Abduct the Necromancer

It was quiet outside for a while, and then I heard the sound of armor colliding, and a strange voice said: "See Paladin, my subordinates are rude!"

"Get up. Why did you suddenly come in?" Miller asked.

The man replied: "Just now, my subordinates noticed that someone had entered the library. At this time, my subordinates were worried about some kind of small party, so I came in to have a look. I'm really sorry, but my subordinates didn't know it was adults..."

"It's okay, I just suddenly thought of a question and came to check some information."

"Your Excellency has worked hard, this subordinate will leave now."

"Um."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and it was quiet outside for a long time before Miller opened the door.

The sudden bright light from the magic lantern made Sherlock couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes. In his blurred vision, he saw the tall man kneeling on one knee in front of him, a big warm hand gently caressing his cheek. Cheek, asked in a steady voice: "Are you okay? Can you stand up?"

"you……"

"Get up first."

The strong arm helped Sherlock up, but he didn't know if he slipped his waist. The pain in Sherlock's waist made him unable to stand upright, so he could only half lean in the man's arms.The man didn't seem to mind being leaned on by him like this, and even saw his discomfort, encircling his body with one hand, freeing up the other hand to massage him.

The general heat flow penetrated into the psoas muscles, and the soreness was relieved immediately, and Sherlock could not help but let out a low moan.

"um. Thank you……"

"You're welcome. The emergency just now caused you to fall."

Miller's gentle tone made Sherlock feel strange.Are guardian knights all such good people?Discovered that the Necromancer sneaked into the Holy See not only did not hand over people, but also helped hide them?

Suddenly thinking of the random conjectures before, he pushed Miller away and stared at him. However, when he met the gentle eyes of the other party, he found that he could not meet these deep eyes. He could only look away with a blushing face, and said stiffly. : "You... why did you help me?"

Miller smiled, rubbed Sherlock's hair like a child, and said, "Go find the book you want."

Sherlock bit his lower lip, raised his head, tensed his body, stared at the man and asked, "Why help me?" He had to figure out what the other person was thinking, so as not to cause any trouble at that time.

Miller bent his eyes and smiled instead of answering. Sherlock knew he wanted to evade himself, so he grabbed his collar and growled: "Answer me! Tell me what you have in mind. I don't want to accept help in an unclear way, otherwise I'd rather you hand me over!"

The man seemed to want to avoid this question, but Sherlock's stubborn eyes staring at him made the man smile helplessly.

"...Like a child..." Miller sighed, rubbed his hair lightly, and gave the answer. "I'm helping you because of... this."

An unfamiliar breath invaded Sherlock's mouth, and the moist and hot touch on his lips took away all his thoughts.

The next moment, the slender fist swung out suddenly, but Miller seemed to have been prepared, and retreated lightly to avoid the attack.

Sherlock blushed and stared at the other party, the man's breath was still on his lips, so he couldn't help but wipe it hard.

"You bastard—"

"You insisted on me explaining why." Miller's tone was innocent, but then he crossed his arms and said very frivolously, "Come to bed with me, how about you read the books in the library?"

"Go to hell with me!"

"Hehe, really like a child."

"Bastard! Fuck me!" Although he was jumping in anger, Sherlock knew that he couldn't do anything to Miller. He calmed down and said, "Forget it, let me go!"

"Have you given up? I'm just joking with you. You can think of the books on the eighth floor and below as much as you want, just treat it as the price of 'this'!" Miller pointed his lips maliciously.

Now that the other party said so, Sherlock decided to look for what he needed openly, but he thought that the other party would follow him to monitor him, but in fact Miller spent most of his time reading his book at the same time. No matter what he was doing, just tell him not to set foot on the stairs leading to the ninth floor.

After staying in the library for an unknown amount of time, Sherlock could hardly keep his eyes open. At this time, the light in the room seemed to be much brighter. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a faint light could be seen from the sky.Sherlock was a little annoyed and didn't know if he should leave.It's just that I left without gaining anything, who knows if I can get in next time.

"Sherlock, are you okay? You look sleepy." Miller's voice sounded from behind, gentle and full of concern.

Sherlock was so bewitched by the voice that he let down his guard, lazily said: "Well... I'm so sleepy, but I haven't found the book I want yet." He yawned, pulled himself together and looked at the bookshelf again, "I want to look for it again."

But Miller put his hand over his hat, blocking his view.

"Don't look for it, rest first." Miller said, "Come with me, I will take you to rest, and I will let you look for it later in the evening."

Sherlock woke up with a shiver, "Huh? You...can you?"

"come on."

Miller burst into a smile, and the charming smile made Sherlock lose his mind for a moment. Inadvertently, his hand was already held by the man, and he was dragged away stumbled.

The place where Miller took Sherlock was the room he pushed Sherlock into at night, and when he lit the lamp in the room, Sherlock saw clearly that this was a bedroom with simple furnishings, except for a desk and chair, the most conspicuous The most important thing is the big bed in the center of the room, and there seems to be a bathroom further inside.

The soft bed felt very comfortable at first glance, and Sherlock found that his body seemed to be much heavier, and he wished he could jump on it right away and sleep soundly.

Miller put a key on the table and said: "You can rest here, the door can be locked, no one will enter this room, but you don't want to go out. I still have a key, if necessary, I will Open the door, I won’t come over until evening. There are some snacks in the cabinet, you can take them if you are hungry.”

"Uh, thank you..."

"Today is too sudden, tomorrow I will prepare food for you."

"It's okay, just... thank you." Sherlock said sincerely, what Miller did for him has far exceeded the value of that kiss, and he hasn't done anything wrong since that time. tease yourself?

But the man seemed to want to destroy his self-comforting thoughts, he evoked a smirk, leaned close to his body and said ambiguously: "Just saying thank you with your mouth is not enough?"

Before Sherlock could react, Miller had snuck the kiss with his quick hands.

Until the man left with a chuckle, Sherlock still stood there like a statue. After a long time, he came back to his senses, his cheeks flushed.

"Bastard, bastard!" He wiped his lips fiercely with his sleeve, trying to wipe off the breath left on it.

"It's too much! Don't think that you——you can—bastard! Bastard!" Sherlock kicked over the chair beside him, using the innocent furniture to vent his anger.

Throwing himself on the bed, letting his body sink into the soft big bed, he sighed.

It seems that that guy seems to be very interesting to him, but... well, a super handsome man like Miller is indeed irresistible, but the problem is to look at his thin figure, and then look at Miller's tall and strong figure, He didn't want to make it clear that he was being crushed!Not to mention the man's identity... and...

Sherlock touched the scar at the corner of his eye, pursed his lips, and buried his face in the quilt.