the fate of everyone, the young man pushed open his door, his pale face was flushed, and he told John that he had signed a contract with the demons, He would not leave his child to die alone.

"John," Lance stood in front of John, like an epiphyllum blooming in the night, which was about to wither in the blink of an eye, "I know what you have done for me and my child, but I can't go on like this. You With your responsibilities, your family, everything you're proud of, Greenland isn't where you should stay."

"Lance..."

"Leave." Lance smiled, just like he raised his glass to John during the Harvest Festival, telling him to clear up the past, just like when he was a good brother, "My friend, let's go."

John clenched his fists tightly. At that moment, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. He couldn't help but hugged the young man into his arms, hugging him fiercely, as if letting go, Everything he held dear was about to be lost.

"……I do not go!"

"John?"

"I'll stay." There was a strange light in John Lanter's eyes, which was a desperate determination, "Where is Prince Myers now? Tell me."

"John!"

"Don't worry, I won't tell the church." John smiled, took out the faith badge representing the God of Light that had been worn on his chest since birth, and crushed it, "From now on, I, John Rand, abandon me Faith, abandon my surname, and swear by my heart, to protect you and Greenland!"

With that said, John knelt down on one knee, took Lance's hand, and put his lips on the back of Lance's hand.

"I protect you! I swear!"

Darkness enveloped the earth. The golden knight of the Church of Light betrayed the God of Light and signed a contract with the demon prince. The brand of betrayal was stamped on him. Once the matter was discovered, he would become a sinner.But, for the obsession in his heart, he will never regret it!

"Yes, I don't regret it."

Old John stood up and walked to the window. Although he didn't get Lance from the beginning to the end, he didn't regret it!

The clock on the wall rang seven times. Old John stood up and straightened his collar. It was time for the lord to get up.Thinking of Song Mo, who had a very similar personality to Lance, a smile appeared on the butler's face.

Lance, this is your bloodline, your homeland, I will protect it for you, just like my oath to you.

Walking to the door, he opened the door and almost stepped on Xie An who was squatting by the door.

Looking at the demons squatting on the ground and drawing circles, Old John's face became ugly.He didn't understand what was going on with this Demon Race.Why do you keep pestering yourself?He had already clearly refused, and even beat him severely, but after the beating, this guy clung to him even tighter!

Could it be that, as the lord said, the demons are born to owe X?

Old John walked around Xie An, raised his leg and wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't take a step.Looking down at Xie An, who hugged his thigh tightly and smiled like a flower, the housekeeper only felt that one head was bigger than the other.

"open."

"Don't let it go."

"Don't let me beat you."

“你揍吧。”谢安笑着舔了舔嘴唇，“求揍！”

housekeeper:"……"

Xie An: "Honey, I knew you were reluctant, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Duke of the Demon Race was kicked flying, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and fell face down on the ground with a snap.

The butler withdrew his long legs, brushed off his sleeves, turned and walked towards Song Mo's room.

The lord is right, when it's time to take action, the demons really owe X to everyone!

In fact, when Song Mo said this to the housekeeper, he didn't mean to let him clean up the shameless Xie An... But who cares?At least, the housekeeper doesn't care.

Xie An raised his head from the ground, with two tubes of nosebleeds hanging from his eyes, his eyes were shining, it was strong enough and delicious enough, he liked it!

Well, the demons do owe X, the Great Lord Song decided to tell the truth.

As for Xie An's love path... It is really difficult to succeed in a revolution, and comrades need to work hard...