Dectiel's years of studying music were indeed not in vain.

The fine strings are so tight that for those who have never been in contact with them, their fingers will be scratched after plucking the strings for a long time, which is why good musicians always have calluses on their hands.

But there was no callus on Dectiel's body, but she was still immersed in it, as if there was some attractive magic in the space between the strings, which made her tirelessly go back and forth between the clamps and quilts, and inflict layers of deepening pain on her skin.

I don't know if this is her usual hobby, or if she is just using her experience to develop new uses for the harp.

At least Jiang Lu couldn't see that she was any jerky.

"Yes, that's it, now let go of your hands!"

Dextell, who was held up and hung in the air, shook his head and shouted.

Jiang Lu did as she said, and suddenly let go of his hand, and then Dectair slid down the strings.

With a rapid glissando, several red marks appeared on both sides of Dectiel's chest and in the middle of the two Tian Yuan.

"Oh!"

A dull growl came from Dectelle's mouth.

This is the bold customs of Europe, which even made Jiang Lu feel a little surprised.

He was surprised to find that there were people who could make him feel radical.

"Would you like to try it?"

Dectair asked.

"No, no, I'm not that interested in pain." Jiang Lu shook his head.

"Okay." Dectair was a little regretful, but also expressed understanding: "I can understand, after all, you have just really grown up, and there are still a long days to come, it doesn't matter." ”

The harp sounded like this all night, and Jiang Lu could only be said to be an eye-opener during this time.

He would like to hail Dectiel as the most heavyweight Wet Man he has ever seen in Reincarnation.

Early morning.

Jiang Lu and an exhausted Dector returned to the bedroom.

Although Jiang Lu didn't feel tired because he had a raw kidney, he still fully played the role of an innocent teenager who was at a loss after opening the door to a new world.

If Dectiel asks for it, he will give it.

And just after washing up and lying on the bed, Jiang Lu was about to get into the main topic, taking advantage of the warmth to find some information about the curse, only to find that Dectel was sitting between the dressers and didn't know what to do.

"Dai, what are you up to?" Jiang Lu asked.

After a night of communication, the two have begun to meet each other by nicknames.

"It's okay, you go to sleep, my little wolf." Dectair smiled.

Jiang Lu was strange, so he stepped forward.

It turned out that Dectiel was tending to a wound on his body.

After all, the strings were still too solid, and some places on Dectiel's body were only red marks, but in some places there were already slight cuts, but now most of them had scabbed.

It was evident that Dectair was no stranger to this, and she handled her wounds skillfully, like an old nurse.

"I think it's going too far, after all, I haven't met a man I like in years."

Seeing Jiang Lu approaching, Dectair explained with some embarrassment:

"Hopefully it doesn't scare you."

"Of course not." Jiang Lu wrapped his arms around Dextell's neck from behind, gently rested his chin on the top of her head, and asked softly, "I'm just curious, why do you have such a hobby." ”

"Because the pain makes me feel like I'm alive."

Dectair sighed: "Some of the things I have experienced, maybe you can't imagine, although I am a princess, my life is not as happy as people think. ”

"Can you tell me about it?" Jiang Lu asked again.

But this time Dectair refused: "No, I'm sorry, but I don't want to remember those things anymore, maybe I'll take them to the grave, maybe I'll tell someone someday, but not now." ”

"Okay." Seeing that the other party was reluctant to say more, Jiang Lu had no choice but to give up.

Looking in the mirror, the two of them fell silent without saying a word, except for the sound of Dextell treating his wounds with medicinal liquor and fiddling with the sackcloth used for bandaging.

Jiang Lu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Can you tell me about Luge, the god of light?" ”

Dectiel's efforts to handle the wound paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"In my room with my husband, when I inquire about my son's biological father, should I say that you are simple and cute, or should I say that you don't know the occasion at all?"

"I'm just curious." Jiang Lu's face did not change: "I once met a prophet who said that the reason why the curse from the goddess Macha did not work on Setante back then was because his father was Luge, the god of light, and the divinity in him blessed him. ”

"Everybody says that." Dectair shrugged disapprehantly, "So that's probably the case, the gods are not cursed, and the sons of gods are not cursed, there is nothing to argue about." ”

For some reason, Jiang Lu sensed the unnaturalness of Dectiel's words, and she didn't seem to want to talk about the topic, which aroused his suspicions.

