The protagonist is always seen

As soon as Deoman exited Ariel's room, he saw Almerod looking at him at the end of the corridor. He glanced at the door of Ariel's room and walked to Almerod's side, before he could speak. , he put his hand on Emerod's shoulder first.

"It's my fault, you're grown up, old enough to have the right to know, anyway, my boy, you know, I love you too, and I'm proud of what you've done .???

He paused for a moment, his pupils turned scarlet, and demon energy rose all over his body.

Even though Deoman became the Lord of the Abyss after degenerating, his appearance basically remained unchanged, just like the young man who once prayed devoutly in the clock tower, but this time, he showed a little trace of belonging to the Abyss.

Obviously he didn't have the slightest malice, but that aura unconsciously made people tremble. Now the gentle appearance on his body has completely disappeared, leaving only majesty. He opened his mouth, as if announcing a fact.

"In recognition of you, I give you a memory."

"My master is about to give birth, doctor."

The young male doctor with superb medical skills showed a surprised expression, he regretted.

"Sorry, I don't have a female assistant here to help."

In this era, most doctors were only men, and the few female doctors worked in the palace, and female assistants with nursing experience were as rare as female doctors, and people even called medical women witches.

But the irony is that when women give birth, they are forbidden to ask male doctors, which leads to the high death rate of women during childbirth.

Taking a risk to deliver a woman ruins a woman's future as well as a doctor's.

Although it was a pity, the doctor still rejected the maid. He guessed that the mother who was about to give birth was a noble woman. In fact, the upper nobles valued these things more, and he didn't want to lose his life.

After all, it is widely circulated in the industry that a male doctor had to be hired for the beauty's life, and then the bridge was demolished.

The maid nodded. Her hands were always placed in front of her lower abdomen. Like all the maids, her hair was tied back with a headscarf. When she was talking to him, she kept her head slightly lowered, looking extremely gentle, which was exactly what the doctor wanted. Wife candidate.

The ideal wife candidate nodded after listening to the doctor's refusal. She raised her head and slipped out a small dagger from her sleeve. She restrained the doctor, pressed the knife against the doctor's heart, and said in a polite tone. .

"Sorry, we don't have so much time to negotiate. My master offers a bag of gold coins as a reward. As long as things go well, it will belong to you. I guarantee that no one will know where you went today. Of course, you can also refuse. This is your right."

As she said so, the small dagger in her hand tightened at the same time.

The doctor swallowed, trembling.

"I-I understand."

She withdrew the dagger, stood at the door with a low eyebrow and opened the door for the doctor.

"Excuse me, please."

On the outskirts of the city, in a human castle, the maid quietly brought the doctor in in a carriage.

In the entire castle, except for the maid, no second servant noticed that a doctor had come to the castle.

She was so anxious for her mistress that the doctor almost trotted to keep up with her.

Intermittent groans came from the mistress' bedroom, and the maid knocked on the door, speaking very succinctly.

"I've got a doctor for you."

The door opened, and a maid came to open the door, and the doctor was invited in. Inside, there was a female assistant in white guarding a basin of bloody water, at a loss, looking very anxious.

The doctor subconsciously went to see the patient. In the magnificent room, on the soft bed carved with complicated patterns, a woman who was so gorgeous that she almost shouldn't appear in this world exposed her upper body, and her lower body was hidden by the curtain.

The black hair was slightly curly and scattered on the pillow. Her face was very gorgeous, gorgeous but with a coldness, just like a rose with thorns. At this moment, that gorgeous face was pale, frowning, but very calm.

The doctor's original concern was relieved. At first glance, such a person is not the kind of woman who depends on a man to live. She knows what she is going to do.

The maid followed the doctor to the side of the woman, and the doctor immediately began to direct the panicked female assistant in the room to make some preparations, while he checked the woman's condition himself, while the maid held the woman's hand and patiently comforted her.

"Well, Mrs. Beatrice, the doctor has arrived, and you will be all right in a moment."

Beatrice snorted coldly, impatiently.

"To shut up."

However, the tighter and tighter the maid's hand is, it shows that she is actually not that calm.

Although the doctor is young, his skills are worthy of his reputation. After a short time, the delivery ended smoothly.

But that little guy was too exhausting before, and even Beatrice was exhausted at the moment, her eyes were closed, and she was just panting.

The doctor wrapped the baby in the prepared plush blanket, and the maid placed Beatrice with one hand, and eagerly took the small, crying baby with the other.

There was a strange brilliance on her face, like the Mary in the church, devout and holy, kneeling beside Beatrice's bed with the baby in her arms.

Can't help whispering.

"Beatrice, look at him, how cute he is."

The child was still crying, but his voice was weak and congenitally deficient. The doctor ordered some things, and the maid listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

But Beatrice rested for a while, opened her eyes and looked at the baby in her arms with the last bit of strength, and turned her eyes away after only one glance, and clicked her disgustedly, but did not refute the maid, but perfunctorily hummed No matter if anyone heard it or not.

Dr. Min sensed something was wrong, but couldn't say it out. He only thought he was paranoid, and finally said a few words of congratulations and left.

The other maid sent the bewildered doctor and assistant politely as if she hadn't seen it, leaving only the maid and Beatrice holding the child.

As soon as they left the room, a white light appeared on the maid who was kneeling beside Beatrice's bed, and when the white light dissipated, the maid had turned into a tall man with light blond hair half curly , all the way to the shoulders, shining in the sun, the whole figure is like a statue made by a top artist.

He half-kneeled in front of Beatrice's bed, his eyes were full of the child in his arms, a strange emotion surged through his veins, the soft and outrageous little thing in his arms was different to him meaning.

It is different from everything that has appeared in life so far.

