Chapter 46 July Flower: What else can I not accept...

In the evening, a golden and red magic circle rising into the sky made the entire sky seem to light up for a moment. Whether it was the vendors preparing to pack up and go home, or the homeless people sleeping on the street, they all turned their heads to look at the magic circle in the southern sky.

"Isn't that the direction of Gaya? Then..."

There were whispers among the crowd, and several great wizards looked grim, bowing their heads and apologizing to Luther who was riding on his horse.

"It's my subordinates' fault." The one who spoke was naturally the wizard of the Hilt family. The other two, Gene and Eli, just bowed nonchalantly.

Although Luther was smiling, everyone immediately bowed their heads. All the mages he brought were black robe mages, and only the trainee mages of Saint Tropez were included in the original escort team.

"Are the students from St. Tropez still here?"

To everyone's surprise, Luther did not order anyone to be punished, but instead asked the apprentice mages of St. Tropez. The students knew that there was a big problem, and even alarmed Lord Luther to bring people here personally. For a while, no one dared to go up and answer.

Only a brown-haired girl with double pigtails looked up and spoke back. The well-dressed boy next to her tried to grab her sleeve, but dodged.

"Your Excellency, all the mages accompanying Saint Tropez College are here, except for Zelsa who has always been with Your Highness." Lydia spoke in a calm and orderly tone.

"He also disappeared on the night that His Highness disappeared."

Luther did not ask any more questions. He glanced at them and saw that they were completely different from the gentlemanly and generous owner in his impression. He finally got off the horse and threw the rope in his hand to the great wizard who was asking for forgiveness.

Without even turning his head, he told everyone to rest and leave for Gaya tomorrow. Then he turned his head to look at the great wizard holding his horse's reins, smiling.

"Trouble?"

It was obviously a humiliation for a great wizard to lead a horse in public, but he could not object. He just bowed and responded, and then he heard Luther's command in a very calm tone.

"The other two great wizards failed to provide adequate protection. They should die as a token of their sin."

They looked up suddenly, but before they could say a word, a light blue light flashed so fast that no one noticed it, and the two great wizards fell to the ground, holding their necks. The splattered blood splashed onto the faces of the people around them, but no one dared to wipe it off.

Luther frowned and clicked his tongue, as if he felt it was dirty. He glanced at the drop of blood on his gloves, took them off and threw them away.

"Let's go."

Lydia's face was splashed with bright red blood. She stood there for a while, her lips were pale, and she slowly exhaled. Wayne quickly stepped forward to grab her, but was thrown away again. She had regained her composure, but her lips were still shaking.

"Don't... don't be afraid. Lord Luther won't punish us..."

Lydia seemed absent-minded, she just said thank you, wiped her face with her sleeve, and walked away from him. Wayne put the handkerchief in his hand back into his sleeve and looked at her back sadly.

Lydia changed her clothes, walked to the end of the alley, activated the red flame magic circle in her hand, then adjusted her expression and left.

*

Ye Yanze and Zelsa were walking on the road. The last splendor of dusk had completely disappeared. Zelsa lit up a red flame to illuminate the sky, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

"The magic circle will cause such a big noise, which has both advantages and disadvantages. Are you mentally prepared?"

Ye Yanze rarely spoke in such a genuinely gentle tone. Zelsa stroked the back of his hand with her fingers and held his hand tightly.

"Those nobles won't care about this place. Now Gaya is just barely surviving, and this place is still a dead place, which has no value to them."

"As for me..." Zelsa laughed softly, showing no sign of being annoyed at all: "Since I have to stand in the front and compete, won't it be sooner or later that I become their focus?"

Ye Yanze laughed softly and reminded: "They have been in the capital for too long and have not seen places like Gaya. This is exactly your opportunity."

The vague outline of the small white building had a charming grace in the dim night. Zelsa suddenly pulled him to run, and Ye Yanze had no choice but to run with him. His hood was blown off, his heart was pounding, and the hand holding his hand was always strong and hot.

"Run... why are you running?"

"I can't wait." After he said that, his laughter burned his ears in the night wind.

Ye Yanze was about to break free of his hand, but Zelsa suddenly stopped, waiting for Ye Yanze to lose control and crash into her arms, and then she hugged him by the knees, just like a barbaric hooligan.

He didn't turn on the lights when he entered the room. The moonlight was dim, and the symphony of rapid breathing accompanied by the accelerated heartbeat. Ye Yanze felt that this night was just right. It seemed that he didn't need to control the expression on his face. He just counted his heartbeats and enjoyed the present moment.

