It's easy to be shabby in the middle of nowhere, not necessarily messy, but it's certainly impossible to be as luxurious as a big city.

Garye City is the most luxurious place in the country, Paro City is the poorest area, almost Cyril who grew up in Garye City was uncomfortable when he first came, he didn't despise the people here, but he just felt uncomfortable, he didn't feel comfortable looking at anything, and his temper was getting worse and worse.

"This room looks too much of an eyesore, replace it. "Pointing to the already nice house.

"But it's the best house we have here. The lord replied tremblingly.

"Refurbished. ”

“......”

"This bed is too hard, replace it. ”

"But it's already 20 layers of cushioning. ”

"Swap it out. ”

“......”

"This rice ......"

"Come on, replace the cook this time. ”

Cyril looked at the city lord who had no name on his face and was expressionless, and silently closed his mouth, in fact, he wanted to say that this meal tasted good......

Cyril just felt that something was wrong, but he also knew that he was a little vexatious, and after some struggle......

"City Lord, I don't feel good about this city. ”

The city lord's eyes were gloomy, "Excuse me, honorable Holy Son, do you have a lot of opinions about me, the city lord?"

"Uh......" The city lord's eyes were terrible, and Cyril thought, if he wasn't the Holy Son, maybe the city lord would have beaten him with a fist.

Fingers scratched his cheeks, and his gaze turned to the side.

The city lord was also speechless, this Holy Son, it's not that big, but there are too many things, trivial things, he feels that he is about to be broken, can't you think about it for our old man?

The city lord didn't say what he was thinking, because he could guess that the response given by the Holy Son was probably - I thought about it, but it was just uncomfortable!

Cyril looked at the city lord whose eyes were becoming more and more dangerous, his heart was weak, but his mouth was still stiff.

Outcome......

The cook didn't change, well, it's good, the bed didn't change, barely, the house hasn't been renovated, I endure, the city hasn't been destroyed, the city lord is gone, I ......

Cyril hung his head in disappointment, like a bullied puppy, and then, tired, so he fell asleep in bed, the one he had disliked.

I used to dislike it, but now I don't sleep soundly.

The city lord came back secretly, looking at Cyril's heartless appearance, feeling a little sad at the same time, why is he still a little happy, I feel that it has been a long time since I have been so old (do

g) light (qi) over.

The lord of the castle left with mixed feelings, and one day, a certain attendant named Banser who was with Cyril arrived.

Cyril was sleeping, and Banser, the squire who had carefully placed the communication crystal in, hurried long distances for fear of being affected.

Then, covering his ears, he squatted on the ground without any image, waiting in fear.

Well, he was right.

Cyril was really terrible when he was woken up, and he selfishly didn't call the others out, so those people should be out of luck.

As Banser had expected, it was the smoke of the wolves.

Originally, Cyril was sleeping soundly, and a piercing sound suddenly sounded, like a demon howling in the middle of the night, not the kind of rhythmless sound, but the kind of weird feeling, which made people's hearts hairy.

Cyril was like a fried hair, and you could see that his hair stood on end, his eyes were red, and his head quickly scanned from side to side, as if he was about to kill whoever he saw.

Then he saw the communication crystal that made a sound, and he pounced directly like a beast pounced on it, and then, it was a violent plot.

Thankfully, the communication crystal was sturdy, and Cyril was only using brute force at this time, with no skill to use.

So, the communication crystal hasn't been completely broken yet.

Stephen listened to the long-standing "crackling" noise on the other side, but Stephen didn't say anything, and waited quietly for Cyril to get out of bed and come to his senses.

Generally speaking, it probably lasts for a long time.

Stephen waited patiently and turned off the sound again, a piece composed by Scott that was always so beautiful no matter how many times I listened to it...... Shocked.

Can't put it anymore, otherwise he won't be able to stand it either.

However, the influence of this song is too strong, and Cyril's wake-up anger is too great, so after the sound disappears, Cyril, who is in a state of madness, no longer throws crystals, but the state of the whole person is like a sword that has lost its target, and it will only become more dangerous, because I don't know when this sword will turn around and attack the person holding the sword.

His eyes were red, and he glanced left and right, as if he was still looking for the culprit who woke him up.

Although the culprit is still in his hands.

"Holy Son, you ......" a weak voice came from outside the room.

