Chapter 32 Do you like July Flower?
After he finished speaking, before Zelsa could react, Ed screamed loudly.
"Your Highness!"
Ye Yanze glanced at him, and Ed instantly shut up as if he was strangled by the neck. He glanced at Zelsa and bowed in response.
"What does valet... mean?"
Zelsa would not turn hostile immediately. With his status, staying in the temple was nothing more than a male servant, but Ye Yanze's words sounded as if he was specially recruited to serve.
Ye Yanze pulled the blanket upwards, his hair falling down, his light purple eyes looking at him intently, full of pure confusion.
"Literally, can't you just stay closer to me?"
Ed's eyes were fixed on Zelsa's back, as if he was questioning some kind of honor bestowed by His Highness, and was ungrateful.
Zelsa looked at him for a long time, and finally smiled. "My pleasure. I will do my best."
Ye Yanze smiled and nodded, then lazily lay back in his chair and casually waved his hand for them to leave.
But Ed stepped forward and whispered to him, "Your fever has just subsided. You can't be outside in the wind."
Ye Yanze frowned in displeasure and turned away. Zelsa was watching the undulating body curves under the blanket with amusement, and suddenly came forward and picked up Ye Yanze sideways without warning, and turned to look at Ed.
"Where is His Highness's bedroom?"
For a moment, Ed was unsure whether to stop him. His eyes wandered around the face of this daring servant in amazement, and he was speechless. What surprised him the most was that His Highness just frowned at Zelsa without saying much, as if he acquiesced to his behavior.
"Here...this side."
Zelsa hardly felt any weight. He just lowered his head and saw that this cunning and black-hearted guy was controlled in his hands.
In his previous life, Ye Yanze had to wipe his hands whenever he touched him, but now he had the ability to wipe his entire body. He suddenly came to his senses and realized a great benefit of this identity.
No one knows better than him what kind of person Ye Yanze is. He is selfish and black-hearted. He especially hates to interact with others, as if he will get stained with something dirty if he touches them a little more. So he has to take good care of him.
Ye Yanze frowned slightly, his face full of displeasure, but in the end he was tucked into the bed and curled up. He could only scold him lightly: "Get out of here and learn how to serve others."
Zelsa casually patted his pillow twice, and his little finger touched a few strands of cool and smooth platinum-colored hair. He picked them up casually, touched them twice, and put them back.
"Yes, Your Highness." The tone was no different from teasing.
Ed didn't have a good face towards this guy who was unexpectedly favored, and he was even more angry that he hugged His Highness without saying hello, which made his forehead throb.
But His Highness was particularly indulgent to him and only let him follow Ed and learn for a day before sending him away. He also had his hair done and ordered the small room next to the bedroom to be cleaned up.
The personal servants usually slept in a small room separated from the master's bedroom by a wall at night, but His Highness never wanted a so-called personal servant, so that room had always been vacant. This time, he was allowed to move in directly.
Not only Ed, but all the servants in the temple looked at Zelsa with a look as if this little goblin had some tricks up his sleeve.
After the vixen Zelza's hair was done up, it was indeed pleasing to the eye, no longer sloppy. The hair on her forehead was cut short, and the hair on the back of her neck was trimmed short and neat. Her handsome eyebrows and narrow double eyes exuded a kind of male hormone that made your heart beat fast.
Ye Yanze was still sick. He wore a silk pajamas and a shawl, leaning against the pillow, coughing softly while flipping through the book in his hand, and from time to time he picked up a beautifully colored feather pen and wrote something on it.
The secret door to the bedroom in front of him was open, and Zelsa, who had changed into servant's robes, was studying the door.
This secret door could actually be opened directly from his room, and when the door was opened it was Ye Yanze's bedroom. Zelsa felt a little secretly happy. In his previous life, he couldn't even enter the inner courtyard, but now he could enter and exit the bedroom at will.
"You trust me so much? Aren't you worried that I'll kill you?"
Zelsa was wearing a white shirt and white pants, with simple golden patterns on her shoulders, and the buttons and hems were all golden, the uniform of the temple servants.
Wearing it on him has nothing to do with words like sacredness and nobility. Even with his black hair smooth, he always looks like a person of superiority, giving people a sense of oppression.
