Little Priest's Cat Diary

Are you trying to destroy Portoyas?

The isolation of the room is very strong, and the thick stone walls block the hearing and vision of everyone outside.

There are only two people in the room, no, there is also the shadow of the king who has lived for ten years standing quietly in the shadows, as before, as if he does not exist.

Even in front of King Davies, General Antiste, or should I say High Priest Itit, still looked sluggish.

He sat lazily on the cedar wood armchair, leaning on the soft cushions, with one long slender leg lifted up and resting on the lap of the other leg.

He clasped his hands and placed them on his chest.

Especially with his head still on one side, looking at King Davie from a squinting angle.

That unrestrained appearance made it impossible for people to think that this person was the noble and elegant High Priest in the sacrificial ceremony.

King David was sitting in the upper seat, looking down at Itit who was sitting on the lower side, his eyes were piercing, not angry but majestic, and the powerful oppressive aura emanating from him enveloped the entire room.

If it were other noble ministers, they would have knelt down in panic and begged for forgiveness.

However, Yitit didn't seem to feel the power emanating from King David at all, and he still sat in that unmannered posture, and even made a louder sound.

"Why?... Heh."

He looked lazy, and the corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc.

"My lord, are you insulting my IQ or your own IQ by knowingly asking this question?"

His tone was still as vicious as usual, or it could be said to be even worse than before.

"What? Your fatherly heart has overflowed into your head, has it soaked it all—"

The last word could barely be pronounced, and Yitit, who had been lowering her eyes casually, suddenly raised her eyes.

His awe-inspiring gaze shot out from the gap in his forehead, shooting towards King Davie above like a sharp arrow.

King David's sense of coercion that enveloped the entire room suddenly stagnated.

He looked at Yitit's awe-inspiring eyes staring at him, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He watched the grown-up child with his own eyes, and it was the first time in so many years that he looked at him with such eyes.

His chest felt a little tight.

"Itit..."

He sighed lowly.

"I know Pastor made a big mistake."

Speaking of the crown prince, King Davie's eyes became more complicated.

"However, Yitit, you should also know the current situation in Portoyas. Although I have tried my best to make it stronger, the foundation is not stable after all. The right side is surrounded by foreign enemies whether it is land or sea. The so-called friends on the left The country has always been eyeing Porto Yas."

"Under such a situation, if I am not careful, my years of hard work will be ruined."

"So, no matter what, I must guarantee the stability of Portoyas."

"Paster has been the crown prince for more than ten years. His influence has long been stable. Many nobles have sent their direct descendants to his side early on. A large number of people and various forces have firmly supported him. Once his position is unstable, the various forces that support him will never give up easily, and if this happens, it will definitely cause great turmoil inside and outside the court."

"Once there is turmoil, other countries will surely take advantage of it."

When Shaoji had an accident, he was also furious after finding out the facts, and even moved to dismiss the crown prince.

But after the anger passed, he couldn't help but hesitate again.

You know, Pastor has been the crown prince for more than ten years, and the forces surrounding him are already extremely large—King Davies can indeed forcibly subdue this force, but the huge turmoil caused by this Certainly unavoidable.

Moreover, in the more than ten years that he didn't know the existence of Sardis, he had only one child, Pastor. Since he was a child, he had poured too much effort into the crown prince, and after all, he couldn't bear to let him...

King David frowned at Itit, and the lines on his forehead sank deeper because of his frowning.

"The current Portoyas can't bear such turmoil, do you understand, Itit?"

Yitit stared at King Davies, and the undisguised mockery in his eyes at the beginning had gradually dissipated following what King Davies said.

When King Davie finished his last sentence, his eyes had become extremely calm.

No anger, no sarcasm, no sharpness.

There is only peace.

He looked at King Davie calmly and said, "Your Majesty, you are old."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

King Davie's eyes froze, followed by violent anger.

The king's anger was like a raging fire lit in the room and forced down.

Yitit looked at King David with anger without avoiding it, and there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

"uncle."

