Chapter 160 Western Fantasy 24 "I want you."
Hitt saw him approaching with a group of people, and his face showed no fear at all: "What a rare guest! Isn't this our most honorable His Holiness the Pope?"
"Did you see anyone?"
Amodia picked up the wine jug he had dropped and placed it in his hand.
The half-dead demon followed the movement, grasped the wine jug, opened the cork and took a sip, looking very carefree.
However, his attitude was not grateful, and he even reached out to Amordia's clean collar with his liquid-soaked hand, as if he was boldly trying to wipe his hands with it.
"The wine is almost gone, and you haven't refilled it yet. Is this the way the Holy See of Light treats its guests?"
Amodia naturally wouldn't tolerate him going this far. The elegant smile on her face only faded. She calmly stepped back, preventing his attack from happening.
The hand under his robe quietly cast a cleansing spell on himself. For him, even if he didn't actually touch it, he would not allow any dirty creature to get close to him.
"Looking for death!" In response to this blatant non-cooperation, Biles reacted extremely quickly. In an instant, he drew his sword and crossed it across the neck of the madman Hitt.
"No need." Amodia's expression was unclear, and he raised his hand to signal him to put it down.
The demon who was restrained just now suddenly said "Pooh" to him.
"He's just a dog that's relying on his master's power to act arrogantly. What kind of power is he showing off? Who does he think he is?"
Byers was not one to be tolerant. Those who knew him well knew that although the Knight Commander was Amordia's most trusted subordinate, his most distinctive trait besides loyalty was his ruthlessness.
If the targets of his tactics were not enemies who could no longer speak, the wave of public opinion would have been enough to overthrow the Vatican.
Instead of getting angry, he laughed and even applauded him: "What a proud man! His scapula has been chained for so many years, yet he still speaks with such vigor."
As Amodia smelled the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder, his eyebrows ached and he decided to leave.
"Never mind. I can't get anything out of you right now. I have a distinguished guest to entertain tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Byers, for taking them through the situation."
"Yes." The Knight Commander saluted, a smile of control on his face.
Then, the long whip soaked in the water of the Holy Pool of Light was swung vigorously, and a tragic sound was heard from the forbidden prison.
Some of the more cautious knights turned their backs, unable to bear to watch any longer.
Until Hitt no longer had the energy to shout arrogant words, Byers was satisfied and led his men to search the corridor carefully, doing a carpet-style search, not missing any clues.
"Report to the captain, we found a broken red rope at the seventh corner."
Wearing gloves, Byers carefully placed the suspected object into a sterile bag.
The movements were extremely slow, but it made it easier for him to see every detail of the object.
The workmanship is crude, so it should be an ordinary folk product; the broken edge is uneven, so it should have fallen off naturally; plus the spy was in a hurry and did not notice this thing, so it appeared here.
The more he looked at her, the more familiar she looked. If it were only the above characteristics, perhaps he would not have become suspicious.
However, the rope was inlaid with a small yellow crystal, which was not a familiar inlay method, and should be from the southern continent.
Byers squinted his eyes. He remembered that when he was drinking with Jon, he saw the rope hanging on his wrist jingling and making a crisp sound. He asked about it out of curiosity at that time.
There was clearly a familiar crystal on it.
Jon wasn't wary and casually introduced it to him, "This is what my good friend and I bought together, one for each of us, and it's not expensive. I didn't expect the quality to be so good, and it's still hanging there and it hasn't broken down."
At the time he even joked: "Is that the good friend?"
Jon knew who he was talking about. The Vatican had strict rules and regulations. Although there was no one around, they habitually avoided talking about people's names directly.
"Yes, it's him."
So now the question is, was it his teammate Jon who left this thing, or someone more unexpected?
Biles had his own thoughts. He passed on the order: "We shouldn't alert the enemy about the red string. I'm going to set a trap and lure the traitor into it."
"Please cooperate with me and don't leak it out."
"Yes, I understand!" The knights agreed.
