Chapter 137: Wen Jiyu's voice was cold and hard: "Come to my room to catch up on some sleep."
He Xile followed Wen Jiyu out of the detention center.
Yan Xiao's appearance just now made him feel a little heavy in his heart - he had long known that people with disorders would not live long, but he did not expect that in the later stages of the disorder, they would be so... skinny and listless, even similar to the appearance of some patients after radiotherapy and chemotherapy that He Xile saw when he was still in the hospital.
He Xile walked forward with his head down, feeling very worried.
Suddenly, he bumped into a not-so-soft body, and was almost embraced by the other person.
"What are you thinking about? You're so engrossed." A voice like the collision of metal, which belonged only to His Majesty, came from above his head.
He Xile: “?”
The two have not yet left the detention center. Why did Your Majesty stop here?
But soon, He Xile had no time to think about these things.
——So close.
He Xile was so close that he could clearly smell the faint fragrance of His Majesty, and even seemed to be able to feel the other's body temperature.
He subconsciously wanted to step back, to put some distance between them, but His Majesty raised both hands and pressed them against He Xile's shoulders, immobilizing him. The cloak practically enveloped He Xile. For a moment, the two stood still. Though separated by some distance, to an outsider, it looked like a tight, unbearable embrace.
He Xile couldn't help but hold his breath.
Ahhhh.
Why did Your Majesty suddenly hug him like this?
Isn't this a little, a little too—too intimate?
He Xile's earlobes turned red instantly.
He felt his entire body's temperature gradually rising. His mind was in a turmoil, unable to find any clues, leaving only a blank. He raised his head slightly, looked cautiously at His Majesty, and whispered, "Your Majesty? You..."
Wen Jiyu interrupted He Xile: "If you are in a bad mood, there is no need to be stubborn."
He Xile blinked.
What's the meaning?
There was a hint of certainty in Wen Jiyu's tone: "I am your... what do you humans say? Dependence? So no matter what negative emotions arise in your heart, you can rely on me. There is no need to hide or digest your emotions alone. That is very difficult to bear." At the end, Wen Jiyu's tone became a little light, as if he was recalling something long ago.
He Xile was stunned.
He didn't expect His Majesty to say such a thing. He hesitated for two seconds before nodding: "Yes."
Wen Ji and Your Majesty are much taller than He Xile.
He Xile always felt that staying in His Majesty's arms like this was like being a child, which made him a little uncomfortable, but the warmth coming from him made him want to be with him. This warmth ultimately led He Xile to not flee from His Majesty, but to move closer and hug him tightly.
He Xile put his head directly on Wen Jiyu's arms and closed his eyes.
The light fragrance always surrounded He Xile, calming him down.
An unknown amount of time passed before He Xile's mind gradually calmed down, and he stopped thinking too much. He faintly heard the voices of staff members talking not far away, and suddenly came to his senses. He quickly took two steps back, raised his head, and looked directly into His Majesty's ruby-like eyes. "Your Majesty, it's getting late now, and I'm a little hungry. Let's go back."
Wen Jiyu: "Yeah."
Wen Jiyu reached out and held He Xile's hand very naturally.
He slowed down his pace and cooperated with He Xile, walking out together with He Xile.
When they arrived at the hovercraft, the two people thought almost at the same time, this road is so short.
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That night.
He Xile once again dreamed of the fugitive bishop of the Holy See, the birdman.
The birdman looked down from above, flapping his wings and descending from the sky. He stared at He Xile with eyes full of wisdom and said in a tone of insight, "Now you should understand the meaning of what I said before, right?"
He Xile shook his head calmly: "No, I don't understand."
The birdman was given a meal.
He looked at He Xile deeply and thought to himself, this human being's brain seemed a little insufficient, but it didn't matter. As long as the other party's ability was sufficient and could enhance the reputation of the Holy See, that would be enough.
With this in mind, Austin said in a firm tone, "Your Majesty didn't tell you his second characteristic because it's his secret, and it's also the secret of the entire Haixinna. No one, no one, knows what his second characteristic is. Lord He Xile, use your clever head and think carefully about what kind of person would possess such a secret?"
"Or perhaps..." The birdman suddenly moved closer to He Xile, feeling oppressive. "What is he hiding?"
He Xile blinked.
Well.
He thought the birdman would use some reason to convince him, but he didn't expect it to be just this?
He Xile raised his eyes. Even though they were very close, He Xile met the birdman's gaze fearlessly. He said slowly, "I think this has nothing to do with you and me, right? A person's secondary characteristic doesn't represent that person's character. Does God think a person is dirty or cunning just because their secondary characteristic is a rat or a fox?"
Austin paused: "...Of course not."
He had just told He Xile that God loves the world, so this world of course includes everyone.
