Chapter 31 July Flower Personal Servant
The decoration in the corridor was no different, with only some medals hanging on the walls, which were either awarded by the royal court or spontaneously given by various nobles who were grateful to him.
Zelsa followed Ed forward, and when he saw him scanning the badges, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of arrogance and explained to Zelsa.
"His Highness never cared about these things. He just picked out some that he thought looked good and hung them here."
Zelsa showed awe and gratitude at the right time, but he was secretly mocking in his heart. These are his honors? Not necessarily. In his heart, I am afraid that those are the ropes that bind him, reminding him again and again that if he behaves well, he will get candy.
"Ahem...I don't want to drink it. Take it away."
A low, hoarse voice came faintly from the corridor. There were only a few steps in this corridor, but every subtle emotion in the voice was clearly audible.
Ed quickened his pace and led him around a corner into the small garden in the inner courtyard. The pillars of the semi-open corridor on all four sides were wrapped with bright red flowers. Looking towards the middle, there were even more flowers and trees in the shade, and the colors were gorgeous, like the thick colors of an oil painting.
Zelsa stood at the end, following Ed's footsteps and saw the man curled up in the sun on a recliner. He curled up in the blanket, stretched out his fingers to pinch the dark green leaves, and turned his head away.
The white-clad attendant on the side was so anxious that he was almost sweating, and he kept calling out to His Highness the Son of God. He tilted his head, his platinum eyelashes half-hanging, and his smooth light-colored hair scattered in front of him. His color was so light, yet he was nestled in a sea of gorgeous colors.
"Your Highness, your fever has finally subsided, how can you come out and get some fresh air?"
Ed stepped forward and grabbed the blanket to cover the outstretched foot, his face full of grief. Ye Yanze turned his head and looked straight at the gray Zelsa, through the anxious faces of the servants.
The sarcastic expression on his face disappeared completely, and when their eyes met, Zelsa's heart suddenly started beating faster and his fingertips went numb. He stopped pretending and smiled.
That smile looked malicious, half-smile, more like a wild beast ready to choose its prey.
"who is he?"
Ye Yanze's expression remained unchanged. He lay back on the recliner, playing with the bright red flowers with his fingers but never pulling off a single petal.
Ed choked for a moment, then remembered that he hadn't asked his name yet, and quickly waved back for him to come forward. Ye Yanze didn't look over, but just asked everyone to leave, and the bowl of medicine was placed on the small table on the side.
"This man is the one you saved that night. He is grateful and wants to be loyal to you. I have seen that he can indeed use elemental power. He may be a good mage."
As Ed spoke, Zelsa kept staring at Ye Yanze's outstretched hand. Her skin was white and delicate, without any blemishes or moles, and her lines were graceful, like a perfectly crafted creation.
"Come forward."
Ye Yanze showed no interest after listening to Ed's story, nor did he care that a person from Colin District had such a talent. He just stretched out his hand casually like teasing a dog.
Zelsa gritted his teeth, lowered his head and walked forward respectfully. However, Ye Yanze didn't even look at him, but just let Ed go down first.
The bitter smell of medicine entwined with the fragrance of flowers entered Zelsa's nose, but she wondered if the Son of God would die of illness. He had such powerful healing and purification powers but he couldn't even cure his own cold. What a waste.
“What can you do for me by coming to the temple?”
The low, hoarse voice was hollow and emotionless, as if he was really meeting a stranger.
"I can protect your highness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yanze raised his hand and released golden threads that quickly attacked him. Zelsa didn't expect him to attack suddenly, but he reacted quickly. The red flames burned up the golden threads that bound him, leaving only small red and golden light particles that dissipated in the garden.
Occasionally, red light particles falling on the petals would burn a scar, but golden light particles falling on it would immediately restore it to its original state.
"Well, Your Highness?"
Zelsa walked over to Ye Yanze and pulled down the flower he had been fiddling with. The tree trembled and the leaves and petals fell off.
His hands were ugly, with thick wrist bones, thick knuckles, long fingers that were visibly rough, wheat-colored skin and scars running across the back of his hands. Holding the delicate flowers in his hands was like torture.
Ye Yanze glanced at his hand, looked up to meet his gaze, looked at him for a while and asked him.
"Why did you appear there that night? Why did you get so badly injured if you have such an unusual devouring ability?"
His tone was emotionless, as if he was just looking for something to say, and he didn't seem to be very interested in the abilities he displayed. However, Zelsa was sure that he was just playing hard to get, as he would always remember the expression on his face when he knew about his abilities in his previous life.
His usual arrogant and indifferent expression seemed to be shattered. He seemed to be drunk, and a blush appeared on his snow-white face. His purple eyes were no longer filled with false compassion and tenderness, but with frightening greed and desire.
Zelsa still liked that expression of his.
"Your Highness, don't you know?"
Zelsa stared at his eyes, as if trying to find something in them. Why did he appear in front of his carriage, and why did His Royal Highness, who was arrogant and indifferent, get off the carriage himself?
They should all know this tacitly.
"Ah, that seems to be what I was thinking of. Zelsa." Before he said his name, Ye Yanze smiled and whispered the name.
"Then will Your Highness leave me here?"
Ye Yanze leaned back in the recliner and just looked at Zelsa. Zelsa was so tall that he was completely covered in shadow, making it seem like Ye Yanze was a helpless little animal with his throat bitten by him.
"You're so eager to come back and be my dog? Didn't you have enough of being a dog in your previous life?" Ye Yanze always speaks in a gentle and soft voice, like a perfect saint who is gentle and tolerant.
Zelsa's eyes instantly became dangerous, and she stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek and lift it up. Although his wheat color was not black, Ye Yanze's skin was too white, delicate and soft, and being pinched by his rough and inferior hands had a strange erotic feeling.