He whispered, "You're old."

When Yitit called out his uncle, the anger on King David's face stagnated.

He stared blankly at Itit.

Since that day...from the day Yitit's mother died protecting him, he has never heard Yitit call him that.

"Uncle, I never blamed you for my mother's death covering your escape from Moncaster."

"A long time ago, she was sent to Mengast to become the second prince's concubine at that time... She told me that she didn't blame Portoyas, she did it voluntarily."

"As a royal family, she enjoys the worship of the people of Portoyas and has lived a superior life since she was a child. Then, she has an obligation to protect Portoyas."

Yitit's low words made King David's eyes gradually blurred.

An intelligent, beautiful, and resolute woman emerged in his memory.

The woman's body was always straight, like a green pine, and no matter what happened, she never lowered her proud head.

No matter what kind of predicament she was in, she always had a bright smile on her face.

For him, whose mother passed away since he was a child, this cousin is like a mother.

The time when he was a proton in Moncast was the most difficult and difficult moment in his life. Although he had the status of a prince, to the nobles of Moncast, he was nothing as a so-called prince.

When he was bullied wantonly, it was this cousin who was given to the second prince of Mengast as a concubine many years ago to protect him firmly.

It was she who told him that no matter when, no matter what happened, as long as he was alive, he must persevere.

It was she who taught him that even in the face of death, he must never give up on himself easily.

It was she who secretly taught Mongast the advanced political and military knowledge to him, taught him to broaden his horizons, and know how to make himself stronger.

At that time, she and her son Yitit were the only warmth for him who was lonely and helpless in a foreign country.

When he fled back to Portojas from Mengast, she died covering him, and before she died, she entrusted Itit to him.

She said that Yitit is from Portoyas, and she cannot go back, but her son must return to his hometown.

"Mother would rather give up her life to cover your departure because she firmly believes that you will be able to save Portoyas."

"You did."

"You saved Portoyas and led it to prosperity little by little."

"I think my mother will never regret her choice."

"And I respect my mother's choice."

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

Itit stared at the wrinkles on King David's forehead and the white hair on his temples, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Not because of the king's aging appearance, but because of...

He said, "Your Majesty, your heart is old."

The brave and fearless young king turned the tide when Portoyas was on the verge of extinction, led the people of Portoyas to fight a bloody road under the eyes of all the enemies, and regained the glory of Portoyas.

He scares countless people.

He is admired by all.

He is a well-deserved king of heroes.

But today's King David no longer has the courage to go forward with a gun in his hand and no one can stop him.

After he started looking forward, he began to worry a lot.

The Lion King, who once looked down on all the heroes and looked down on the world, has grown old unconsciously.

It is said that the cruelest thing in the world is the twilight of a beauty.

It is not the case that the hero is late.

"Some things, you can't choose to compromise because of difficulties, choose temporary stability."

"If it doesn't break, it won't stand."

"Someone has to sacrifice the present for the sake of a longer future."

Itit stood up, his voice was like a sigh.

"Uncle, you taught me this at the beginning, but now, you have completely forgotten it..."

The last few words, almost nothing, were all dissolved in that sigh.

Itit got up and left.

The room fell silent, and there was no sound for a long time.

King David sat quietly on the stone seat, his face was still as tough as a knife and an axe, and majestic as before, but the black hair on his temples had begun to be stained with hoarfrost.

He sat there like a stone statue.

When I was young, I was high-spirited and fearless. I always felt that there was nothing I couldn’t do in this world. I always thought about the so-called ambition, and I would do anything for it.

Later, as time went by, the things on my body gradually became more and more heavy, and there were more and more things to think about.

Young people are fearless.

Older people always think too much.

In fact, why don't they want to be as high-spirited as they were when they were young?

But it is precisely because I have seen too much and understood too much that I cannot do it.

In his more than ten years of battlefield career, he has seen too many deaths and too many tragic scenes.

He has heard too much the cry and wail of his people.

Over the years, he has thought hard and made every step cautiously, not daring to make a wrong step.

