In the north-west, the wind howled at night, and the yellow sand rolled up dryly. At night, the inhabitants no longer go out; Especially recently, it has been rumored that people who go out, young and old, will be taken away by the hungry demon and never return. However, in Baron Walker's castle, it was brightly lit at this time of the night, and everyone was laughing and laughing, staggering, pushing cups and changing lamps, like a prosperous scene.

Perhaps because the Far North is cold all year round, it is always dry and waterless, and the temperature is much warmer. The weather had not yet fully warmed up, and the heavy robes had been buried in the cupboards; The dresses, veils, and beads of the ladies were all carefully striking, and even their husbands became battlegrounds for competition over who was more fashionable: the men were forced to tuck into slender gowns, and the old style of the cufflinks betrayed their embarrassment.

Achareth, however, still wears a long trench coat with northern characteristics, dressed in a military uniform, and is slightly tired from the dust. He looked so cold and prickly that he was unmatchedly handsome, and his eyebrows were so sharp that he could win a love with one look. The women were unwilling and happy at the same time, and whispered with a little desire to be heard and noticed, "He is really dirty!" "Wouldn't he just dislike women?"

Theodore sat by the fireplace with his cloak and hood away, pretending to be too cold to show his face, but in his heart he scoffed at their discussion—what they thought was fashionable was just what Artado wore leftovers.

Looking around again, in the group of gentlemen pushing glasses and changing lamps, the figures of Agarhas and Baron Walker were gone. Theodore was shocked, and after waiting for a quarter of an hour, Baron Walker came back with a smirk, but Agarus was still nowhere to be seen. Suspicious, he tiptoed away from the hall cautiously - he was too small to attract attention.

Baron Walker easily soothed the guests' dissatisfaction with the master's absence for a long time, and turned back to find the person brought by the Winter Lord, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, there was only a cloak left on the sofa, but the person didn't know where to go, and suddenly he was in a cold sweat, and immediately secretly ordered the servants to look for him quietly.

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Theodore touched the stone bricks on the two walls of the hallway, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, carefully releasing a trace of magic.

The holy white magic gently caressed the magic circle that had been passed down from generation to hand down to protect the castle, and the formation trembled slightly in a rippled shape, honestly revealing its message. The formation has been decaying for about two hundred and thirty years, when the kingdom of Seinbila was in a time of chaos between the north and the south, and the architectural style was often rough and simple. According to the books he had read in the temple, the secret chambers at that time were generally built underground, and he often spent a lot of money to build magic arrays so that he could escape if he couldn't hold on.

With this information, Theodore calmly judged the structure of the castle and moved forward, finally finding the secret passage to descend. The oil lamps on both sides were dim in color, and Theodore was in a trance as he descended, feeling that his thinking pattern was familiar.

It was as if the unreality of the world had finally faded a little, and everything he touched became solid and reliable.

The sound of hurried footsteps came overhead, with an empty echo. It seems that Baron Walker is really hiding some secret, and he is afraid that he will find out, so as soon as he sees that he has disappeared, he hurriedly sends someone to find him.

Theodore secretly calculated the direction of the shadow so as not to expose himself, and suddenly remembered.

It turned out to be the feeling before the crossing.

Theodore laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling that he was even spoiled for his brain, and he felt so rare to use his brain for a long time.

As soon as he plucked the "Flower of Light" and turned into a half-elf form, he deftly jumped to the door of a room around the corner, and as soon as his back leaned against the door, he felt the handle loosen, and his heart moved, and he turned into the room, and lightly locked the door, only to see Acharus leaning against the wall, and his black Khotanese eyes were staring at him.

Theodore originally thought it was a surprise, but after a closer look, he found that the tips of his fingers were dripping with blood, his lips were pale, his body trembled slightly, and he seemed to be unable to stand steadily. But suddenly he was choked by the neck and pressed against the wall. His eyes were cold, and his hands were heavy, as if he was really going to kill himself.

Fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and Theodore struggled desperately, and said in a hoarse voice: "Achares! …… First, calm down! I don't know anything! ”

The pain made him feel sick to his stomach, the air became very choked, his vision turned white, and no matter how much he struggled, his hands did not move at all.

He heard the man ask, "Are you here to kill me too?" ”

It hurts.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts-!!

The feeling of lack of oxygen hit his brain, and Theodore felt that his limbs were not his own, and he could only whimper and say no, no, No, Acharus, but he couldn't even feel whether he was making a sound.