Zelsa actually saw his expression. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were filled with unremovable sadness. He did not expose him, but reached out to touch his cheek and fiddled with his eyelashes with his fingers.

He suddenly pulled Ye Yanze's hand to his thigh. Ye Yanze was startled but did not dodge. As a result, he just pulled his hand into his trouser pocket and seemed to touch a round iron box.

Zelsa didn't explain at all, she just lowered her head and kissed him, her fingers nimbly stripped off his cloak, and carried him upstairs to the bathroom. The light upstairs was unexpectedly on, and a bathtub of water had been placed there. Ye Yanze now understood that he was really anxious.

So I had already put the water here, and I had tools in my pocket. Ye Yanze was a little respectful, and Zelsa reached out and put the red flame into the water, and soon the water became hot. Zelsa looked at Ye Yanze with a smug look on his face.

Ye Yanze frowned and wanted to say something but stopped. Finally, he sighed and put his fingers on the belt to block his mouth, but before he could untie it, Zelsa grabbed his belt.

"For matters like this, Your Highness, just give your orders to your subordinates."

That sounds good, no servant would be so bold as to stick to the master from behind and press against his waist. Zelsa had seen his back a long time ago, slender and well-proportioned, with long hair half-hanging, and his robe hanging on his arms, covering his perky buttocks.

Ye Yanze stepped barefoot on the silk pants thrown on the ground, with his back facing him. A pair of rough wheat-colored hands grasped her thin white waist, and the rough calluses scratched her skin. Ye Yanze couldn't stand at all and slid down.

Zelsa held him, rubbed her cheek against his smooth hair, bit his ear, and whispered, "Stand still."

Ye Yanze had no place to stand on, so he stood up straight with his toes curled up on the ground and bit his lip. Zelsa immediately let go of his hand, and Ye Yanze couldn't see his movements. The mist in front of him was not cold, but he was naked, with only the open robe draped over his arms, which made him shrink his shoulders.

He soon realized what Zelsa had done. He picked up the hem of his clothes that had fallen to the ground, letting them hang down on both sides. He put one hand under the hem, and naturally felt the soft fabric piled up on his wrist.

Ye Yanze suddenly opened his eyes wide, and almost fell down. But he was supported by Zelsa's other hand. His face and neck were covered with sweat, and his temperature was frighteningly high. She reached out and touched his stomach, as if to comfort him but also with ill intentions.

"Can you stand steadily?" Zelsa asked him kindly, and just after asking, she leaned over to kiss him on the side of his face, took a sticky bite, and then felt that it was too much, so she licked his tears.

"If you can't stand steadily, sit down. I'll take over, Your Highness." He said with a low laugh, which made Ye Yanze want to slap him back, but he couldn't.

Ye Yanze's light-colored eyelashes were slightly closed, with water vapor hanging on his eyelashes, and his whole body turned red. Finally, he was put into the bathtub, but the water temperature was obviously suitable, but he screamed the moment he sat down, and angrily splashed water on Zelsa.

Zelsa was busy putting the last bit of stuff in the small iron box when she was unexpectedly splashed with water in the face. Water was all over her eyelashes, forehead, and eyebrows. Her clothes were wet and stuck to her body, and the outline of her muscles could be vaguely seen.

Ye Yanze thought it was funny again, and looked into his eyes again, feeling a little scared, and slowly slid into the water with his legs together. It was like a mermaid hiding in the sea after getting into trouble, except that this beautiful fish had been forced to grow legs, and was trapped in the bathtub by the little hooligan, unable to go anywhere, so he could only think of ways to please him.

Zelsa wiped her face and smiled, taking off her clothes in front of him without blushing, staring at him. Ye Yanze was really embarrassed at first, then his face turned pale, subconsciously turned his back to him and said in a muffled voice: "Or let's take it slow, we are all tired tonight."

"Go to bed early."

Zelsa responded in a low voice unexpectedly, then squeezed into the bathtub, touched his hair twice, leaned close and whispered to comfort him: "So hurry up, so you can go to bed early."

There was a small window on one side of the bathroom that was closed, but it had been polished so that it was transparent and the moon could be seen through it.

The day was clear and cloudless, and the moonlight at night was bright and gentle, but Ye Yanze's eyes were filled with water and he always felt like there were flowers. The light flickered and he soon felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of water overflowing and shaking out.

With a plop, the water fell on the tiles.

