Chapter 39 July Flower You Are Too Greedy

Hope's condition is not optimistic. He has been unconscious in bed since the day of the ceremony. The Son of God, Eli's doctors, and even Hilt's mages are all helpless.

The royal court had no real power, but it had a lot of political affairs, both large and small, and the seats at the joint meeting could not remain vacant. No one expected that the queen, who was always gentle and charitable, would quickly take over the power inside and outside the country.

She even attended the joint meeting of the noble families and accepted one question after another about the royal court. But the Eli family stood behind her, and His Royal Highness the Son of God also publicly expressed his support for Bella, which won her another wave of public support.

A storm about the Royal Court was wiped out invisibly. In fact, the few people who could really stir up the storm knew the result. Hilt did not express his opinion, Gene only secretly supported the people who jumped out to abolish the Royal Court, and Eli naturally supported his own family to control the Royal Court.

Those who hold real power have lined up, and the outcome is only a matter of time.

In fact, everyone was more concerned about someone else. Naturally, it was the outsider who activated the magic circle, the slave from the temple.

"Is it exciting? I heard from Ed that you've been in danger three or four times when you went out?"

Ye Yanze had just returned from the royal court and was changing in the bedroom. When Zelsa came in, he walked up to him. Ye Yanze didn't bother to be polite with him and just raised his chin and stood there.

"You told me not to hide my shortcomings, so I didn't hesitate."

Zelsa was very close to him. He no longer spoke in a sarcastic manner as before and became even quieter. It seemed that apart from serving him, he was thinking about some important life issues.

He half-knelt down and reached out to take off the gold badges and decorations one by one, then reached out to untie the tassels of his cloak.

The cold white light fell on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were three-dimensional, and his wild and unruly eyes were hidden in the shadows, just like a good dog. But when he approached and walked away, Ye Yanze smelled a faint smell of blood, his hair was a little messy, and some sweat stuck to his forehead.

Zelsa came closer, half-knelt and lowered his head to untie his embroidered belt, his hair falling down and brushing his ears and temples. Ye Yanze suddenly reached out and pinched his chin hard, and the white gloves were not taken off yet, which made Zelsa's eyes look dangerous for a moment.

Ye Yanze clicked his tongue twice, loosened his hand, took a step back, and leaned back casually on the sofa, seeming to have lost interest in him again.

"No, there are guests coming soon."

But Zelsa immediately stood up, grabbed the back of his neck, lowered her head and kissed him directly, their lips and tongues touched and bit, tested and separated. Ye Yanze cooperated very well, or rather, accepted it very wholeheartedly.

Zelsa slowly separated from him, her black eyes sliding to his lips, revealing a somewhat dazed and intoxicated look.

"It's that Luther." Zelsa didn't ask, just stated it.

Ye Yanze seemed to be happier because of the kiss. He smiled and nodded: "In order to push you up, the first step is to get rid of your status as a slave. Entering Saint Tobi and solidifying your status as a mage is the best choice."

Zelsa understood what he meant. Because he activated the magic circle that lasted for one cycle, he was now famous among the common people. In contrast, the nobles regarded him as a thorn in their eyes.

The nobles have always conveyed an idea that in this age of elemental erosion, the nobles' bloodline will awaken more elemental powers and become mages, so resources need to be tilted towards the nobles, who are born nobler than commoners.

The undercurrent of opposition that had been surging among the lower classes now found a way out.

But if the Hilt family, who were in charge of the ceremony security, came out and said that he was a great wizard disguised as a temple guard, who was originally responsible for security, and activated the magic circle in a hurry with His Highness the Son of Herman's blood...

Such a reasonable explanation, regardless of whether it is credible or not, has apparently made the embarrassing incident go away.

"I understand. I'm not thinking about overthrowing the nobles' bloodline theory right now." Zelsa certainly understood the warning in his words. Without bargaining chips and strength, even if he is powerful, he must first abide by the old rules of the game and use them to become a rule changer.

He just wasn't happy with that Luther.

Couldn't Luther see the clue? For so many days, he hadn't issued a statement, didn't express his position at the joint meeting, and didn't take the initiative to investigate Zelsa's identity, and had been delaying until now to suddenly visit Ye Yanze.

He was obviously targeting Ye Yanze behind the scenes, and he was eager to make some bargaining moves. Zelsa could always remember the moment when Ye Yanze looked at him while lying in his arms when he was forced to hide in the closet.

It was as if he was just a rat in the gutter, forever watching with envy others having things that he could not grasp.

"You don't like Luther?" Ye Yanze was not unaware of Zelsa's resentment, but he just advised him nonchalantly: "Don't dislike him. Do you and I have the capital to hate him now?"