Just because he knew that the peril of Podoyas, the lives of millions of people in Podoyas, all these heavy things were all on his shoulders alone.

The black-haired king with gray temples slowly closed his eyes, with a wry smile on his face.

Do not break or stand.

Easy to say.

But once the country is in turmoil and the flames of war ignite, how many people of Portoyas will be displaced, their wives will be separated, and how many people will be struggling in the flames of war...

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half a month ago.

The Qinergan River is one of the tributaries of the Fadagaro River, the longest river in Portoyas.

The surface of the river is wide, with a full length of hundreds of meters, and the river is fast, with the torrential water rushing down towards the sea.

The two sides of the strait are dominated by rocky shores, with few sandy shores.

Due to the rapid flow of the river, people often drown in it.

In the evening of this day, the sun only had a slight arc on the horizon, and the fiery red sunset slanted across the river.

On the gravel bank by the Qinergan River, a group of people gathered together, watching a dark-skinned slave press hard on the chest of a young man.

The dark-skinned slave worked hard for a while, but the boy was still lying upright, motionless.

He looked up helplessly at a couple standing next to him, spread his hands and said, "Master, he is already dead and cannot be saved."

The couple are both rich and chubby, and they are also richly dressed. The other three are obviously slaves of the couple.

After hearing this, the hostess showed regret, while the hostess showed pity in her eyes.

Of course, this pity and pity are limited, after all, they only bought this young attendant for a few days, and they don't have much affection for him.

The man is a wealthy businessman and does not live here.

He and his wife are childhood sweethearts and have a firm relationship, but they have had no children for so many years.

Seeing that his wife was depressed because of this, he took her to the royal city for a while.

After playing, on the way back to their hometown from Wangcheng, they happened to see a bankrupt businessman who wanted to sell his child. The kid bought it.

Unexpectedly, when passing through this small village by the river, the child was spoiled since he was a child. He ignored the warnings of the people in the village and sneaked into the river to play in the water, and drowned in the end.

After they found out that the servants rescued him, he was already dead.

Now that the matter has come to an end, the male master ordered the dark-skinned slave to go to the village and town and hire some people to come over and bury the child.

The dark-skinned slave responded, and was about to get up when he suddenly heard chirping from the river.

Everyone subconsciously followed the cry, and were immediately taken aback.

A large dolphin emerged from the river and swam towards them.

While swimming, he kept chirping at them, as if he was in a hurry.

To everyone's surprise, the big dolphin had a person on its back.

The man looked like a teenager, lying head down on the dolphin's back, motionless, not sure if he was dead or alive.

The couple hurriedly asked the servants to go down and rescue the young man on the back of the dolphin. They saw a long bloodstain on the young man's chest, his breath was quite weak, and there were many wounds on other parts of his body.

"Master, the wound on this child seems to be a sword wound."

An old servant said, "I'm afraid someone is after him, and it will be dangerous if he gets involved in any trouble."

The hostess hugged the boy and looked down at him.

The boy closed his eyes, his pale golden hair wetly sticking to his cheeks.

The face is handsome, with a little childlike childishness.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, the skin was snow white, almost translucent.

Even in a coma, his brows were slightly frowned, and it made people feel distressed to look at him like that.

The hostess looked at the boy in her arms, and her heart moved.

She said, "Save him."

"But, Master..."

"I must have prayed to Sepul just now, and he heard it, and let the dolphin send this child to me!"

The woman said firmly, "He is a child given to me by the God of the Sea! I must save him!"

The male host looked at the pale young man, the young man looked very good, but he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when he saw that sickly look.

He took another look at the big dolphin lying next to him. The big dolphin called out to him, then shook its head and tail vigorously at the boy. The humanized appearance reminded the man of the legend that the dolphin was the messenger of the sea god.

So, he made up his mind to take the boy away according to his wife's wishes.

Maybe Sepul really heard their prayers and gave them a child.