Since then, Deoman has quietly changed, and he has become more vivid, with flesh and blood.

Beatrice reclined in an upholstered chair, swinging a fan adorned with rare bird feathers.

"We can stop at any time we agreed, Deoman, I'm just having fun, you learn what is love and what is hate."

She carelessly teased the little baby in the rocking chair beside her, and the little baby happily kicked its little feet and laughed.

Beatrice's eyes flickered, and her heart softened a bit. Even though her purpose of conceiving this child was not pure at the beginning, her mother's instinct made this child's every move affect her heart. Will be restless and bored.

The influence of this child on her was too great, far beyond her imagination.

Deoman's eyes flashed, and he responded in a low voice. He looked out of the window sideways to Beatrice, looking a little melancholy. It seemed that even his blond hair had faded, and he looked extremely fragile. Beatrice clicked his tongue inwardly. , the appearance is really deceiving, she thought coldly.

No one can tell just by looking at the appearance, this man is actually more ruthless than anyone else, he doesn't understand what emotion is at all, he even has to learn what love is, and only faces everyone with a gentle and false face.

Born in a race favored by the heavens, he is so gifted that it is easy to do anything. Everything in the world cannot make him fluctuate in the slightest, and he doesn't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

Now Beatrice's purpose has been achieved, and by conceiving a child of SkyClan, she is able to extend her life for thousands of years, long enough to do what she wants.

The first thing she did after she achieved her goal was to find a way to get away from Deoman safely.

Dealing with this man is very dangerous. His code of conduct cannot be speculated by common sense at all, but his strength is at the top. Beatrice hates unpredictable things, and also hates power that she cannot control. This race is really a powerful foul , is simply cheating.

But Beatrice never thought of using Deauman's power to achieve her own goals. Even though she has a huge desire for rights, human affairs can be solved in human ways. What she enjoys is the constant gain The process of victory, too easy will make her feel frustrated.

Even though he was unceremoniously used up and discarded, Deoman still had a gentle and harmless appearance. He put his hand on his heart, seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly raised his eyes and asked.

"What are you going to do with this child?"

"Don't worry, I will hide it well, and I guarantee that no one will find it."

After saying that, Deoman's whole body turned cold all of a sudden, as if the smile fixed on the corners of his eyes and brows disappeared completely, and anyone could see his displeasure.

"You want to get rid of him?"

Beatrice put away her sloppiness and said seriously.

"No, hide it, this is my child, I will hide it well."

She said sarcastically.

"You know why I hide him."

Deoman became quiet, he still had a gentle look, approached Beatrice, and kissed her hair like all lovers are tender, gentle but undeniable.

"Beatrice, I will protect him."

Beatrice looked up at him in surprise.

"You want to take him with you?"

Deoman couldn't deny it. He walked to the cradle and shook the cradle gently.

"He is my child."

"Are you crazy?"

The Celestial Clan does not allow interracial marriage. Mixed blood is regarded as a heresy and a disaster by them. They value the purity of their bloodlines to the point of pathology. Even if Yide Oman's status in the Celestial Clan violates the core laws, he will face inevitable punishment.

The ability of this race is too powerful, so powerful that they usually appear in the human world in the image of gods. Once things are revealed, Beatrice cannot bear their revenge.

D'Orman knew better than Beatrice what he was facing.

"I will be careful."

Deoman tilted his head and apologized.

"If you miss him, I'm afraid I can't bring him back to see you."

Beatrice looked at him like a madman, but Deauman usually looked very talkative, and no one could change it when he actually made a decision.

Beatrice looked at the silly child in the cradle biting her little feet, and withdrew her teasing hand.

"I see, you'd better leave these days."

she said coldly.

"I don't want to breastfeed him for the next few days."

Still smiling, Deauman kisses Beatrice's hair again, apologizing to her.

Beatrice lowered her eyelashes, a hypocritical liar, who planned to take her child away tomorrow morning.

When Deauman brought back the child, most of the clan was alarmed. They talked a lot. Fiona was born noble enough to match Deoman. blood.

They questioned the nobility of the child's bloodline, but no one questioned the purity of the child's bloodline. With the clock tower here, a child of mixed blood would never survive.

They harbored more malice towards the half-blood than Beatrice knew.

There are also many rumors about Deoman. He has always been the pride of the tribe. Even in the Tianzu, his appearance is amazingly good-looking. Even though he already has a wife, even the oldest child has grown wings, but the girls Still staring at him, there are even quite a few girls who don't mind that he already has a wife.

But Deauman has remained faithful to his wife, and the girls are going to be jealous of Fiona.

But this time he brought back a child.

Deoman's image suddenly collapsed. Although many people expressed their understanding, more people expressed their disgust clearly, thinking that he was not worthy of being a husband or a father.

But Deoman has never cared about what others think of him. He still can't understand such complicated emotions. For his children, he only knows that he didn't provoke anyone. It doesn't matter like before. He will even give in first , even if it is called weak.

Deoman thought about it later, maybe since then, the root of the disaster has been buried.

If you take a step back, some people will just walk away, while others will push forward. They will think that it is their own ability that made you take the initiative to back down, and they will want you to make a second step back, and they think there will be a third step.

Deoman dotes on the child very much. He has turned down many tasks and has been with him at home.

But there are always times when he can't shirk.

One day, when he returned from his mission, he learned that his little child had been imprisoned in the Clock Tower, where the elders were waiting for him and asked him to execute the little toddler with his own hands.

Someone quietly touched the child after he left, and made him bleed, discovering the secret that Dauman had been keeping.

Deoman never backed down.

No one had ever dared to touch Fiona, and no one had dared to touch his eldest child, Emerodd.

But D'Orman learned to forbear.

They dared to touch his little nightingale.