"He can crush you with just a wave of his hand now, so don't turn him into an enemy."

Ye Yanze's tone was like he was teaching a stubborn student a lesson. Zelsa half-knelt on the ground without moving, his expression was gloomy, the anger in his eyes and the anger that was about to break his heart were all hidden.

"Your Highness, I hope you won't blame me for my rash visit."

Luther walked from the outer hall through the corridor and then went all the way inside to the small garden of His Majesty the Son of God. No one dared to stop him along the way. They just bowed their heads and followed him. No one dared to run to tell the Son of God.

Ye Yanze was sitting in front of the flowers, twisting the petals. He didn't say anything when he heard Luther's voice. Zelsa was standing beside him, pouring tea.

"How can I blame you for visiting me?"

Ye Yanze smiled. There was wind in the small garden, and the leaves and flowers rustled, making a slight sound. His hair also swayed slightly, and his eyelashes were slightly raised. His smile was polite but a little distant.

Luther sat down beside him and waved away the servants, but Zelsa stayed where she was without moving. Luther then turned to look at him, his eyes showing no emotion or oppression, just pure impatience.

"Go down first." Ye Yanze turned his head and looked at Zelsa.

Ye Yanze didn't want to see the look on the face of a cowardly husband who was about to be cuckolded.

"Wait." Luther suddenly moved closer to Ye Yanze, ran his fingers through his hair, and childishly reached out to pull his braid, his tone as nonchalant as his.

"Since you don't want to be too far away from your Highness, you don't have to retreat too far. Just stand there."

The small garden was not big. He and Ye Yanze sat in front of the flower wall. A flat path paved with white stones separated the mud land planted with colorful flowers. Luther let him stand in the mud land.

Ye Yanze looked up at the expressionless Zelsa, and somehow, his heart tightened. He clearly wanted to take advantage of Zelsa's affection for him, allowing Luther to humiliate him and force him to grow up quickly...

"Wait, he will trample my flowers, let him go..."

"Your Highness." Luther suddenly stood up and interrupted him with a smile. He stood up slowly and broke off a red flower and placed it on his temples. The other hand wearing the family ring touched his cheek ambiguously and lightly, kneading it neither lightly nor heavily.

"How many flowers your highness wants is all up to me. Don't worry."

Luther lowered his eyelashes and looked at his pair of light purple eyes, his tone was not anxious, as if he was just joking. Luther didn't let go until Zelsa stepped on the mud. The ring on his hand left a red mark on Ye Yanze's cheek, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes and looked unhappy.

"Are you angry?" Luther seemed to have turned into that gentle gentleman again. He sat down next to him and reached out to touch the mark on his cheek, but Ye Yanze turned his head away.

"Why are you showing off in front of me? Aren't you just annoyed that the person who activated the magic circle is my servant?"

As Ye Yanze spoke, his purple eyes began to water, his lips trembled with anger, and his voice trembled. Luther immediately raised his hands in surrender, and reluctantly leaned over to coax him softly.

"I was wrong. Don't be angry, I didn't mean that." He just coaxed her, with joy in his eyes, without any panic.

Zelsa had his back to them and could only hear the voices. He knew that Ye Yanze was pretending, but listening to their almost flirtatious conversation, he couldn't help but feel violent, but he couldn't show any clues.

He hated that he didn't even have the right to turn around, but he was glad that he wouldn't be exposed if he turned his back.

"My dear, have you thought about what to do with your servant?" Luther put one arm on the back of his chair, leaned close to him and asked him slowly.

"Recently, Lord Shira came to me and said he wanted to get rid of him. We'll tell everyone that he accidentally awakened his power, but died from excessive exhaustion."

"Mr. Grote's idea is as bold as ever. He said that he recognized him as the illegitimate son of the Hermann royal family and nominated him as the new crown prince. He really doesn't take the Hermann royal family seriously."

"Honey, I want to know what you think." Luther's dark blue eyes did not have a trace of tenderness in the warm light, but his lowered eyes looked affectionate and gentle.

Ye Yanze did not answer, but closed his eyes as if he was tired: "Why should I say anything? The Temple has also been pushed to the forefront of this matter. How dare I say anything?"

Luther frowned, touched his eyes distressedly, and whispered: "I know you are soft-hearted and don't want to kill the people you rescued."

"Then why don't you acknowledge him as your brother?" Luther smiled, as if he thought this was a good suggestion, and even held his face and touched his forehead.

"Since you care about him so much, just acknowledge him as your brother. The royal court is now controlled by Eli, so he doesn't need to do anything. He just needs to be a good brother to you."