On the one hand, Byers knew that Jon was assigned to patrol the royal city today and would not have time to do this.
On the other hand, he had a more radical idea than targeting his own people who knew him better.
——He had just been suspicious of Lu Huai for a long time. Now that he had evidence in his hands, he couldn't wait to tear off the beautiful and gentle mask of the Son of God and find out whether his inner self was as hypocritical as he imagined.
I don’t know when it started, or maybe it was from the first time I saw her, but Biles had an opinion about this black-haired beauty that he couldn’t even explain.
He knew that everyone in the Vatican followed the no-session rule on Wednesdays, so he was not afraid of disturbing anyone at this time.
He directly explained to the nun guarding the door, and then Lu Huai agreed and walked in.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw the Son of God, who was only wearing a middle robe and looked more and more ethereal.
The candlelight flickered under the dome of the church, stretching Lu Huai's shadow very long.
Her black hair was not tied up like during the day, but flowed like seaweed on her white clothes. Combined with her less formal attire, she presented a soft and simple beauty.
Seeing him come in, the young man who had originally closed his eyes to pray, or rather, the human who had transformed into a young man, trembled his long eyelashes.
Like a sleeping crabapple, it was cruelly awakened by him.
Biles' heart trembled. After not seeing him for a long time, this Saint Son was even more stunning. He actually felt a little sorry for him, and felt that disturbing him was a sin.
Then a pair of clear eyes met his gaze, and she slowly stood up from the mat.
Footsteps came from behind him, and Lu Huai knew who it was without turning around. The familiar scent of cedar mixed with the rusty smell of blood revealed his identity. It seemed to be Byers.
Lu Huai turned around and was met with a pair of deep blue eyes. Byers was half a head taller than him, and his silver armor shone coldly in the candlelight, making him look even more majestic.
The Knight Commander always looked at him with this scrutinizing gaze, as if he wanted to see through him.
"Master Knight, is there anything I can help you with?"
Compared to his initial outburst, Lu Huai seemed much more at ease. Even though he had to look up to the Knight Commander, he didn't seem inferior at all.
But Biles didn't let him go easily.
He took another step forward, and Lu Huai could feel the heat coming from him. The distance was too close, so close that he could see the new stubble on the handsome and resolute Knight Commander's chin and smell the faint smell of gunpowder on him.
"I found something interesting and I'd like you to take a look. Does it look familiar to you?"
Biles spread out his palms, and a familiar red rope appeared in front of him, and the person holding it was looking at him with a half-smile and an aggressive expression.
Lu Huai's heart trembled. He didn't expect that the object would fall in a fatal place.
Moreover, he didn't know how this person could target him so quickly.
It was clear that he had told Sister Sean, who was in charge, that he was practicing in the room, and he even placed a puppet substitute with a disguised face sitting on the mat. No one should have known that he was not there.
Lu Huai swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm, putting on an innocent look of doubt:
"What is this? I've never seen it before."
"But I saw you had it hanging on your hand, and this..." Byers shook the evidence in his hand.
“It’s exactly the same.”
"Could you explain why yours is missing now? Or if it's still there, could you show it to clear me of suspicion?"
As soon as these words came out, Lu Huai's face suddenly turned pale.
He couldn't be sure if Byers was deceiving him, because he had indeed worn it on his wrist with great care, although the large robe usually covered it.
But if it was noticed by this person, it would not be an inexplicable thing.
Lu Huai tried to continue struggling, but he powerlessly discovered that his mouth was surprisingly clumsy when the other party was already certain of something.
"I don't understand what you are talking about. I have been practicing here and have never left the room. Sean can testify for me."
"You are much more capable than Sean, so you can't testify like this. It would be a shame if you didn't respond to this matter. I can only uphold my principles and report this evidence to His Holiness the Pope."
"Wait, this is really a misunderstanding..."
"Your Majesty, whether you say it is a 'misunderstanding' or I say it, it may be of no use. Only when Your Majesty believes it can we have the final say." Byers put away the red rope regretfully and looked like he was about to walk out the door.
