The Son of Light of the Snake House

They disappeared.

It's like the foam that a mermaid turns into in the early morning sea, and disappears into the world as soon as it is exposed to the sun, leaving no trace of shadow behind.

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Standing outside the golden gate, Otley Motifula took a deep breath and nervously adjusted his clothes so that they could look more elegant.

Only then would he hate his figure for being so rich that he made expensive custom-made clothes so layered up that it looked ugly.

He reached out and touched his waist.

After he tried to pull off his clothes again but failed, he knocked on the door and heard his father's voice from inside.

"Come in." Dad said.

He walked in, stood at the door, looked at the man sitting on the throne: "Father, that ceremony..."

The heavy moonlight outside the window slanted into the room, illuminating the throne.

"Don't worry about this, Oni." The king looked relaxed: "I have convinced them, and they will take action."

"But they said the price—" Oatley hesitated, but he still couldn't say anything about the black-haired agent. He just asked vaguely: "He said that the royal blood must be..."

The moonlight streamed down, reflecting two shadows.

"You're so sweet, O'Neil, but don't worry, I've already communicated with the agent, and they said that other methods are fine, go back to sleep, you've lost weight these days."

Oatley opened his mouth, restraining the thought of touching his waist, and the words of the black-haired agent came to mind: "The ceremony will begin tonight, if you are not awake at that time, you will fall into an eternal sleep .”

So he suddenly asked: "When will the ceremony start?"

The king looked out the window at the moonlight: "The weather is nice tonight, isn't it?"

Then he turned his head back and looked at his son kindly: "You should go to bed."

Oatley felt something was wrong, but his mind was blurred: "If the ceremony is tonight, can I watch it? Father?"

"Oh!" The king stared at him, and his smile seemed to disappear: "The agent said the ceremony was bloody and terrifying, Oni, you have always been very timid, I am doing this for your own good."

"But...but..." Oatley was dazed: "I hope to watch this memorable ceremony for you—"

"No, you just need to do your own thing." The king waved his hand impatiently.Otley suddenly remembered another sentence from the black-haired agent.

"Because the object of the ritual only needs to be in sleep, and it will lose its life. If His Majesty the King wants to avoid you-he only needs to order you to sleep to achieve his goal."

Otley's head began to throb and his expression became ferocious: "Father, am I the one you love the most?"

"Of course it's you. At such an age, you still look like a child." The king smiled softly, which was like a mockery in Otley's eyes.

He stroked his waist, and then slowly pulled out a sharp knife inlaid with gemstones from the side.

As he wished, he heard his father's voice change, which made his brain relax: "Father wants to sacrifice me to maintain his rule, I know it all."

He walked over step by step, panting with excitement: "What you love most is not me, but yourself, the gold coins in your warehouse, and the king's position, but it's not me alone."

He slowly raised the knife: "Father, don't worry, I will take care of your country for you, don't you always say that I am smarter and gentler than my second brother, and that I am the best heir? "

Looking at the man slumped on the throne in front of him, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and he did.

"You don't need to call those guards here, I have told them to leave just now...and I won't be back until tomorrow—you can go at ease."

Oatley still felt that he had forgotten something, but now he couldn't control it anymore, he used all his strength to chop the knife down hard.

The blade sliced ​​through the back of the chair, exposing the wooden interior.

Oatley looked over in astonishment, and saw that the black-haired agent was pulling the king, standing beside him with a serious face, the door slammed, and the platinum-haired agent walked in, behind him Followed by the ministers, the second prince, guards and people from Guangming Church.

The king was trembling, waiting for the guards who rushed up to hold Otley down and tie him up, and then said tremblingly: "The eldest prince wants to murder the king! Put him...lock him to the basement!"

Oatley felt dizzy. He stuttered, panicked, and shouted angrily: "Aren't you going to help me? You! Aren't you going to kill the people from the Guangming Church? Aren't you going to hold a ceremony? My father is going to sacrifice me !I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I haven't had enough—why me? You...you..."

He suddenly reacted: "You set me up?"

Draco supported the king to sit down, and looked down at the eldest prince whose hair was soaked in sweat: "You are too greedy, and you love fantasy too much."

"You said you would help me! That man...that man—" He looked at Harry, as if grasping at straws: "He came to look for me yesterday, he...he confused me! He deceived me !"

The king interrupted him slowly: "This guest stayed in his room yesterday, Oni, don't make any more excuses... I don't know you have such thoughts... How can I deal with the Temple of Light? "

what……?

