prince and his shield

Steve, who had taken on several jobs in a short period of time and was still cheerful and unaware of crisis, got up early and ran around the lake in a nearby park for two hours.Went back to take a shower, watched the morning news, ate bread and fried sausage, and drank a glass of milk.

Take the other copy you made, take the key and go out.

The female neighbor is waiting for him.

"Good morning." Steve was a little surprised.

"Good morning. No, it's not... just, that, before," she blushed, "I'm sorry."

Steve waved his hand: "It's not a big deal."

"I shouldn't have misunderstood you." The female neighbor was very embarrassed.

"It's okay." Steve gripped the paper bag and locked the door sideways.

"So, you are working for Roy now, right?" the female neighbor suppressed her excitement.

"I'm sorry. You know, I can't say much about work." Although Steve felt that the female neighbor had no bad intentions, he still didn't explain it clearly.

"Yes, yes, I know. It's for Roy's benefit, I know." The female neighbor quickly explained, "I'm just...sorry, do you understand?"

Steve closed the door and looked at her.

... what do you know?He doesn't understand.

But I always feel that nodding is fine.

"I'm going out first." Steve shook the bag in his hand, "Bye. haveaniceday—"

"Uh, bye--" The female neighbor squeezed her hands and put them down again, looking at his back with a troubled face.

Steve has already gone down one floor, and he rarely takes the elevator.

"Hey, you know that Roy belongs to everyone, don't you?" The female neighbor couldn't hold back, and rushed to the stairs, loudly.

Steve paused and looked up: "...ok. I, got it."

"Bye—" The female neighbor smiled brightly, turned and left.

Steve patted the handrail and continued down.

belongs to all?This is new news.

But Royston does have a likable magic.

Even if he is very incomprehensible, or in other words difficult to see through?

……

The hunger burns from the stomach to the brain, the eyes are swollen, the brain is dizzy, and everything is dyed red.

"Everyone is going to die." Crowley clung to himself, as if he was going to strangle himself to death.

He wanted to laugh at the tongue that was out of his mind, stupid snake.But he couldn't laugh, something stirred in his chest, and it hurt like tearing.

"..."

"You should stop. You know you can't kill her. They're off to get holy water - get away with me," Crowley was yelling.

"What? Give me a bath?" He mocked, his voice seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

"Can't you see what you look like now?!"

"Go away - Crowley." Of course he could see it, but it was just blackened.

"Royston, you've fallen! Did you know that?!" Crowley yelled into his ear.

"Oh—did you know that?"

……

"You broke my mouth!"

The pure and pure water poured on his body was like sulfuric acid, and his bones were howling. Royston struggled to wake up.Hearing a voice in a trance, he fell silent again.

The person who fell on him blushed, "Hold... sorry, I just fell down."

He wiped his mouth hard and glared at him.

"No one can know about this! Including Barnes, when can you not tell him everything?" His voice sounded distressed, "Do you like him? You said that I will definitely support you."

"……I like you."

……

Limbs and bones twitched for a while, severe pain hit like smashing and reorganizing, and the back was torn and healed.Royston opened his eyes suddenly, cursed God, took a big breath, and his back felt cold.

The nightmares caused him to have a splitting headache, and he hugged the quilt and sat up.

How long has it been since you had a nightmare?It really is a big psychological shadow.

Close your eyes, roll your lower lip up, and bite your teeth together with increasing force until blood oozes.

His lips were hot and numb, and he didn't let go until his body stopped trembling.Looking at the transparent window next to the bed, you can see the cliff facing the sea.

Wiping his mouth casually with the back of his hand, he stretched his back.

"Shuh—"

From the shoulder blades, a pair of wide bat wings spread out suddenly.

He rubbed his left shoulder and stretched his right shoulder.The wings are stretched to the maximum extent, and the wingspan is roughly four meters.

Turning back and forth from side to side, I was sore from sleeping.

Some strips under the blue quilt twisted a little, and because of his movements, some of them got out of the corners of the quilt, revealing the four-cornered structure like the tip of a spear.

Lifting the quilt, Roy walked to the window.

The bat wings are folded on the back and have a black luster in the morning light.He raised his hand to caress the side, rubbing the membrane with a good feel, and flicked the tail behind him, making a small sound of breaking through the air.

After looking at it for a long time, he yawned, and two sharp white teeth were reflected in the window.

The rose-red eyeballs were so bright red at the moment, as if blood had clotted inside.

White, red, and black are all clearer, like the evil eyes in oriental scrolls, which should not exist in reality.

The tail swayed lazily and curled behind him, Royston lowered his eyebrows and stared at the cliff.

In the eyes, there is a dark and thick pure malice surging, like a hungry person or a beast driven into a corner.

The turbid malice surged for a while, and gradually, slowly faded away.

The eye color like liquid blood returned to a mineral-like clear red.

Royston clicked his tongue.

Flicking his tail, he lazily put on a dark blue pajamas on his naked body, casually tied a belt around his waist, and walked towards the bathroom.

Take a hot bath.

When the doorbell rang, Royston raised his eyebrows and stopped.

"Mr. Bowen, are you awake?"

Sure enough, Royston squinted.

Steve stood at the door with a homemade breakfast.

He didn't yell stupidly like he did at the beginning, after all, the loudspeaker in the room would transmit the sound very clearly.

"Move your face away, I don't want to look at it." A gloomy and unfamiliar voice sounded, and Steve froze for a moment.

Through the pager, Royston's voice is more like the car navigation.

"...Mr. Bowen, you have a schedule today." Steve took a step sideways, pinched his fingers, and crumpled the paper bag.

"Stay outside, the partition on the car is raised." Royston said impatiently, "Speak no more, and I don't want to hear your voice."

Steve stood up straight, took a step back, and looked in the direction of the second floor of the villa.

The curtains were drawn tightly.

He turned around, got in the car, sat down, and threw the paper bag on the passenger seat next to him.

Holding the steering wheel with his hands, he pursed his lips, found the button, and raised the partition of the rear seat.

Royston looked at the caller that was smashed by his own tail after a glance in front of him, kicked it with his foot, and rubbed his temple.

This state...doesn't seem suitable to go out.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he sneered and stepped on the broken beeper.

Lazily tidying himself up, Royston looked at the tooth marks on his lower lip, licked it, and raised his wings.

The claw on the tip of the wing bone scratched a big fork on the mirror, smiled, and he scratched and pulled it twice, and the whole mirror was shattered.

After admiring it for a while, he shrugged.

After finishing the wings and tail, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Peace...that's really unpleasant.

He slightly raised his eyelids, looked at the person in the window, raised his lips, and blew a kiss.

……

Steve waited in the car for a long time, pointing his fingers at the steering wheel. He was always very patient, but now he was a little irritable.

Is it because of the cold voice just now, or the undisguised disgust inside and out of the words... Probably both.

The door opened, and Steve tilted his head to look out the window.

A man in a black suit, wearing sunglasses and a hat, walked towards the car carelessly with shaky steps.

Steve frowned slightly, saw the paper bag on the co-pilot, picked it up, and stuffed it into the partition in front of the co-pilot.

The rear door opened and a person got in.

Steve's gaze slid back to the front, and he saw the displeasure on his face as he passed by the rearview mirror.

Dazed for a moment, he loosened his frowning brows and moved his jaw.

Calm down, Steve.You are an adult.

"Let's go." The voice was cold.

Steve opened his mouth to respond, then closed his mouth sullenly when he thought of what he said before, and started the car in silence.