Chapter 155 My Heart
After Samuel returned to the room, he carefully locked the door and drew all the curtains, and the room immediately became dim.
Soon, a shirtless red-haired man came out of the bathroom, and Samuel noticed that he had actually taken a shower.
Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair onto her trapezius muscles, then slid down her plump chest, and finally seeped into the pure white bath towel.
It was obvious that Arnold covered his key parts with cloth, just like the previous two times.
The atmosphere was completely different - he was like someone having an affair with Samuel, the sexual tension was full.
"Arnold." Samuel called him.
Samuel's heart, which had been beating wildly, finally calmed down.
His premonition was right, Arnold actually came to see him during the day.
Aren’t the living dead allowed to be seen in public?
Samuel was about to ask when Arnold walked up to him.
The red-haired young man put his arms around Samuel's waist, forcing him to stand on tiptoe and hug him face to face.
"I miss you so much, mother." The dripping red hair rubbed against Samuel's neck, and the cold water droplets slid into his clothes through the gaps in his clothes.
This young man, who was a head taller than me, had the same scent as me. He took a bath in the bathtub I used last night.
The living dead loves cleanliness, no wonder there is no corpse smell on his body.
At such a close distance, Samuel's ears were numb from the young man's shouting. He quickly broke free from the young man's embrace and put some distance between him and Arnold.
"Why are you here during the day?" Samuel asked, then remembered that Arnold had just said he came because he missed him, so he changed the question, "Didn't you say you can't be in the sun?"
He sat on the sofa, and Arnold followed closely, half-knelt and rested his chin on his thigh.
He really looks like a puppy, and he is still thinking about his loyal dog. Samuel was so touched by his cuteness that he couldn't help but ruffle Arnold's red hair.
Arnold narrowed his eyes in comfort.
"I suddenly remembered something and didn't want to sleep in a coffin anymore." Arnold said, "I came here via a teleportation array, so I didn't get any sunlight."
"What did you remember?"
"Remembering you might need me..."
He leaned forward and rubbed his face lovingly against Samuel's chest.
Samuel was wearing comfortable home clothes, and Arnold could feel his warm skin through the thin and soft clothes.
My heart is beating in his chest, Arnold thought.
very nice.
Last night, almost as soon as Samuel left, Arnold returned to the cemetery with his pajamas.
As dawn approached, the other zombies hurried back to find a place to hide. Each of them had a large amount of gold in their body. One of them accidentally opened Arnold's coffin.
Arnold had just entered a dormant state and was disturbed for no reason. As soon as he opened his golden eyes, he immediately scared the mummy who disturbed him and made him kneel on the ground.
The first rays of dawn began to sweep across, and the zombie had no time to dodge and was illuminated. In an instant, he turned into dust, and several pieces of gold that he had swallowed fell to his feet with a thud.
Arnold reacted quickly and closed the coffin lid quickly.
At dawn, there was no more sound in the cemetery.
Arnold, whose sleep was interrupted, kicked the gold nuggets at his feet, a little absent-minded.
Suddenly, he remembered that he also had a similar piece of gold.
It's bigger than this, and it contains magical power.
Where is it?
His slow brain started working, and after thinking for a long time, Arnold finally remembered that his piece of gold seemed to be in his body.
He touched his chest with twisted scars. There was no heart inside. What supported the immortality of his body and soul was a piece of gold nugget about the same size as his heart.
Arnold vaguely remembered that this gold nugget was given to him by someone else and contained an ancient magic contract.
Where is my own heart?
It seems like it's with a very important person, with my mother.
My heart is with my mother.
Arnold's eyes lit up and he was as excited as a child who had finally solved a difficult problem.
He recalled some fragments one after another: in the basement as bright as daylight, his mother was tied to the rack by the bad guys, and the bad guys had dug a big hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out very slowly.
It seemed like he had been caught by the bad guys and his heart had been dug out.
Arnold didn't remember how he defeated the bad guys in the middle. The only thing left in his memory was the scene of him putting the heart back into his mother's body.
The puppy slowly realized that he seemed to have put his heart into his mother's body, and then he got a piece of gold nugget from someone else that was enough to prolong his life.
It's okay for the heart to be with the mother, the treasure should be given to the mother for safekeeping.
But now that he remembered it, Arnold couldn't help but think about it.
He raised his hand and drew a simple teleportation array on the coffin lid, sending himself back to his mother's room.
His mother was not in the room, but Arnold remembered his mother's instructions, that he must not be discovered by others, so he did not go to look for her.
Instead, he went to the bathroom to take a shower - his memory gradually recovered and also brought back some common sense. Arnold knew that his mother would like him more if he smelled good in the shower.
At this moment, lying on the soft chest, listening to his heart beating in his mother's chest, Arnold felt a kind of happiness similar to that of a child who gets a little interest on the New Year's money he has saved with great effort.
He felt particularly at ease and satisfied.
I couldn't help but keep rubbing it.