Everybody says that, so that's what it is.

As a party, doesn't Dector have a little opinion?

It's anomalous.

However, Dectair was reluctant to say more, and Jiang Lu was not easy to ask.

Then he asked, "And what kind of man is our king, Concierber?" ”

"Did the prophet say anything again?" Dectair asked.

"No, it's not, it's just my personal curiosity."

Jiang Lu replied:

"You know, I've been travelling a lot and only recently came back to Ulster, so I wanted to know as much as I could about Ulster.

And the monarch is your brother, of course I will need to deal with him in the future, and it will not be wrong to know him earlier. ”

"Wait a minute."

When Dictiel, who had just been angry, heard Jiang Lu say this, he turned his head sharply and looked directly at Jiang Lu, with a serious face:

"Who says you're going to need to deal with him?"

This reaction made Jiang Lu untidy.

"But we're not."

"Don't get me wrong, we're just underground lovers, do you know what an underground lover is?"

Dectair sighed:

"I am the Ulster princess Dexter, who was betrothed to Sultum by my father, and chosen by Ruger, the god of light, and now the mother of the Ulster hero Cútharin, and I can't have a bard as a lover, let alone a husband, you understand?"

"But."

"No, but." "You can only be my personal musician," warned Dectiel, "and you must say that everywhere you go, whether in front of the king, or in front of Setant, or in front of your friends, you cannot tell us about our relationship, as long as you keep your promise, I will give you whatever you want." ”

"This" Jiang Lu hesitated for a long time, and then nodded.

He didn't expect that the script he had written would turn out to be like this.

This made Jiang Lu, who had always been invincible, puzzled.

Is my knife dull, or is my heart soft?

Seeing Jiang Lu's heavy face, Dextell didn't want to say anything more, and continued to turn around and deal with the wound.

And Jiang Lu was about to change the topic and ease the current suffocating atmosphere, but suddenly noticed a strange place.

Perhaps Dectair herself didn't notice that there was a subtle hint of panic and fear in her eyes reflected in the mirror.

Why?

Jiang Lu was puzzled.

What is she afraid of? Afraid of me?

Probably not, before I brought it up, she wasn't even angry at the mention of Ruger, the god of light, in her late husband's bedroom, and even the abusive words to her in the study only made her more excited.

She should love me to death.

So who is she afraid of?

Concierber

At the mention of Concierge Eber, she suddenly reacted.

She was afraid that I would meet Concierber, or that she was afraid that our relationship would be exposed to Concierbi.

Is she afraid that I will be executed by Concierge for this?

Wrong

If so, she could have told me that I would die if I was exposed, but she didn't.

She was afraid that she would be implicated!

Is this implication really just because of the identity that Dectair said?

Jiang Lu thought silently, but apart from more and more doubts, he still couldn't come up with any conclusions.

He suddenly remembered another thing that Dector had just said—

What she went through that led her to a soft spot for pain.

So Jiang Lu said tentatively: "That. . . So, wasn't your personal musician before, too."

Jiang Lu didn't say it thoroughly, but Dectel still understood what he meant.

"No, you are the only one who has such a relationship with me, you can rest assured."

Dextell lowered his head and said lightly:

"My former personal musician was Addison, a respected bard now in his eighties, who now served as a ceremonial clerk at the court."

Isn't it because of a criminal record?

Jiang Lu's conjecture was denied, which made him confused again.

Concierber

What kind of person is Concierber, the key person?

At this time, Jiang Lu suddenly remembered the two good brothers.

Didn't Ghostface Fox and Heavy Artillery follow Cúchulainn to see Concierge last night?

They must know something about Concierber.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lu pretended to be happy.

It seems that he doesn't care if he can stand in the sun with Dectiel, as long as he is her only personal musician, he is already satisfied.

"I'm relieved." "I don't care about the rest," he said. ”

Hearing this, Dectel was suddenly a little moved.

She looked up, looked at Jiang Lu's face in the mirror, and reached out to gently caress his face: "Really, that's great, I thought we'd end here, since you don't mind being my lover, then I also swear to you, I will give you whatever you want." ”

"I'll just want you." Jiang Lu reached out to hold up Dextell's chin, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"But I'll have to get out for a while now."

"Where are you going?" Dectair asked.