"That's all," He Xile shrugged. "So, if he doesn't want to talk about His Majesty's second characteristic, then he can just not say it, right? Why bother dwelling on it?"
Austin looked a little unhappy.
He stared at He Xile for a long while before uttering, "You weren't..."
This human didn't follow his ideas at all!
"No. I didn't."
He Xile blinked and smiled slightly. He met Austin's gaze. "Didn't you watch the news? I'm human, and my mental strength is different from yours. Your 'bewitching spell' obviously doesn't work that well on me."
Austin: “…”
The ability that Austin was so proud of didn't work in front of He Xile. Didn't his previous behavior make him look like a clown?
And this human being is like an audience watching a clown's performance, watching him make a fool of himself.
Thinking of this, Austin's face darkened.
In fact, at the beginning, when this human had just awakened, Austin did not think that the Church needed to win the support of humans. After all, in the eyes of several core members, humans were useless except for their cute appearance.
But when the news that He Xile could cure disorders became widespread, Austin and others realized that humans were very important to the current Vatican and might even be the key to the Vatican's turnaround.
Only then did he prepare to use his abilities to communicate with He Xile.
Austin had rarely failed in this regard in the past, and he was particularly confident in his abilities. Moreover, this time the target was just a human who looked very easy to deceive.
So even though He Xile has been living in the palace and has been with Wen Ji and His Majesty for some time, the two seem to have a deep relationship, and humans have always spoken well of His Majesty, Austin still feels that the plan can succeed - it only requires some small tricks to make humans doubt His Majesty, who is full of doubts, and to discover the deep things in His Majesty.
But now, he was fooled by this kid who looked like he was not even an adult yet——
He Xile stood in front of Austin and felt that Mr. Birdman's expression was getting worse and worse.
Change your face on the spot?
The next second, He Xile was suddenly kicked out of the dream.
He Xile: “…”
He Xile held the tentacles in his arms, still a little confused.
Well.
If I'm not mistaken...is the other party angry?
It seems that this bishop is not as powerful as imagined, at least he is obviously not as calm as Your Majesty. No wonder he is now in a state of disgrace and has never been able to make a successful comeback under Your Majesty's suppression.
He Xile closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
——The good news is that I can finally have a good night’s sleep from now on.
Yeah.
However, what He Xile did not expect was that on the next day, He Xile still dreamed of the birdman at night, and the birdman never said a word to him again. He just sat not far away, staring at He Xile gloomily with his eyes that originally looked gentle and full of wisdom, as if he wanted to stare a hole in He Xile.
He Xile: “…”
Why is this person here again?
So unsportsmanlike?
However, no matter how He Xile asked questions, the birdman did not answer, but just stared at He Xile.
After staring at each other for almost three hours, He Xile suddenly realized.
This person actually wanted to starve him to death using the eagle-starring method?
He Xile sighed deeply, even feeling a little regretful about confronting the birdman so soon.
——In the past two days, He Xile could at least sleep peacefully for a while after talking with the birdman, but now, He Xile has been enduring the birdman's mental attacks all night long.
He now felt his head buzzing.
However, He Xile was unable to control his dreams at all.
It was not until dawn the next day that a cold white light appeared in the distant sky, heralding the arrival of a new day. He Xile finally woke up from the endless dream of staring into the birdman's eyes.
He was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally. He sat up from the bed and rubbed his temples. He felt that he could fall asleep right away while sitting. However, it was obvious that after he fell asleep, he would definitely meet the birdman again.
By then, the two of them would be staring at each other, and He Xile might as well not sleep.
The state of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep deeply tormented He Xile.
He was listless, with a faint dark shadow under his eyes, and he didn't want to move at all.
On the side, the tentacles were awakened by He Xile's movement.
He obviously slept quite well. He tossed and turned twice in bed, then stretched out again, as if he was stretching to keep himself awake. Then he climbed up He Xile's shoulders and touched He Xile's cheek with the tip of his tentacles to say hello.
He Xile yawned and said softly, "...Good morning."
The tip of the tentacle paused.
Why does the human voice sound so lifeless?
Didn’t sleep well last night?
After sitting on the bed for a while, He Xile got up to wash up. When he came out of the bathroom, the giant octopus's tentacles had gone away. He Xile didn't care about it. When he went to the restaurant for breakfast, he was a little late and His Majesty had already arrived.
Sitting beside His Majesty rather listlessly, He Xile rested his chin on the table and said, "Good morning, Your Majesty."
The next second, a pair of big hands pressed on He Xile's head.
Wen Ji and His Majesty said in a calm voice: "I'm taking a leave of absence today and won't be going to school."
He Xile was stunned and turned his head.
Wen Jiyu's voice was cold and hard: "Come to my room to catch up on some sleep."
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