Chapter 173 Revenge
The savior was stunned for a moment, and the next second he smiled, as if his whole body was glowing, and his light golden eyelashes cast delicate and entwined shadows on his beautiful blue irises.
"Don't you like this?" he asked softly, hooking a length of chain with his slender fingers.
The professor frowned and glanced at him in confusion: "Why should I like this kind of thing?"
You are going crazy. Without the cover of your glasses, your smoky gray eyes, which seem unusually sharp and bright, look at him in such a condemning manner.
The other person's voice was very soft, the tip of his tongue moving sweetly, with a strong hint of temptation: "Don't you want to pull the chain around my neck, lock me up somewhere where no one can find me, and conduct experiments and observations at will..."
The savior leaned forward a little bit, his golden hair flowing down and falling into the shadow of his collar, and his gentle murmurs were mixed with the shaking and knocking sounds of the iron chain around his neck.
His eyes seemed to drag people into a completely unfamiliar sea, and under the soft sway of the waves and the skylight, let people drown in the suffocating transparent water: "Let me only look at you, only hear your voice, all the joy and pain are because of you..."
"—until I become completely yours?"
“…”
The professor stared at him for a moment, speechless, then slowly used his palm to push away the face that was too close.
...My breath all went into my ears, it was itchy.
"Although its authenticity is still controversial in academia," he said, speaking slightly faster, "the Stockholm complex is definitely unhealthy."
Seeing the man's puzzled expression, the professor gave a brief explanation, "Humans develop traumatic bonding mechanisms in extremely controlling relationships, such as victims becoming emotionally dependent on their perpetrators. While not pathological, it's part of their survival mechanism. However, if these bonds persist after escaping the extreme environment, they can very well affect normal life—and that's not good."
Azuka: “…”
The professor deadpanned, "So I don't want to, thank you."
Then, the guy began to squint his eyes and chuckle silently, looking very happy, as he looked at him as if he was a lunatic.
...What should I do? At an angle where the moon couldn't see, he patiently licked the surface of her teeth with the tip of his tongue, his eyes gentle and nostalgic.
—But I think, my lord.
Red Snake left in a daze, having forgotten what he came for.
The professor calmly walked around the Rusty Iron Market wearing a cloak. In order to look more convincing, he even hung shackles on his wrists, but fortunately the cloak covered them.
But this wasn't noticeable at the Rusty Iron Market. The street lamps swayed in the wind, casting mottled shadows. The stalls were crowded and cluttered, and most buyers and sellers, whether buyers or sellers, habitually concealed their faces and identities.
Azuka followed his nemesis silently, like a loyal shadow. But the person beside him suddenly stopped, and Azuka stopped too, only to see that the person had turned his head and was staring at a seemingly insignificant figure in the crowd covered by almost identical cloaks.
Hadi, the little prince of the Alan tribe, was in a very bad mood. The almost rotten stench filled his nostrils, which had been smelling expensive spices for years. The overly rough fabric of the cloak rubbed his skin, which had long been accustomed to delicate silk. What's more, there were malicious eyes everywhere passing through him, making him want to dig out the eyes of those untouchables.
Damn Silver Iris people! The little prince's cold eyes swept over the slaves sold on the street one by one - many of them were weak alien slaves from the Gray Domain Alliance. After all, except for the Alan tribe, the Gray Domain Alliance could barely be considered a legitimate country, and the other scattered tribes and beast herds were not much better.
Even if these untouchables were truly lowly, they were still the property of the Gray Domain Alliance, the property of the Alan Tribe, destined to control and devour the entire Gray Domain Alliance. Those shameful Silver Iris people had no right to meddle with them. He wished to kill every single one of them, whether they were Silver Iris people or the Gray Domain slaves who had tarnished the dignity of the Alliance.
If the teacher hadn't insisted on coming to the Bloody Bazaar...
Little Prince Alan's gaze suddenly fixed, as he seemed to see an extremely familiar face - so familiar that it made one grit one's teeth. After his teacher Talon learned the news, he sent people to conduct an emergency search and scolded him mercilessly, mainly scolding him for being impulsive and indecisive.
This matter concerns that god, and must not be leaked. Even if it's the Great Prince or King Charon's men, so what? We can just buy time and wait for him to come and capture him. Could he really turn against a saint over a subordinate?
Even if it was a priest from the Temple of Night, Talon was not afraid. Even if the high priest came in person, he was confident that he would be more favored by the gods than the other party. After all, he was still "useful".