Ye Yanze raised his head, glanced at him, and coughed twice in a low voice.
"If you kill me now, you will be hunted down by the noble families and the royal court, and the resources you want will be gone. Would you be so stupid?"
Zelsa looked at his cheeks, which were slightly red from coughing and wheezing, and somehow realized that he was in a bad mood. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to the bedside table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Ye Yanze glanced at him twice again, but still took the teacup. He took a sip and then threw it back on the table with a ruthless frown.
Zelsa spread his hands. He didn't mean it. He tried his best. His eyes followed the cup and saw a letter. The paper was delicate and smooth, and there was a family crest pattern.
"Luther Hilt? Who is this man?"
Zelsa noticed that when he said this, Ye Yanze became visibly happier.
"The new head of Hilt. He is said to be very close to me and we have known each other since childhood."
Zelsa's eyebrows jumped, and she looked into Ye Yanze's light purple eyes, but couldn't find any trace of joking.
“Can you say that? I can understand that at present, only the two of us know that Luther is a person who appeared out of nowhere?”
Ye Yanze liked his wording and nodded slightly to him to acknowledge his statement.
"The three major families of Hilt, Colin, and Eli have held a joint meeting to effectively undermine the royal court. Hilt is the most powerful, has the largest number of mages, and has the most territory in Jean. The current head of the family is Grote. Eli controls the most medical and pharmaceutical products, and the current head of the family is Sheila."
"That's right."
Ye Yanze nodded casually. Zelsa thought for a while and continued to probe.
"The king's court is currently ruled by Hope, a fool with his brain hanging on his lower body. The queen is Lady Bella from the Eli family. She doesn't participate much in council affairs, but she is very good at charity."
"Both are correct."
Hope is Ye Yanze's biological brother. The difference is that Hope is the heir born to the previous queen, while Ye Yanze was born to the previous king's mistress from the East.
"From what I have learned so far, the degree of pollution caused by the elements in various regions is about the same as it was at this time in my previous life. There are mutated monsters in the south, but generally speaking, the mages of each family can handle it."
Zelsa laughed and picked up the beautiful letter.
"So, I lived my life over again, and nothing changed, except for this guy who suddenly showed up." He glanced at the cover. The handwriting on it was in cursive, and it was quite beautiful. It was elegant and beautiful, and it was pleasing to the eye, with the upbringing of a great aristocrat.
"My sincerest apologies to my dearest Holy Son..." Zelsa's tone was not very good.
"You actually recognized her?" Ye Yanze raised his head and looked at Zelsa, his eyes widened in surprise, looking inexplicably cute.
Zelsa gritted her teeth and said, "What? Your Highness thinks I am illiterate?"
In his previous life, Ye Yanze noticed that he had the elemental power to ignore the laws and destroy and devour other people, so he took the initiative to appear in front of him and quietly offered to purify him once.
He has this ability but it is not without cost. Although he will not be corroded by the elements, the power in his body will stagnate, and it will be so serious that he will be unable to use his power like an ordinary person. But his purification can help him solve this problem.
At first they cooperated very well, until Ye Yanze used the original power of half of his body to bind, and the golden thread bound his heart forever.
From then on, he became a dog in Ye Yanze's hands, and was released to bite people for him when necessary.
It seems that Ye Yanze spent the most effort on him by restraining him with half of his body strength, and he actually treated him as an illiterate.
"Are you angry?" Ye Yanze closed the book in his hand and carefully put the feather pen aside.
His long hair was tied loosely on his left shoulder, and the collar and cuffs of his silky white nightgown had ruffles, looking soft and harmless. He lifted the quilt, casually took the shawl and gathered it, and lightly touched the instep to reveal clear blue veins.
He coughed twice under his breath, and Zelsa had no expression on her face and no intention of serving anyone. She looked at his calves maliciously, trying to guess whether he was wearing pants underneath.
"From your expression, I can tell that you are thinking about your past life and you are unhappy."
Ye Yanze walked to his side. There was an obvious height difference between them. In front of him, Ye Yanze was like a snow-white rabbit standing in front of a strong adult wolf.