Seeing him closing his eyes and frowning, Zelsa leaned close to his ear and kept talking. Ye Yanze couldn't stand it anymore, and bit his arm with red ears, but he only felt the bulging muscle lines on his arm and didn't cause any damage.

Ye Yanze changed his strategy, turned his head and looked into his red black eyes, ruthlessly spitting out a few words in pieces: "What a tacky... hooligan talk... shut up."

Zelsa seemed to be really shocked. He forced him to look at him face to face and asked seriously, "Do you think I'm unsophisticated?" This made Ye Yanze fall limply into his arms, crying non-stop. He bit his Adam's apple fiercely and cried so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

"You are... a country bumpkin, a fool, a hooligan..."

Ye Yanze cursed incoherently, his eyelashes were wet and his eyelids and nose were red. Zelsa kept patting his back, apologizing humbly, repeating and acknowledging every title that the Holy Son had called him.

Ye Yanze's emotions faded quickly, and he opened his eyelids to look at him. Zelsa didn't smile, she was really panicking, her eyes were drooping, her hair was dripping down, like a drowned dog, and when she saw him looking at her, she came over and kissed the corner of his mouth affectionately.

"I was wrong. Are you okay?" As he said this, he was about to check down his back. Ye Yanze immediately held his hand from behind and kissed his lips.

The big bed in the bedroom was wrapped tightly with curtains and shrouded in gauze. The bed was made of fine wood, but it could not bear the weight and the gauze curtains swayed. When the wind blew, occasionally a few low sobs and gentle comforts could be heard.

It was late at night and the room was dark. A piece of paper appeared out of nowhere on the table, lit up with a red flame and then went out.

Ye Yanze swore that he had never spent such a long night. He was woken up by the heat in the morning. When he woke up, he saw his wheat-colored chest muscles. When he looked up, he saw his chin and his sleeping face with a smile.

He has high brow bones, a straight nose, and is very handsome. His upper eyelids are thin and double-lidded, and the tails of his eyes are long. When he is not smiling, he looks a bit cold and fierce. But recently he always smiles in front of him, and his eye bags are squeezed, making him look like a silly dog.

"Silly dog."

Ye Yanze spoke in a low voice, half-lowered his eyelashes to hide the complex emotions in his eyes, and cursed him in a low voice again.

"Silly dog."

"You fell out with me right after sleeping?" A low, hoarse voice sounded, causing the chest to vibrate against his. He laughed softly, reached out under the quilt to stroke his waist and pat his back gently.

"Your Highness has a cruel heart."

Zelsa chased him and kissed his face, not forgetting to touch his long hair and carefully pull it. Ye Yanze was caught by his long legs, bounced weakly twice, and gave up directly to avoid suffering more.

Zelsa also became obedient and immediately changed her attitude, asking him how he felt, whether he was tired, and whether it was possible for him to ask for a morning of daytime sex.

Ye Yanze sneered and criticized, rejecting his invitation, but he was not strong enough, so he had to agree to Zelsa's request to take a step back.

It was a bright day, and his black eyes were staring at him closely. The fiery and sincere affection in his eyes almost burned him. Ye Yanze could see the infatuated and intoxicated look on his face, but he inexplicably lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at him.

"If I were the emperor, then you would be my queen and my master," he promised in a low breath, and then told him solemnly.

"I am yours."

Zelsa actually wanted to say three other words, but he had a hunch that those three words meant nothing to this little liar, so it would be better to say this, and he would always believe it a little.

As expected, Ye Yanze did not respond. He just half-closed his eyelashes, kicked the quilt away, raised his chin and ordered him: "Wipe it clean."

Zelsa got up and put her clean robe around him, then casually put on her shirt and pants and turned around to get her things to clean up.

The bed curtain fell, and only his silhouette could be seen dimly. Ye Yanze was silent for a long time, then he lifted the curtain on this side and saw the note on the table. A golden light flashed, and the note fell into his hands.

It seems that Zelsa acted quickly. He already had a large number of followers in Saint Tobiri, which made sense, otherwise his plan to take him away would not have gone so smoothly.

A golden light flashed, and the note disappeared in his hand. The next second, the gauze curtain was lifted, and Ye Yanze's fingers trembled.

Zelsa placed the back of her hand on his forehead, staring at him with her black eyes, the smile gone from her face, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you cold?"

Luther's actions were faster than he thought. He said he would arrive in three days. Ye Yanze guessed that he would arrive earlier, but looking at the note sent to Zelsa, Luther arrived today.