Zelsa didn't know what happened, his eyelids jumped, and when he saw his thin red lips and tongue being forced open, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He rubbed the warm and soft touch left on his fingers.
"We are cooperating this time." Zelsa lowered her voice a little, and her brows jumped again when she saw the fingerprints on his cheek. She was so delicate, and the marks would be left by just a casual touch.
"I know what you want, Your Highness. You should know that only I can do this."
Ye Yanze did not continue to speak in accordance with his words, but just spoke in the same gentle tone.
"But I don't like collaborators. I only keep loyal dogs by my side." Ye Yanze glanced at the medicine on the small table, wrinkled his nose and turned his head.
“The kind of dog that no matter how high it climbs, I just need to call it and it will run back with the leash in its mouth.”
Ye Yanze raised his head and met his eyes, seemingly unaware of the dangerous mood in front of him.
"Are you?"
Zelsa almost crushed the branch in his hand. The thorns on it could not cut his thick-skinned fingers, and the weak flower could only tremble in his hand.
"Your Highness, I have many choices. But you can only choose me."
Zelsa didn't understand his confidence at the moment. Ye Yanze had so many people around him, but none of them could really be used by him. The servants in the temple came from various families. Ed was a loyal dog, but he could only fold clothes and boil water.
He can only be a tool in the hands of the aristocratic family. When the crack appears again, Ye Yanze will be even more miserable without his protection.
He can rely on the aristocratic families, use their resources to climb up, and finally eat them up.
"Well, that's good." Ye Yanze smiled. The shape of his eyes was round in the front and slightly raised in the back like a little fox. People who were deceived by color thought he was holy and simple.
Zelsa couldn't bear to see his stubborn look, but suddenly thought of something, and looked straight at his heart.
"I was killed by you and came back here, Ye Yanze, how did you die?" His tone suddenly became lighter, but full of joy.
"Ah, let me guess. They finally sacrificed you alive. Drained your strength, cut open your chest and took out your heart." He reached out and touched his heart, then pinched the broken branch in his hand and stroked it across his cheek.
"And you, the only thing that can protect you is the spell of binding. You can't kill anyone, and you can't run far. You can only look at everyone's eyes hoping for your death in despair. No one will save you..."
"Is this how he died? Your Highness, the Holy Son."
As Zelsa spoke, a sincere smile appeared on his face. He had handsome and strong features, high brow bones, a straight nose, and sharp and dark eyes.
Such a smile makes him look like a naughty boy who makes his sweetheart cry. It is the charm of his undisguised aggressive nature. He doesn't look like a dog at all, but more like a wild and untamable wolf.
Ye Yanze's expression didn't change at all. He ignored his provocation and just asked him.
"So you mean that you can change my ending?" He just stated it in a declarative tone, but there was an inexplicable sense of sarcasm in his voice.
Zelsa moved her hand, and the branch of flowers stopped beside his ear. The bright red flowers were colorful, making the holy Son of God look inexplicably charming.
"Your Highness, no one can do it except me. You can only choose me."
Ye Yanze reached out and took the poor flower that had been ravaged by conservativeness. A golden light shone on his palm, and the flower returned to its original state. The wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze as if kissing his pale pink fingertips.
"You just want to use me to feed yourself, so that you can finally have the power to overthrow the noble families and the royal court, and kill all those upper-class people you hate. And when you have such power, the first thing you will do is to kill me, the person who killed you in your previous life."
As she spoke, she sighed softly, but there was no trace of worry between her brows, and her light eyelashes half-hid a hint of beautiful radiance.
"Sasa, why are you like this?" His sigh was playful, yet so gentle, the blame neither light nor heavy.
Zelsa was choked by his dog-like address, and the veins on his forehead jumped.
"Ye Yanze, if I go find someone else and keep this threat from you, will you be able to feel at ease?"
Ye Yanze held the flowers and looked up at him, gazing up at his face.
"I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die in your hands. Sasa, I'm happy with it."
His tone was so affected that Zelsa thought to herself, anyone who believed him would be an idiot.
"You have quick hands. Kill me gently and quickly. You know I'm afraid of pain."
Faking death, what a good fake, what is this for? Disgusting me?
Zelsa, however, remembered that in his previous life, after he touched his red flame, his eyes turned red with pain and he cried silently.
"If you...if you agree to cooperate with me, I won't kill you." Zelsa told himself that it was absolutely impossible, but he could trick him this way first.
He would definitely torture him first and then kill him. He would tie a dog chain to him, hang a dog tag around his neck, make him crawl on the ground, and step on him when he was unhappy, and then kill him.
He thought so, but his tone softened.
Ye Yanze laughed twice and said, "Sasa, you are such a nice person. But I still don't want to keep you in the temple."
"Why?" Zelsa frowned.
Ye Yanze raised the flower, a golden light flashed, and the branches and flowers were strangled to pieces and scattered down.
"I'm in a bad mood today."
He easily broke the limit of Zelsa's patience, but the next second Ye Yanze raised his head and looked at Zelsa with a smile in his eyes.
"But you're right. I want you."
Zelsa regained her senses instantly, not realizing that she was being pulled back and forth emotionally by him.
"Well, look here." Ye Yanze turned around and straightened the medicine on the table, and said softly: "Sasa, I'm in a bad mood because I have to drink this bowl of medicine. Do you have any solution?"
Before he finished speaking, Zelsa picked up the medicine and ignited a red flame casually, burning the medicine and the bowl. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Yanze, but was stung by his shining light purple eyes and frowned.
"Is it OK?"
Ye Yanze sat up, smiled and called Ed over.
"Leave him in the temple."
Zelsa raised an eyebrow and finally felt relieved, and the next second she heard him continue.
"Just be my personal servant."
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