The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Your Majesty the King, I can naturally fulfill your request." Draco bowed and straightened up again: "Just don't forget—"

He smiled: "A good agreement."

The king gritted his teeth: "Don't you need flesh and blood? I can give it to you, how much do you need? There are a lot of untouchables in the garbage dump!"

Draco's expression remained unchanged, but there was some hesitation in his tone: "This...with all due respect, Your Majesty, those untouchables may not meet the requirements, right?"

Before the king could speak, he quickly explained: "Of course, I don't mean to accuse you by saying this. The orders you gave are naturally very correct, but...do you really think that the flesh and blood of those untouchables is enough to be used as a condition? ?”

"It's true...those untouchables...but they are huge in number, you can start your summoning with thirty thousand, no, fifty thousand! I believe the God of Darkness will not mind."

"Originally." Draco smiled.

The king frowned: "What do you mean? What else do you want?"

"You misunderstood me." Draco lowered his head and raised his chin again: "Originally, these 5 people were enough to deal with His Excellency the Pope in the Church of Light, and God would be happy, but today is different, King His Majesty."

His gray eyes sparkled: "Now there is an extra Son!"

"That, that's just a child." The king curled up on the throne and shivered.

"It's different, Your Majesty the King. You see, that old guy who always provokes you, he is already so old, the God of Light must not value him anymore-after all, he doesn't have a few years to live, wait for him to die Now, everything can be returned to the royal family, and you don’t have to look at his face anymore.” Draco explained with all his heart, the king smiled unconsciously and kept nodding, as if thinking of the good s future.

"But," Draco changed the subject: "You said, there is a holy son who suddenly appeared! This holy son is young, and he was chosen not long ago by the God of Light. I like it, I must have regarded this child as the heir of the church, and all the attention is on him!"

"If we are going to kill him now, doesn't that mean a war is about to start? A war between gods can destroy the world."

The king's expression changed from anger to panic. He shook his teeth and stammered: "The world is destroyed, my kingdom...my money..."

Draco watched all this calmly, until the king trembled and asked him for help, "You have a way! You said before that there are conditions..."

Hooked.Draco pursed his lips and probably hesitated for a while before saying, "We do have a solution, but it requires some sacrifices."

"What way? What way?" The king seemed to grasp at straws.

"Do you think the holy son of the church is more noble, or the blood of the royal family is more noble?" The poisonous snake hissed, spat out the letter, and showed its deadly fangs.

"You... you mean, use my son to—"

Draco nodded with a smile: "In this way, it is impossible for the God of Light to fight back, after all, even the noble blood of the royal family is dead..."

The king was trembling, sweat dripping down, wet his golden collar: "Son... my son - the second son! My second prince!" He suddenly thought of the son he didn't like.

His fat face was distorted, and he slowly smiled: "Andre, father's Andre, it's time to contribute to me and to those common people!"

You can get rid of the people from the Guangming Church, and you can also send away the second son you don't like, killing two birds with one stone!Very good!

"Wait, Your Majesty the King."

The voice interrupted his enjoyment, he looked over, and the platinum-blond young man was looking at him with a calm and strange smile on his face.

"The second prince's status is not important enough, I'm afraid he can't be used as a sacrifice."

The king paused: "What did you say?"

"I said." Draco looked at the king's expression and laughed heartily: "Only the eldest prince is qualified!"

After a pause, he added: "Of course, if you are willing to use yourself as a sacrifice, it will be more justified."

Hearing the latter sentence, the king suddenly calmed down.

His eyes were squeezed into slits, staring at Draco closely. "Are you sure that besides me, it can only be my First Prince?"

"Of course I will not deceive you, Your Majesty the Great King."

The king took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He seemed to want to make a sad expression, but failed.

"Then...then there is no other way, father's little Oni, this is the only way..." He whispered to himself, as if explaining, but also as if comforting himself: "It's not that father doesn't love you, it's For the sake of the whole family, I have to abandon you, that's right... My existence can stabilize people's hearts...Oni, don't blame father...Father is also for this land left by our ancestors...Father was forced..."

Draco waited silently, until the sound disappeared, he raised his head and looked at the king.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"...yes, I made a decision I didn't want to make."

"But it's good for all of Motiphera, and good for you, isn't it?"

"Yes... I am for the whole of Motiphera."

The two faces looked at each other, but the curvature of the corners of their mouths was exactly the same.

...............

Harry sat in a chair with a sincere expression on his face.

"Your Excellency, First Prince, you don't have to doubt me, I am different from my companion."

"I support you."

"How are you going to support me?" asked Oatley Motifora doubtfully.

"The current solution to the Holy Son may require some special sacrifices, and I have a dispute with my companions about this."

"I think you have more compassion and empathy than your father."

"……what do you mean?"

"It means that if something happens to the king, I will be your most loyal helper."

"What are you talking about, of course my father will hand over the throne to me!" Oatley became furious and roared: "You! You are here! Split the relationship between us!"

Harry crossed his legs gracefully: "Of course not, it's just, are you sure?"

"What do you mean?" The eldest prince resisted the urge to punch him.

"Resolving the threat of the Church of Light requires a ceremony, and this ceremony requires royal blood—your brother does not have such an honor." Harry smiled easily: "You, or His Majesty the King. I support you, I I hope you can take over the kingdom of Motiphera."

"Don't rush to refute me, my companion should have gone to convince your father... Now is the time for you to choose."

"I believe...I believe in my father...his favorite son is me."

"With all due respect, sir." Harry stood up, looking down at the prince, his eyes were as cold as ice: "There is always a difference between love and one's own life."

"..." The First Prince stopped talking.

Harry sighed and tugged at his bow tie: "Sorry, I respect your choice." He was about to leave.

When Harry put his hand on the knob, a trembling voice came from behind him: "If... I mean if, if my father chooses to sacrifice me, will you come and help me? Or, or..."

"Follow your choice." Harry lowered his head, hiding the expression on his face.He pushed the door and went out.

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