Lu Huai bit his lip and grabbed his clothes awkwardly.
The uglier his face and the more miserable his posture, the more rosy his lips appeared. With his lazy hairstyle, he looked like an incredibly charming ghost in the light of the candlestick.
Biles paused, then slowly turned around, with a confident smile on his face.
It seemed that this was the step of retention that he had been waiting for.
He placed his fist against his chest and leaned forward. "You are the superior. As long as your words are detailed, I will naturally listen to them."
Lu Huai was about to speak when he noticed that Byers had suddenly moved very close to him.
He leaned close to his ear and whispered something that shocked Lu Huai so much that he almost couldn't stand: "You are a demon, right? Did you run to that barren land to unite with your compatriots?"
"How is that possible! You can investigate the incident. I will cooperate with you and respect your authority. But to say that I am a demon is too absurd."
Lu Huai almost laughed out of anger: "Doesn't this mean that my god and the divine bird made a mistake in their judgment, which is why they allowed a demon to come in and act as their agent?"
He guessed correctly. Biles's first words were somewhat reliable, but the rest were all his attempts to deceive him based on his experience and memories.
Compared with the red rope evidence, it pales so pitifully.
Biles knew that he couldn't be pushed too far, and that some things needed to be investigated slowly, so he took back his words, softened his tone, and half-knelt in salute.
"Of course you can't be a demon. I was too harsh, and I'm deeply sorry. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
He had originally intended to use evidence to force Lu Huai to reveal all his secrets. It seemed he had underestimated Lu Huai's psychological defenses, and since hard tactics didn't work, he had no choice but to use soft tactics.
Byers looked at the man in front of him. His robe couldn't hide his handsome figure, and his face was slightly red with anger, which was not at all contrary to his cold and calm demeanor during the day.
Byers thought that even if Lu Huai was not a dark creature and went to that place secretly, he must have something to do with them. You know, he hated these degenerate races the most in his life.
In that case, this seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - to hold the white bird in my hands, break its beautiful fluttering wings, and put it in a cage.
"Your Majesty, how about we make a deal?"
The desire that surged suddenly overwhelmed him. He found an excuse for himself, and then, as if the devil had stolen his brain, he asked in a soft and seductive voice, "Don't you want me to hand over the red string? It's better not to say that this matter has anything to do with you."
"I can help you."
"What do you want to do?" Lu Huai didn't know what he was up to, until the man got closer and closer, and the distance became more and more dangerous...
Lu Huai felt Byers's hand sliding down his waistline, and he could feel the burning heat even through his robe. He was too familiar with this look, it was desire, longing, and a long-suppressed impulse.
He was terrified of this approach, but when he was hugged, a current shot up from his tailbone, causing him to soften submissively. This was a desire born of nature.
"Master Knight," Lu Huai raised his head slightly, his eyes flickering, "you are blaspheming God."
"We can't do this."
"Really?" Byers's hand stopped at Lu Huai's waist, rubbing it up and down torturously, as if measuring how suitable it was for someone to hold it. "But I don't think the Holy Son seems to mind this. This is good for both you and me, so why not agree?"
Lu Huai could feel Byers's heartbeat quickening and the blood rushing through his veins. He bit his lower lip lightly, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.
He never thought that he would be forced into such a situation by an unexpected person.
"Aren't you afraid...of the Vatican finding out?"
Byers chuckled softly and stroked Lu Huai's cheek with his other hand: "Then let me see how capable the Holy Son is."
The candle flame suddenly shook violently, casting a swaying shadow on the statue of the God of Light. Lu Huai could feel Byers's breathing become heavy, his desire flowing in the air like substance.
The armor he had to wear neatly when doing his work shimmered in the candlelight, and his epaulettes and badges were engraved with his glorious military exploits.
How ironic it was that under the gaze of the God of Light, this great hero known for his integrity actually longed for the mercy of his "Son of God".