Worried that someone would come to chase and kill the boy, the man thought of a way. He took off the boy's clothes and let the boy servant who drowned before him wear them, and put the boy's pendant and dagger on the boy servant's body. Then he dyed the hair of the young servant blond.

Then he invited the patriarch of the village and town to tell him that he and his wife met a man rescued by dolphins by the river, but the man died after being rescued.

Seeing the pity of the drowned child, he was willing to pay for the people in the village to help hold a water burial for the drowned child so that his soul could be reincarnated.

After leaving behind enough property for a water burial, he and his wife quickly left the place with his three slave servants and the 'seriously ill' young servant.

Riding in a carriage along the way, the wealthy businessman and his party walked very quickly.

The woman really loved the boy very much, and she took care of him personally all the way.

After more than ten days, they had all returned home, but the boy was still unconscious.So they invited several doctors to treat the boy and arranged maids to take care of him carefully, hoping that he would recover soon.

On this day, it was already midnight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

The night shrouded the land, the whole city was quiet, and everyone had fallen asleep.

In the depths of a luxurious and magnificent mansion, it is now the scorching heat, and all the lotus flowers in the huge pool in the courtyard are in full bloom, white, pink, lavender, all kinds of colors, against the green lotus leaves, it is too beautiful to be appreciated.

The moonlight shines on the blossoming lotus, dew rolls on the pink petals, and then drips into the pool water with a thud.

The breeze blew over the pool, carrying a faint fragrance, blowing into the bedroom next to it.

The door of the bedroom was half-closed, and when the wind blew, it creaked slightly and opened halfway again.

The maid who was supposed to be in charge of the night watch sat on the armchair next to the bed, sleeping soundly with her head tilted.

The wind blew again, and there was another slight creak, and the young boy who was lying quietly on the bed suddenly moved his fingers.

The slender eyelashes moved slightly on the fair face that was still bloodless, and after a few seconds, they lifted up.

The boy slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes continued to be hazy, and there was a trance in his eyes, as if he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He sat up and looked around blankly.

where is this……

The boy put his hand on his head and thought in confusion.

This... is very wrong...

Looking at it, his eyes widened.

He stared in astonishment at everything that was extremely strange to him around him, unable to recover for a while.

What the hell is this place?

Why does it feel so weird everywhere?

Shocked, the boy quickly got out of bed.

But as soon as he moved, there was a pain in his chest.

He looked down and found that his chest was tightly wrapped with a white bandage.

Uh?

The clothes on me... so weird...

He raised his head again, staring at the sleeping maid on the chair—to be precise, staring at the clothes on the maid, and couldn't help frowning tightly.

Looking around again, he walked to the mirror on the side of the room.

With the moonlight and the dim light in the room, he saw the figure in the mirror.

His face was very similar to his previous self, but his pale golden hair and blue eyes clearly told him that he was definitely not his original self now!

In a panic, Mia opened the door and rushed out of the room.

Under the bright moonlight, he clearly saw this mansion completely different from the tall buildings in his original world, as well as those similar buildings not far away, and a tall tower in the distance.

Here, is a completely strange world to him.

He couldn't help but slipped to the ground.

Kneeling on the bed, Mia held her head in her hands, her mind was completely dazed.

He should be on his way to the library to prepare for the next day's exam?

It's just that I encountered a strange tornado suddenly on the road. How did I come to such a strange place?

It couldn't have been swept by a tornado, could it?

The buildings here are the same as those in the fantasy world, and the clothes he saw on himself and the woman just now are the same as those in the fantasy world, as well as the changed hair color and eye color...

Is it...

I……

...Traveled? !

After a long silence.

Mia suddenly stretched out her hand in the dark night.

"Things that are darker than dusk, things that are redder than blood, the scarlet flame king, please give me the power to incinerate—flame slash—!"

Miya's hand was stretched out in mid-air.

There was silence for a while.

The night was quiet.

pat.

A small fish jumped out of the water happily and made a clear splashing sound.

Mia stood up as if nothing had happened.

Ok……

Whether it is through...

In short... let's go back and sleep before we talk.