I lay flat on the couch, holding the brocade on the soft pillow with one hand unconsciously, and slowly calmed my breathing.

Immorton's hand gently caressed my cheek, then picked up his robe and draped it on.

My fingers hooked the hem of his coat, and I said in a low voice, "Don't go." ”

"I'll pour you a glass of water." The way he smiled made me feel like I was about to melt, and I listened to his footsteps as I walked outside the curtain, picked up the water bottle and shook it, but it was empty.

"Those female officials here are getting more and more lazy, and they don't even have water."

I said lazily, "I told them not to come near here at night...... Or do you want everyone to find out that you stayed here for the night? ”

There was helplessness and a smile in Immorton's voice: "Well, you're right. But I'll have to go outside and pour water now. You wait, I'll be back right away. ”

I feel tired physically and mentally, but there is also a sense of comfort and satisfaction that I can completely relax. There was a layer of sticky sweat on my body after the passion, and if I couldn't bear this feeling at all, I would have to take a shower immediately, but now I feel ...... It's not a bad feeling, at least, it's not completely unbearable.

In fact, to put it bluntly, I am lazy now, I just want to curl up and fall asleep, I don't want to talk, and I don't want to open my eyes. There was a smell in the room that made people blush and heartbeat, because the heavy gauze curtains hung low, the smell was so strong, but it couldn't be dispersed for a while.

I heard the sound of soft footsteps, and the tabernacle must have been lifted, for I felt a cool breeze on my bare back. My sweaty and hot flashes tightened slightly, and I could feel my pores shrink.

I whispered, "Immorton ......"

Suddenly it was cold, and the sharp sharp blade pressed against the back of my neck, and my body stiffened, and I lay there and did not dare to move.

Where did the Assassins come from? The defenses around this palace didn't stop each other at all?

The man's voice was low, like a roll of wood rolling on the gravel, a thick and hoarse voice, and he was not fluent in Egyptian: "Don't ...... Move, don't make a sound. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and the voice ......

I whispered in a low, confused voice, "Andos? ”

If there was a little bit of luck in that trip to Minoa a few years ago, it was that I got to know Andos and got his friendship and help. I really miss him, worry about him, and wonder if he is still trapped in the labyrinth of Minoa, living a lonely and helpless life.

He is the biological son of the Queen Mother of Minoa, and moreover, the eldest son. However, because of his appearance and figure, he was born different from ordinary people, and was forced to grow up in the underground, without friends, relatives, or ...... Happy. And his younger brother, the frail and sickly Minos, was born with thousands of favors, but the more the body was raised, the more delicate and the weaker he became, and all kinds of diseases were born, in the words of Immorton, it was all a disease of wealth and nobility, and if he changed his lifestyle, then Minos's health would not be like that at all. And that child is extremely willful, and he only thinks of himself when dealing with others. Of course, it wasn't all his fault, after all, he had lived in that environment since he was a child.

But compared to him, Andos's situation ...... But it's so bleak.

After I called out his name, the weapon behind me was removed at once.

I slowly turned around, and there was only a small balsam lamp burning in each of the four corners of the dormitory, and it was covered by heavy curtains, and I could only see a shadowy black figure—but I could already confirm that I was right, it was him.

Andos's stature was unusually tall and muscular, twice the size of a normal human, and I had never seen anyone else with such a physique except him.

"Andos, is that you?"

"Isis?"

His voice was sluggish, and he was no longer fluent in the language of Minoa, and even more so in Egyptian, but he called my name softly, Elsis, and he uttered these three words with great fluency, as if he had shouted them countless times.

"Andos? Is it really you? How did you end up here? My gaze fell on the iron-bladed short sword in his hand, which looked unusually sharp and murderous: "You, you're here to kill ......"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the pillow towel and plugged my mouth, pulled up the robe on one side and wrapped it around me, and with great speed he picked me up, stood against the wall, and held me tightly between him and the wall with one hand, the tip of the sword in his hand facing outward, ready to attack. He was huge, but his movements were light and nimble, and he didn't make any sound.

I already knew that Andos's skills in the underground labyrinth were very sensitive, and the darker the place, the more he could play to his strengths!

Rotten!

I tried desperately to struggle, but as soon as his arm was crossed, my spine was firmly held by him bending his knee slightly, and his arm also clamped me tightly, I couldn't move at all, my chest was not breathing, my eyes were about to burst into flames, and my throat only made a whirring sound, not much louder than panting.

Immorton had already returned from outside, and he must have been carrying water, so his steps were more steady and light: "I took the fruit wine and water, what do you want to drink?" ”

No, no! No!

I tried to struggle, even if I could send a warning to the danger in Immorton's house, but in the blink of an eye, his footsteps were already beside me, and Andos's sword flashed in the darkness, and stabbed forward swiftly and silently.

My heart went up my throat, my eyes widened, and I forgot to breathe.