Ye Yanze opened his arms and let Zelsa help him put on his robe. He was becoming more and more skilled and even seemed to be enjoying it.

Ye Yanze sat in front of the window, and behind him, Zelsa was slowly combing his hair, stroking it with her fingers and carefully braiding it.

Bang!

Ye Yanze's eyelids twitched, and a blue light came straight from the air and crashed into the red and gold magic circle that was still in operation. The powerful elemental forces collided, the airflow deformed the clouds, and invisible pressure spread over Gaya.

Zelsa continued to braid the hair in her hand, squatted in front of him, and reached out to touch his pale cheek. Her expression was calm, and her black eyes stared at Ye Yanze.

"The head of Hilt has come in person." Zelsa pulled up his right hand again and pinched his index finger, which was the finger that had just burned the note.

"Why did you do this secretly without wanting me to know?" Zelsa was calm, unlike him, her black eyes lowered to look at his slender fingers with pink fingertips.

He seemed to chuckle, "Are you afraid that I'll be jealous?" He looked at Ye Yanze and laughed again, but he stared into his eyes without a smile, "You can't be afraid that I'll know about the precautions in advance and then I won't be able to get away."

"Are you afraid that I will lock you up here forever?"

Ye Yanze didn't explain, but just looked at him and reminded him: "The magic circle can only withstand three attacks from him at most. We should leave now."

Zelsa chuckled. It turned out that when he was with him, he had been thinking about how to get away. Just because he chose herself, it didn't mean that he would stay with him.

First of all, it seems that coming to Gaya has always been in his calculations. He has been reading books on the way here, and he has a quick reaction ability here. He even knows Gaya's magic circle so well. He has thought about how to profit from everything Gaya does.

It's not that he didn't understand, but he didn't dare to think too deeply about it, because the next question was, was the temporary pleasure he sought also a move he had planned?

Zelsa asked him in a low voice as if compromising, "Should we go, or should you go yourself?"

Ye Yanze's Adam's apple rolled, and finally he just looked at Zelsa: "You are not suitable to stay in the capital anymore."

Zelsa lay on his shoulder as if exhausted, and said calmly: "You are right. Not only can I bite the leash to find you, but I can also trap you."

Bang--

Ye Yanze felt his warm breath on his neck. He looked up at the sky and said, "Luther doesn't care whether Gaya lives or dies. Don't force him."

Zelsa's calm expression was finally shattered by his words. She grabbed his neck and bit his lips hard, not letting go until blood appeared.

"You're forcing me."

*

Outside the small white building, almost everyone was there. Even Lily, who had just given birth, was sitting in the living room holding Aurora. They all heard the sound of cups being broken upstairs, and when they saw the two people coming down one after the other, they immediately looked at them worriedly.

Neil looked disapproving: "If you have something to say, just say it nicely, why are you throwing things?" Lily saw through something and nudged him to shut up. She just smiled and looked at Ye Yanze.

"Your Highness, no one in Gaya will forget the kindness you have shown us over the past few days."

Ye Yanze was still wearing the same white robe with gold weaving as when he came. He looked no different except for the cut on his lower lip. Zelsa, on the other hand, looked like he had lost his soul, and there were scratches on his hands that were dripping with blood.

Sunny was hesitant to speak, and in the end did not remind him to treat his wound.

Ye Yanze walked to Lily, glanced at Aurora who was crying, closed his eyes and drew a golden magic circle on her forehead, and soon she calmed down.

Just as Lily was about to thank him, he took the lead and walked out. Everyone subconsciously looked at Zelsa, who had an ugly face, and he just stood there and watched him walk out and take the reins.

Suddenly he strode to Ye Yanze, jumped on his horse, pulled him onto the horse's back, shouted, and galloped towards the city gate.

No one spoke on the way, and Zelsa did not deliberately slow down to delay time. On the contrary, he rushed forward almost fiercely, forcing Ye Yanze to stick to his chest.

"You shouldn't have come." Ye Yanze suddenly said this in a low voice.

Zelsa sneered and said calmly: "It seems that this is not within your calculation range."

"I've already sent you here, what else can't I accept?"

Zelsa held his waist and looked at Luther who was also sitting on a horse in the distance.

The blue light in Luther's hand faded. He leaned forward slightly and smiled. Then he looked at Ye Yanze who was being held tightly by the waist. A blue light so fast that it was hard to see clearly flew over.

The next second, the red light blocked the front for a moment, and everyone saw the blue arc, and then a cut appeared on the side of Zelsa's face.

Blood gushed out and dripped down to the chin.