"Luther!" Ye Yanze reached out and pushed his shoulder, but didn't push him at all, but he still cooperated and leaned back.

"What do you think of the royal court? I won't allow it."

Luther looked at his angry face with red cheeks, stroked his lips with his fingers, his eyes concealed some dark emotions, and said in a low voice.

"I thought His Highness was reluctant to leave. If I enter the royal court, I won't be able to accompany His Highness day and night."

Ye Yanze slapped his hand away and frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Luther reached out his hand again and rubbed his lips repeatedly, moving closer, almost touching his lips.

"Your Highness, I don't like you getting too close to others. Such a beautiful person can't be stained with mud."

Ye Yanze knew that he had heard some rumors and relaxed instead.

"Your Highness wants to choose the most suitable path for him. I can help you. But blindly giving will not earn you love. I need to see your dedication."

Ye Yanze lowered his eyelashes, as if thinking about something, then put his hands on his shoulders, turned his face a little and almost touched Luther's thin lips, but brushed past them.

"You have obviously made a decision, and it is clearly in your favor. Why do you still come to ask for my reward?" Ye Yanze got rid of the embarrassed and tangled look on his face, and there was only cold scrutiny in his purple eyes.

"You are too greedy."

Ye Yanze pushed Luther away, stood up and walked towards Zelsa who was standing in the mud, and reached out to him.

Luther sat in his seat, lowered his head and smiled, looking at Ye Yanze.

"Your Highness, you are not pretending anymore?"

"Well, it seems that I have annoyed Your Highness. But don't worry, Your Highness, I will do as you wish."

Ye Yanze turned a deaf ear to him. Only when he held Zelsa's hand did he realize how cold his hand was. There was suppressed emotion in his black eyes, but he restrained it and let it settle down.

"Just, Your Highness, please don't forget the close relationship between us and don't make me sad."

Ye Yanze pulled him out. Zelsa's shoes and trouser legs were covered with mud. He seemed to have lost his balance and leaned slightly on him. However, Ye Yanze was so big that he almost stumbled under his weight.

Luther reached out and grabbed Ye Yanze's wrist, pulling him over and holding him in his arms effortlessly.

"After all, I am the only one who can truly help Your Highness."

Zelsa subconsciously grabbed his hand and refused to let go. Ye Yanze looked at Zelsa with a cold face and avoided him.

Ye Yanze also pushed Luther away, without responding, turned and left, only turning to speak to Zelsa.

"see a visitor out."

There was no anger in Luther's eyes, but a look of excitement and admiration, which made him seem to be in high spirits. He looked at Zelsa for the first time.

"He really deserves to be fucked." As if sighing.

The veins on Zelsa's forehead bulged, and in the end he just raised his hand to signal Luther to go to the other side.

"The only way to get a man like him is with a cage and chains, otherwise he will just flap his wings and fly away."

Zelsa met his half-smiley eyes, and his heart tightened. He hated Luther, but he always vaguely sensed the secret connection between them.

The last sentence he said was exactly what he was thinking at that moment, word for word.

*

Luther did what he said and soon did as Ye Yanze had expected. Zelsa was able to obtain the identity of a mage. In order to be credible, he needed to obtain certification from Saint Tropez and had the opportunity to enter Saint Tropez.

Ye Yanze was not worried about Zelsa's ability. After all, he could continue to communicate with the Jishihui right under his nose. The secret organization integrated a large number of core members of the rebels in the previous life.

Now that he has a legitimate identity and the goodwill of the people, things will naturally go more smoothly. However, Zelsa has been reluctant to move out of the temple, so Ye Yanze let him go, pretending not to notice his increasingly depressed mood.

Ye Yanze raised his head and looked at Zelsa in the mirror, who was braiding his hair with her eyelashes lowered. He didn't know since when, but the person whose explosive emotions were revealed on her face often made him unpredictable.

He liked this change and had no intention of interfering.

Zelsa seemed to suddenly notice Ye Yanze's gaze, and suddenly looked up at the mirror, meeting Ye Yanze's gaze.

“Why don’t you move out?”

"In no mood."

Ye Yanze glanced at the desk on the side, where there were a few letters scattered around. The elemental erosion in Gaya City was very serious. It was said that it had spread to the surrounding cities. The number of monsters increased sharply and had begun to attack the main urban area.

Therefore, he has been contacting the Jishihui more and more frequently recently. The southern tour is about to begin, and this is a great opportunity for Zelsa to attack him.

Perhaps this is what he wants to do rather than being an emperor.

Come on, show me what you can do.