At this time, Cyril's ears were very jia

, Almost as soon as this voice appeared, Cyril was like a vicious dog that suddenly smelled of meat, usually seemed to be well-behaved, but it was really fierce, and he didn't care about anything.

The vicious dog pounced and pounced......

"Ahh

Bancer covered his head, no, he was covering his ears, and he felt that the harsh sound was still coming into his head, and Bancer grew his mouth again, probably because of the psychological effect, and he felt a little better.

Again, Banser was glad that he was quick-witted.

And in the best house in the city of Paro, Banser's compatriots, holding their heads in fear, lay motionless on the ground.

And Cyril, uh......

Standing loosely with his head drooping, the whole person seemed to be pulled by a steel wire, weird and terrifying, but Cyril was really good-looking...... You get the idea.

However, even if Cyril has outstanding beauty, no one dares to look at it, you must know that this lethality is also extremely strong.

It's a cancer.

Fortunately, as long as they don't make a sound, the confused Cyril won't kill him, they just need to wait for Cyril to wake up.

But when will the Holy Son wake up?

Cyril hung his head, his breathing had calmed down, and the evil aura on his body had decreased a lot, and if anyone dared to look closer, they would find that Cyril seemed to be asleep.

But no one dares to be the first to be beaten.

Half an hour, not long, not short, but for this group of people lying on the ground, it is very uncomfortable.

Now the sun has risen, and it is estimated that it is almost ten o'clock.

The ground was a little scorched, and his skin was hot, but he just didn't dare to move.

However, Cyril finally woke up.

The curtains were gently lifted, and the deep and cool slowly appeared, the silver eyes were sparkling, and the body gradually straightened, looking ahead.

The people lying on the ground naturally noticed immediately, but they still didn't dare to make any sound, because Cyril's state meant that he wasn't really awake yet, although it was almost there.

In just a moment, Cyril's momentum changed completely, no longer dangerous or profound.

"Ahh

The crowd was speechless, do you still need to ask? Remember when they were ignorant, this kind of situation would happen every two days.

They have bitterness in their hearts, but they can't say, well, they can't say it at all.

You are the Son, you are absolutely righteous, you are inviolable, you are right to do anything.

Cyril looked at this kind of person very blankly, after such a long time, he saw them again, and he couldn't say the bitterness in his heart.

Cyril shook his head, throwing out the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

The crowd had risen from the ground, and Cyril looked at it carefully, but did not find his personal attendant.

"You guys, who knows where Banser has gone?"

Cyril's voice was quite small, but there were waves in everyone's heads, as if they recognized a certain point, something they had ignored before.

Banser is Cyril's attendant, the kind that never leaves an inch, how could he not be here at this time, think about it, then there is only one possibility.

They collectively spat on Bancer in their hearts, what else was not clear? It was definitely Bancer who woke Cyril up.

This kid made a mistake and made them resist the consequences. How unrighteous and shameless......

Banser, you'd better pray that you won't be caught by them, or you'll be left dead.

Banser sneezed hard.

He rubbed his nose, why, did he feel that someone was scolding him behind his back?

Thinking of his own shameless behavior, Banser didn't have a weak heart, and being a subordinate just had to have the ability to see!

Knowing that the owner is in a state of madness, he is so stupid that he doesn't know how to guard against it, no wonder he is unlucky.

Everyone got up collectively and unanimously set a small goal in their hearts, and when they got Banser, they would definitely and absolutely ......

Banser felt a chill rise up his spine, a terrifying feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, uneasy......

It feels like a catastrophe is coming.

When I stood up, my legs and feet were numb, and I couldn't stand on my feet for a while.

Holding on to the tree beside him, Banser looked at the smoke-filled spot, tried to erase the uneasiness from his heart, stamped his foot, and hurried over there.

Cyril had woken up, but was a little dazed.

He remembered that he had fallen asleep in the house the previous night, and why did he wake up outside when he woke up?

He had no idea why he had the special ability to fall asleep standing up, or if he was sleepwalking......

Why didn't the squire, you ask, say it?

Isn't this nonsense?

Cyril, a cautious man, no, how could there be any strange problem with such a noble and elegant Son as Lord Cyril?

Cyril didn't notice it, and quickly put the matter behind him, and pulled at his clothes, he was still crumpled pajamas, where did Banser go, and he didn't come back, who would change his clothes.

......