"I went to meet my two companions, and I thought I had to tell them I had found a new job." Jiang Lu replied.

"I'm going to have to talk to them." Dectel nodded: "I asked the servant to prepare breakfast, let's go after eating." ”

"Well, I'd better eat with them."

Jiang Lu smiled and said:

"I had missed my appointment last night and had not waited for them at the tavern, and now of course I can't let them go hungry anymore, or my conscience will not be happy."

"Well, then be careful on the road, and I'll have the servant prepare a horse for you." In his heart, Dextell secretly praised Jiang Lu's righteousness.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

When Jiang Lu walked to the door, Dectel suddenly remembered something and reminded: "By the way, remember not to talk about our relationship no matter what." ”

"Good! You can rest assured! ”

Tavern rooms.

"So you slept with her?" The ghost-faced fox looked incredible.

"Uh-huh." Jiang Lu nodded: "I am now the wild father of Cúchulainn." ”

The heavy artillery was staggered: "How?" ”

Jiang Lu pointed to the harp in the corner that he had finally dragged back: "Rely on talent." ”

"I studied history before, and said that when the spiritual realm had not yet come, it was easy for people who were engaged in music to date girls, and I still didn't believe it, how could the drama have such a high status, and now it is really convinced." Ghostface Fox sighed.

Jiang Lu corrected: "It's not a drama, it's an artist, a singer, and an idol." ”

"Good, good."

When they just opened the door of the guest room and saw Jiang Lu dragging the harp, the two of them were still unhappy because of Jiang Lu's pigeon, who knew what this forced to say with a mysterious face, and it flowed out heavily.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Lu said that he had taken it for Dextell, which directly shocked the ghost-faced fox and heavy artillery for a whole year.

The two of them felt pity at the thought of the moment when they had returned from the palace the night before, and had a drink with Cúchulainn in the tavern, when the latter mentioned Jiang Lu's gnashing of teeth.

Taking down Dectiel, probably at the same time, right?

Poor child

After the opening king bombed, Jiang Lu got to the point: "But this is not the point, the point is Concierber, I feel that Dectel is very afraid of this monarch, and the curse, Dectel seems to know something, so I urgently need you to tell me about meeting Concierber last night." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Lu told the two of them about his analysis and the suspicions he found.

In fact, if he could, he didn't want to talk about what happened last night, after all, Brother Jiang was a decent person to the outside world, and playing poker with the surviving people was a bit disgraceful.

However, if he didn't tell these doubts together, it would be too troublesome to want to fulfill them.

So after the temptation, after finding that the two didn't seem to have any special opinion on what they did, Jiang Lu also had a generous showdown.

And after listening to his words, the ghost-faced fox and the heavy artillery also fell into deep thought.

"Last night's meeting?"

Ghost-faced fox seriously recalled:

Concierber told Cúchulainn to go back, to inquire about the situation of the war ahead, and then told him that Maeve seemed to have gathered two other nations, and that Ulster would soon face a siege from the Three Kingdoms.

Then Cú Chulainn introduced us to Concierber, and Concierge welcomed us, anyway, some compliments, pies, or something.

After that, he asked us to join Cúchulainn's team to resist the Triple Alliance.

Eventually, we came back and drank with Cúchulainn until midnight.

As for Concierge the man. It feels quite normal, and amiable, and there seems to be some discrepancy from the violent image in history. ”

"Is that so," Jiang Lumo rubbed his chin.

There don't seem to be any valuable clues.

At this moment, the heavy artillery suddenly spoke: "Eh, do you remember, Concierber mentioned Dectiel?" ”

"Did you mention it?" Ghostface Fox was a little unsure.

"As I mentioned, you only care about listening to big things, and you don't have an idea about many trivial things he talked about with Cúchulainn."

Heavy Artillery recalled:

"I remember that it was time to leave, and he asked Cú Chulainn to come, and told him to persuade his mother, who had not been in the palace for many years, that he did not know when he would see her, had it not been for the fact that he had not used Cú Chulainn's affairs as an excuse to go to Dectair's palace to find her.

What else to say, the war on the front line has been urgent recently, and there is no way to send troops to protect Dectiel, so that he, as a son, cares more about his mother, and if there is any trouble, he must tell him as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Lu felt a strangeness for some reason.

"Send an army to protect her, or spy on her, imprison her?"

(End of chapter)