When Otley was dragged down by the guards, he could still see his father hugging Andre and talking happily with the Pope and the Holy Son. His brain calmed down and he finally understood what happened just now.

He should have thought of it earlier, but unfortunately, he was blinded by greed.

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"You asked me to bring 30 brothers here just to build a house here?" Lei Duo looked at the woman in front of her with a dazed expression.

"To be precise, it's reconstruction. Look at how dilapidated and dilapidated this house is, it's really not suitable for people to live in." Hermione looked serious, and then gave her a piece of parchment: "It's a decoration diagram, can you Do you understand? It’s best to have a yard in this place and set up a swing.”

Lei Duo threw the parchment on the ground: "You insulted me? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Don't be so rude." Hermione moved her fingertips, and the paper flew up again: "The reward is very generous."

"Even if it's rich - we are a mercenary group! Why don't you go find those craftsmen?!"

"I'm here to help you transform. The mercenary group is so difficult to do. Do you earn enough money to support your brothers? This time, the king paid for it, so you can deduct some if you want." Hermione spread her hands helplessly.

Lei Duo sneered: "You are trying to provoke me. Do you want me to help you recall the purpose of the cooperation you mentioned?"

"You said at the time: We want to overthrow the king's rule! We are waiting for a turning point!" Gritting her teeth, Lei Duo pointed to the dilapidated wooden house over there and asked her: "This is the king's rule? This is the turning point." ?”

Hermione paused: "Oh, by the way, let me tell you about the balcony on the second floor of this decoration drawing—"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Okay, okay." Hermione sighed, feeling that she couldn't hide it: "You just wait, well, there will probably be news tomorrow that the eldest prince failed to assassinate the king, and the king recognized the Son of Light and set up another The second prince is the heir."

"...How do you know so clearly?"

"Because the person who encouraged the eldest prince is ours, the Holy Son of Light is ours, and the heir is also ours, and the house in front of you is said by His Majesty the King himself, and His Majesty the King and the Church of Guangming personally paid for the repair of Guangming. The house of the Son!"

Hermione looked at the petrified head of the mercenary group in front of her, and sighed again: "Can we continue our discussion now?"

Lei Duo snatched the parchment without saying a word, and looked at it sullenly.

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Harry watched Daniel being crowned Son by the Pope, and was raising his hands to applaud. He suddenly raised his head, and everything in front of him disappeared, replaced by the familiar ceiling of the Ministry of Magic.

He rubbed his head blankly, barely realizing that he seemed to have fallen asleep just now, and had a strange dream. In the dream, he became the representative of the God of Darkness and was summoned to a country...

The door of his office was suddenly pushed open, and Ron appeared at the door. He seemed to have woken up and ran over in a hurry, with the mark left by the sleeve of his robe on his face.

The two looked at each other.

"Did you have that dream?"

"You did too?"

They communicated in low voices for a while, and then Hermione and Draco arrived late.

"So we're in a dream?" Hermione was confused.

"...I called my father just now, and my father said that he also had that dream, and the godfather..."

"It seems that the protagonist of this dream is not us."

"Of course not, hiss... I remember it was..."

There was a polite knock on the office door.

Several people carefully stopped talking.Harry said loudly, "Come in."

Daniel pushed open the door, holding the document in his hand, without raising his head: "The following report has come out, and there is also a funding application, which needs your signature—"

When he raised his head, he was stunned by the eight eyes staring at him in unison.

"?? What are you all doing here?" Daniel put the document in front of Harry, paused, and then asked suspiciously, "What evil did you do behind my back?"

The four of them shook their heads in unison: "No, no, really no!"

Staring at the weird smiles on their faces, Daniel felt chills in his heart: "I'm wearing my clothes backwards?"

"No ah."

"Then Ron, why are you smiling so happily?" Daniel narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong.

"I, ahem, I just thought of happy things."

Daniel thinks he's playing p, but he has no proof.

The author has something to say:

They went to Daniel's parallel universe.Similar to but not the same as Daniel's own world.

This is the longest side story I've ever written, damn it.

This way of writing is my bold attempt, well, the effect is not satisfactory, but it provides a possibility for the future!

So here, this article is officially over!Sprinkle flowers!

Special thanks to you who have always supported me!

This article has written a full 66w words, more than 300 chapters, nearly a year!It's tiring to say you're tired, after all, you generate electricity for love, but happiness is also very happy!Calvin's days and nights are also bitter to tears.

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