But now, the guy who made Hardy hate so much was appearing among the people coming and going in the Rusty Iron Market, and his eyes met his. His disgusting smoky-gray eyes were staring at him without any emotion, or perhaps they were staring at the void, but Hardy felt that the other party was mocking him.
"stop!"
Hardy subconsciously chased after him, but the guy turned around and ran. His speed didn't seem very fast, but when he squeezed through the crowded crowd, the other party had already appeared farther away from him.
Want to play cat and mouse? Hardy's mouth curled up slightly, and it was unclear who was the cat and who was the mouse.
He became more leisurely and followed the other person's footsteps slowly until they both entered a deserted dark alley, and the end of the alley was a dead end. Seeing that there was finally nowhere to escape, the man slowly turned around and looked at Hardy's face calmly.
"Your Highness Hadi." The black-haired young man nodded at him gracefully, speaking in the common language without any intention of greeting.
"You're really good at running away," Hardy sneered, approaching the man step by step: "Running? Why aren't you running now?"
He grabbed the man's collar and wanted to pull him up, but the man subconsciously stepped back and pulled his cloak off, revealing the shackles on his wrists.
Hadi was stunned and immediately flew into a rage: "You are actually a slave?!"
No matter what the other party knew, he was fooled by a slave last time. The little prince had never suffered such a great humiliation. His eyes were red with anger, his fingers were shaking, and he raised his whip and lashed at the man's head and face.
It is worth mentioning that this guy has changed into a luxurious new whip. The dragon scales mixed with mithril are woven into a magic circle pattern, which even looks more expensive.
"Well--!"
Before the whip even touched the flesh, it crumbled into ash. Hardy instinctively clutched his neck, his mouth gaping in agony, unable to draw any air, like a fish out of water. His body seemed to float in mid-air, twisting into a hideous, horn-like bow.
A man slowly walked out from behind the black-haired slave.
The other party glanced indifferently at the little prince's swollen and purple face with his golden eyes, then picked up the cloak that fell on the ground, frowned and looked at it for a long time, but still did not put the muddy cloak on his enemy.
He simply took off his own cloak and wrapped it around the man, which still held his body temperature. He carefully fastened the laces and whispered, "Did he hurt you?"
The professor glanced at him and shook his head slightly.
The person by his side last time was Maxine, and he let her go because he was afraid of Saint Talon. But this time, the one following him was Azuka, a real god. He was confident and could naturally act more simply and roughly at times.
He was infected by Ole Asaqi, the professor thought seriously, but this god was too easy to use, whether it was his appearance or his strength, even if Talon came -
"Hadi!"
An angry roar pierced through the dark alley. The saint's suppressed anger caused the gravel on the street to tremble in unison, and even the shadows appeared to be slightly distorted.
The little prince stared intently in the direction of his life-saving straw with his bloodshot eyes. When he saw the gray-eyed guy, he had already informed his teacher with his magic tool, which was why he was so fearless.
The teacher came. In the fear and pain of dying, Hardy was extremely relieved to think that although he did not expect that there was such a strong man beside the slave, no matter what level of warlock the other party was, he could not be stronger than a saint.
And his teacher did live up to his expectations. As the chanting continued, the light in the alley grew dimmer, and shadows poured out from under everyone's feet, under the eaves, and even under every tiny brick and stone like a sticky liquid. They condensed into a huge, twisted human figure, and without hesitation, they roared and pounced towards the blond warlock at the end of the alley.
For some reason, this saint didn't seem to want to make too much noise.
Azuka calmly gazed at the dark figures. The magic-suppressing collar around his neck glowed faintly, but soon cracked softly. The blond sorcerer raised his right finger and casually pointed it in front of him.
Hardy suddenly fell from mid-air, along with those twisted black shadows, and he couldn't control himself and fell directly from the end of the alley to the beginning, smashing countless bricks and stones along the way. When he was about to fall out of the dark alley, he was pulled back by an invisible force and fell heavily in front of the professor. His entire head was deeply plowed into the ground, making a thunderous dull sound.
He was a sorcerer after all, yet he was still alive after all this, or perhaps someone had deliberately kept him alive. The utterly embarrassed Hardy stretched out his hand towards Talon, roaring intermittently, "Teacher, kill them—"
The little prince's eyes were blurred by blood, so he didn't see Taron's face suddenly turn pale.
——He will always remember this breath.
He once appeared in the city of Balando, shattered the tenth-level dark forbidden spell, destroyed the Gray Domain Alliance's hope of survival, ruined his deal with the God of Night and Death, and forced him to come to Port Morris.
...In other words, this young man in front of me, with simple clothes and an incredibly beautiful blond face, is a god.
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