"You're so angry. Apart from asking you to help me fight more, I didn't touch your resistance at all. I even helped you. How petty."
Zelsa laughed angrily, lowered his head slightly and stared at the kind-hearted Saint with a smile on his face.
"Thanks to you, my resistance army has become yours. It helps you weaken the power of the aristocratic families and support an obedient puppet emperor to take the throne."
If it weren't for the sudden disaster, this smiling Holy Son would have quickly wiped out all the noble families, royal courts, and even the resistance forces from the common people like him in one fell swoop.
"Small-minded." Ye Yanze seemed to be in a good mood. He looked up at him and smiled. His eyes were curved and the corners of his eyes were raised like a little fox.
"But who has made me so helpless again? I have to try to please you."
Zelsa immediately reached out and pinched his slender neck. The warm and delicate skin felt really good. He squinted his eyes and tightened his fingers, watching him open his lips and try hard to breathe.
He quickly let go, looking at his eyes with intense emotions that were raging and rolling, it was not love, and hatred was not all. The moment Zelza fell into the trap in his previous life, he admitted that he almost admired Ye Yanze.
"You have such a bad temper and your hands are so rough." Ye Yanze touched his neck and complained. There was no fear of death in his eyes, as if he had just played with him for a while.
He turned around and took the book on the bedside, held it with both hands, and handed it to Zelsa. Ye Yanze had been recuperating in bed these days, but he was not idle for a moment. He had been reading and writing with several books. Ed had come to persuade him several times, but he just waved his hand.
Zelsa thought he was studying some spell similar to the binding spell he used in his previous life, and maybe he was planning to do something behind his back.
In the end, was he doing it for him?
Zelsa took the book doubtfully, flipped through it casually, and then looked at Ye Yanze in surprise.
It contains the basic elemental magic laws, which are the basis for the practice of mages. The books and scrolls related to the practice of spells are only circulated among certain classes, and even the basic methods and instructions for perceiving and stimulating elemental power are not circulated to the outside world.
The noble families have their own way of learning and unique inheritance. Ordinary people can access common methods of perception and stimulation, but in a place like Colin District, it is a miracle to be able to recognize words.
This monopoly method is undoubtedly effective. Aristocratic families have the most mages, and capable mages must join aristocratic families in order to improve their abilities.
Once you use their resources or accept the resources of a certain family, you will have to learn their magic system and work for them.
What Ye Yanze gave him was the version circulated among the nobles, and he had marked on it where each family derived its own system, as well as some of his suggestions and explained some obscure parts.
He did not hide anything, and even broke it into pieces and fed it to his mouth.
Zelza's talent is very strong, he relied on wild methods and forced to stimulate his ability in the face of danger. In this way, he was able to have the power to compete with the great wizards of the aristocratic families in his previous life.
The advantage of this is that unlike conventional spells, they cannot do anything to him, but the disadvantage is also obvious. He is like a time bomb, and few of the rebels under his command can awaken in his way.
"Do you like it?"
Ye Yanze did not interrupt him to read, and waited until he closed the book before speaking. Zelsa warned himself that Ye Yanze would never do anything without profit, and it was not to please him as he said.
When Ye Yanze looked at someone wholeheartedly, the gentle and expectant glow made his purple eyes look like glittering gems, but those stupid stones were not as smart as he was.
Zelsa's Adam's apple rolled up and down repeatedly, and finally she said something stupid in a dry voice: "Really for me?"
Ye Yanze smiled and replied: "Yes, when you gather those lovely slum friends together, you can teach them."
"You were so powerful in your last life, I thought you didn't need it. Think about it this time, maybe you can figure out your own rules, and then help your friends learn magic."
Lied. Obviously, he was afraid that his power would increase and break through his "restraints".
"They will be able to help you better. You won't have to work so hard, and you won't have to get hurt so much."
Hypocrisy. Who made him suffer so much?
"Do you like this gift? I haven't done anything else these days except thinking about this gift for you."
He is lying to you.
Zelsa's mind was exceptionally clear, and she whispered two hard words: "I like it."
Ye Yanze heard it immediately and laughed happily, looking up into his eyes without any avoidance, clearly happy.
I must be sick, why do I feel so honored?
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