Theodore even thought for a moment that he was really going to die, but suddenly felt the strength in his neck disappear.

The feeling of detachment suddenly struck, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, and the tears of the rest of his life unconsciously rolled down.

In a trance, he saw the man squatting in front of him, his blood-stained fingers pinching his chin, but his tone was a little seductive and gentle, "You just ...... Call me what? ”

The gentleness seemed to have the magic of bewitchment, or maybe Theodore was really afraid of him, and replied to him tremblingly: "Achareth...... Acharhas ...... Achareth—"

He called this name over and over again, crying aggrievedly as he called, as if he was a child who was bullied and looking for protection, but he had the fear of almost being killed; I longed to be close, but I didn't dare to touch it.

So Theodore saw that the man's expression was a gentle smile that was almost cruel, and he leaned very close to him, and breathed lightly: "Theodore, do you love me-?" ”

Theodore shook his head and didn't answer the question, but finally broke down in fear, crying and taking his hand.

He tugged at the hem of Agareth's coat and thrust himself into his arms desperately, as if he was afraid that he would be pushed away. So the man patiently hugged him, patted him on the back like a child, and bowed his head to kiss his tears.

This kiss awakened the fire in Theodore's heart, and as if he had lost his mind in despair, he took the initiative to lick Acharus's lips like a kitten, and then was soothed by the tip of his tongue until he was finally a little satisfied, and calmed down; His sufficiency was immediately perceived, and the kiss ceased to be a lingering dot, but a storm of plunder. The entanglement of the flaps of his lips then parted with a soft sound, and Theodore leaned in to ask for a charity of love, but was stopped by an index finger—but he did not care, only that the index finger that smelled of his blood was also delicious, and sucked it suggestively and with relish. The man didn't pity him and stuck on his jaw to stop his plea, his fingers □□ his hair forcing him to look up and look directly at himself.

Theodore only felt that he was about to get hot, the smell of blood gave him more desire, and the unstoppable sound in his throat was unstoppable, but he fell into the starry eyes in a fool's mind.

"Achareth...... Achareth. ”

His Agarhas smiled and asked him, "Do you love me, Theodore?" ”

This time the answer was without hesitation, "I love you!" As if suddenly remembering what happened to him, Theodore couldn't help but start crying, "I came to you, but you hurt me...... Achareth—"

His tears were gently wiped away, and Agareth's voice was as low as the color of a distant pine forest: "I see, good boy. ”

The touch of his fingers made Theodore rub his cheek again, as if he had lost all his pride.

But Agarhas didn't allow him to do so, for his smile was still there, but his eyes were condensed, "Your knight captain, you're going to kill me—do you know?" ”

Theodore was surprised, his emerald green eyes widened, "I-I don't know......"

Agareth seemed to like his eyes very much, holding his head in one hand to prevent him from moving, and with the other gently tracing the outline of his eyebrows, and said softly in a storytelling tone: "You have tasted him, how can you not know his mind?" You were thrown to me, and instead of anxiously sending for you, he listened to the archbishop—guess what's in the mind of this fool? ”

What's in mind?

Could it be that Arnardo knew that the archbishop was going to kill him? It can't be, at least, his affection should be genuine—

He was confused, confused, and was not thinking clearly, but was picked up by Achareth. His body temperature and smell made Theodore □□ out in comfort—though he wasn't aware of his morbid longing for Acharest—and buried his face in his arms, feeling his breath deeply.

Chu Songluo knew very well the role of his skin, because the people who used to have this skin were also so bewitched by him.

All who tempt me love me like a poppy.

Seeing Theodore's dependence on himself like this, he sneered softly, but his tone was as gentle as persuasion, "Good boy, look at me again." ”

Looking at it with ignorant and clear eyes, a cruel pleasure made Chu Songluo say extremely lightly: "--Your knight, willing to listen to an old man's words, but he promised to give you, the complete you, to him for his exclusive use. ”

"But...... But I don't—"

Before Theodore could finish his blurted out, he was interrupted by Chu Songluo.

"Though he still loves your fallen soul, I hate you for being dirty."

He let go of his hands, and the magic array on the ground suddenly shone brightly, and Theodore felt a gravitational pull pulling him down suddenly, subconsciously knowing that this was a teleportation array, and he also vaguely understood where the teleportation target was.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was the arc of Acharest's cruel and gentle smile, and the cold, silent look in his eyes.

"Wait for me obediently."

- But I hate you for being dirty.

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, but that's it.