Samuel mistakenly thought that he was thinking about breastfeeding again, rolled his eyes, grabbed his hair and pulled him out.
At any other time, Samuel wouldn't mind having a romantic encounter with a handsome guy like Arnold, a younger guy.
But not at a time like this when lives are at stake.
Right now, he was half dead and his future was bleak. Arnold was even worse off than him. He was dead but came back to life. His intelligence was like that of a toddler. How could Samuel possibly flirt with him?
Having almost had a reaction a few times before, Samuel secretly made up his mind that he must not fall at such a critical juncture.
No matter how good the atmosphere is or how handsome the puppy is, it won’t work.
He stood up suddenly and walked around twice.
Samuel actually didn't know what he was doing, but he intuitively felt that the atmosphere was a little off. The sad thing was that he was probably the only one who felt that the atmosphere was off, and a certain red-haired puppy with a low IQ didn't think there was anything wrong at all.
Samuel walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water. Seeing Arnold looking at him, he asked him if he wanted to drink too.
Arnold shook his head.
He had no need to drink water, he just thought his mother's moisturized lips were beautiful.
It looks delicious... Hey, why does it taste good to me? I don't need to eat.
Very strange.
But I really want to eat.
Arnold's peanut-sized brain couldn't figure this out, so he just stared at Samuel without blinking.
Samuel felt uncomfortable being looked at by him.
Anyone who is stared at by a younger man in a dim room, and who has had several inappropriate contacts with him, will have a lot of fantasies.
Samuel suddenly and strangely realized that there was a taboo relationship between him and Arnold - stepson and stepmother.
Although, due to Mr. Herman's absence, the original body and him did not complete the wedding, and even this wedding was a scam from the beginning.
Although, she was a time traveler and could not be considered Arnold's stepmother.
But in the eyes of many outsiders, even Samuel himself is not a person who knows nothing. He has already felt this subtle stimulation.
But he was the only one like this.
He glanced at Arnold, who had an expressionless face but a frighteningly straightforward look in his eyes, and wanted to cover his puppy eyes.
"By the way," Samuel asked him, "what makes you think I need you?"
Arnold took a shower and looked better and more flexible than yesterday. Samuel was curious about how much memory he had recovered.
"I remember someone hurt you before." Arnold held Samuel's hand and said, "It won't happen again. I will protect my mother."
His eyes were sincere, and Samuel could not detect a trace of pretense.
While feeling relieved, Samuel also felt a lot more secure.
He thought, even without any training, the puppy had already become loyal and protective of its owner spontaneously. What a good dog.
"Arnold."
"Um."
"If I get tired of it later... No, I'm tired of it now. I mean, if I want to live somewhere else later, will you come with me?"
"Yes, I won't leave you."
Samuel smiled.
He was half dead, and Arnold was dead and pretending to be dead. They were both the same, neither of them was a normal person.
If he could escape from this whirlpool, he would take his loyal puppy to live somewhere else where no one would harm them.
They are a great magician and an alchemist. They should be able to live more comfortably if they leave the Golden Town, a place full of wolves and tigers and being watched by clergymen, right?
Besides, Samuel had prepared a generous amount of money for himself, which was more than enough to raise a puppy.
As noon approached, Samuel knew that he would definitely be called by Bishop Cassius again tonight and be forced to live a life of day and night reversal.
He asked Arnold to be alone for a while, and if he was bored, he could think about alchemy and the alchemy array, saying that his weak mother needed his protection. Arnold immediately perked up and promised him that he would try hard to recall.
Samuel went to wash up.
The locked room with thick curtains blocks out any sunlight, making it perfect for catching up on sleep.
Sometimes Samuel feels that, under his current extreme operating conditions, his biggest source of pain is actually lack of sleep - there is never a single day when he gets enough sleep.
"Mom, can I sleep with you?" Arnold asked, lying on the edge of the bed.
Samuel was almost asleep.
"Well, whatever you want..."
Samuel was very tolerant of the loyal little dog.
After he fell asleep, Arnold carefully got into bed.
Samuel happened to be sleeping on his side facing Arnold.
What I saw before me was the same chest as that day, soft and beautiful like a dove, squeezed even fuller by my arms.
Arnold stared expressionlessly.
He was a little smarter than yesterday. He vaguely knew that he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help it and leaned forward to gently suck it.
He hasn't learned to control himself yet, but his movements are much gentler than the previous times.
After realizing that his heart was with Samuel, he suddenly learned to cherish him.
…
If yesterday's city lockdown only made the residents a little unhappy, feeling that the guards were ineffective, restricting everyone's freedom and blocking the financial path of the town's businesses.
So last night, countless people saw through their windows a strange scene that they would never forget in their entire lives - zombies and hundreds of ghosts roaming at night.
The streets were filled with twisted, crawling corpses.
Many people's doors were knocked by the living dead.
—The guards are liars! There aren't any orcs causing trouble! They're just the dead who've been dead for a long time and are now back to life!
The Golden Town was in complete chaos.
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