"Please don't deliberately provoke me. What do you want?" Lu Huai asked softly, suppressing his trembling instinct as his fingertips brushed across Byers' armor. The harsh sound reminded its owner, but the movement was so gentle that it made people's throats tighten.
"You." Biles' voice was hoarse. "I want you."
Perhaps it was a gust of wind that suddenly extinguished the candlelight, plunging the room into darkness. In the darkness, Lu Huai could hear Byers's rapid breathing and feel his scorching body temperature.
For a moment, he felt dazed and almost followed the impulse to hug the muscular, energetic, and hot body, then fell down and fell into the hotbed of endless desire.
"We can't do this... let go..." Lu Huai was pushing him away with almost all his strength.
Biles reluctantly let go: "I have plenty of patience. I can give you some time. Please think about it first and give me an answer before the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Lu Huai said sullenly, frowning.
He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss from which there was no escape, with waves in front of him and tigers behind him, and no one could help him no matter how much he cried out to heaven or earth.
Lu Huai watched Biles leave, clenched his fists and made up his mind to get Seno's things as soon as possible.
Then, as the other party promised him, he could fake his death, break away from his current identity, and live a free life.
By then, all the threats against him now will become nothing.
But now I still have to face the current situation and endure the suffering alone.
"J…Jon."
Lu Huai also couldn't believe that he would actually call out this name in such a situation.
But the impulse to rush forward came back violently, seemingly provoked by the Knight Commander's excessive actions, forcing Lu Huai to curl up into a ball in unbearable pain.
The numbness and itching in his lower abdomen spread to all parts of his body. His pupils became dilated and he rolled around helplessly on the bed.
"Help me...someone please help me...I feel so bad."
His eyes were wet unconsciously. Lu Huai wiped them and bit his index finger between his lips.
“Salty.”
The next day, Jon found an opportunity to visit him as usual.
Lu Huai thought about how he had called his name to get through the difficult times last night, and forced himself to treat him with a normal attitude.
Little did he know that the full moon night was approaching, and his cheeks were unnaturally flushed.
Just as Jon realized something was wrong and was about to test the temperature of his forehead, he was called by his commander Byers to get some supplies.
"Lu, take good care of yourself." He could only leave this sentence and then continue to do his hard work.
Fortunately, Biles only glanced at him sharply in the crowd and kept his promise not to report any information related to him.
Lu Huai was able to live with a breather.
But he didn't expect that in such a critical moment for him, Lance still summoned him despite his busy schedule.
This incident also made Seno, who had not appeared for a long time and came this time to help him suppress the full moon night, furious.
Lu Huai felt distressed. The more Lance liked to see him, the more irrationally angry Seno became.
As if foreseen, the dark god was very dissatisfied with his performance, so as soon as the door was closed, he was dragged into the familiar temple without mercy.
"Lu Huai, do you have a heart? It was me who helped you suppress your identity, and it was also me who spent all my energy to accompany you in your growth." Seno pushed him onto the bed.
"Where did you put my mission? In contrast, on his side, you were like a puppet, nodding to everything he said."
"Have you forgotten how I treated you with all my heart? How could Lance's condescending look steal your heart away?"
"How ridiculous. In your mind, am I inferior to that pretentious, hypocritical god?"
"My dark aura flows in your blood. You were born on my side. Even if there is no connection between us, you should stand with me."
Senuo angrily threw Lu Huai onto the bed covered with gorgeous gauze, pressed his left knee between his legs, and supported his head with his hands.
The distance is very close and the posture is extremely ambiguous.
His eyes were red and his teeth were gnashing. He looked not at all decent, just like a mortal in anger.
"You succubi are truly a heartless race. You're just mean. You like those who don't like you. You like to flirt with those who are cold to you, and you don't say a word to those who are sincere and genuine."
"Didn't you personally send me to the Temple of Light? If you hadn't fanned the flames so many times along the way, I would have been eliminated long ago." Lu Huai also retorted to him.
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