Spear and Cross

There was a very beautiful garden in the temple, as beautiful as a jewel in a goddess's laurel crown, and even more exquisite than the king's garden.The temple hired the best gardeners to take care of it, keeping it in the most beautiful state all year round under the radiance of the goddess.

This is the time of the day when the sun is at its best, and the sun coats the fountains, flowers and trees with a layer of dazzling gold.Likewise, it fell on a young man in the middle of the garden, making his already brilliant blond hair even more charming.

The young man was wearing a well-tailored white robe, and the meticulously tied neckline and cuffs were embroidered with intricate and delicate golden patterns. It was the unique high-level blessing circle of the temple. The status symbol of the twelve priests.He stood tall and straight, like another beautiful tree in the shade.

He had been standing here for some time now, and he was still standing as the sun climbed out from below the eastern horizon and rose overhead.No one came to disturb him, he just stood by the fountain watching the gushing water column, and seemed to be very interested in the exquisite fountain.

However, there were people coming and going in the temple, and it wasn't true that no one dared to disturb him.

"I'm used to seeing the gardens in the Royal Palace and the Duke's Mansion. Will the noble young master of the Faronard family still be interested in the gardens here?"

The young man looked up.

"In my opinion, it's like the glory of the goddess shines on all her people, and any pious person should be blessed. Every garden is a work of art carefully cared for by gardeners, no matter how beautiful or beautiful it is. No, whether there are precious flowers and gorgeous decorations, people should appreciate them, shouldn't they?"

When he said this, he looked like a god in legends, with blond hair and blue eyes, so handsome that it was hard to look directly at him, but his expression was kind and gentle, and his eyes were so sincere that it was hard to doubt the truth of his words .

The knight standing under the corridor refused to accept his tricks, and sneered: "Do the nobles also believe in the goddess? Compared with the poor commoners and slaves, what else do you need to pray for?"

He spun out from behind the pillar, the sunlight jumping on his silver armor, looking a little harsh.He stood on the porch without hesitation, not wearing a helmet like the ordinary knights on duty, so that people could see his face clearly.

This is a handsome knight, but different from the aristocratic elegance of Fraxis, he has a rough aura all over his body, and there are some wild things that are difficult to tame, like a sharp spear, if you don't pay attention, you will stab hurt others.

Seeing his face clearly, Fraxis slightly raised the corners of his mouth unsurprisingly.

Hampton? Brandon, the head of the Knights Templar, the holder of the Holy Lance.A person who does not take the aristocratic system of the empire seriously, and is almost hostile to the nobles.

"The goddess takes care of her people, and the nobles are no exception." He turned around, smiled and looked straight into the eagle-like black eyes of the other party, "Knight Commander Brandon, if you don't have a beautiful longing for the light, you would The goddess has a firm belief, and I will not leave the magic research institute controlled by the king, give up the opportunity to become a court magician, and choose to become a priest here."

"Who knows if you were sent by the king to the temple?" Hampton stared at him with black eyes, like a beast threatening his prey, "You are promoted too fast, Mr. Noble. The Battle of Thorn City It is unreasonable for you to return to the imperial capital from the 'origin' all of a sudden."

"About what happened in Thorn City, you can ask the Ural Knight Commander when you grow up. He should be able to tell you more clearly about what happened at that time from the knight's point of view." Fraxis was not angry, still Responding to his doubts with a smile, "Of course, if you were present as the knight commander, maybe we would have saved a lot of effort, and the number of injured and dead people would have been reduced."

His words were somewhat sarcastic.In fact, although Hampton is indeed much stronger than Ural in terms of combat power, he is also far more difficult to control than Ural.The sharpest gun in the temple is not willing to listen to commands at all, and even the chief priest dare not say that Hampton will definitely listen to him. In this regard, Vlasis thinks Ural is much cuter.

At least Ural was just a little pompous and stubborn little old man, he thought.As for Hampton... getting them to work together must be far more difficult than getting along with Ural, Fraxis doesn't think he can easily influence his thoughts.

"Ural?" Hampton sneered, "The loser who is always stagnant at the eighth level has no brains, and can only show his last glory in that remote little place."

Francis frowned almost invisibly.

"The knight commander has such a keen scrutiny, why not use it to look at yourself more, it may have unexpected effects. May the goddess bless you."

Not wanting to entangle with the other party on this topic anymore, Fraxis nodded slightly, turned and left.The hem of his white robe was lifted by the wind when he turned around, forming an elegant and pleasing arc.

"...Oh, nobleman."

Hampton stared after him and laughed.

After being promoted to the rank of battle priest, Fraxis was assigned to the pastor's college, temporarily responsible for baptizing all the new priests who entered the temple, and teaching them some practical skills commonly used in the battle process.

He can understand the meaning of assessment in this job, and he is willing to accept this job.In his opinion, this is better than taking care of the wounded or burying his head in the pile of books every day, at least he can spare a lot of time to do his own things.

The pastor's house is on the south side of the temple, not far from his residence, and he can arrive quickly after getting up and exercising in the morning.He used to get up early, and after his morning prayers he practiced swordplay.

After planning in this way, Fraxis took his saber and walked towards the fencing training ground.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and a mist hung over much of the temple, and the clammy chill pierced through his shirt, and he felt a little chilly.

As a spellcaster, his swordsmanship is actually very good.Because the Duke of Faronard paid great attention to cultivating the fighting ability of his sons, he and his eldest brother were taught by a swordsmanship teacher hired by a lot of money since they were young, and they have been practicing swordsmanship under the teacher's request since they grew up.That teacher is a seventh-level swordsman, a freelance mercenary. He may not be so good at other things, but his swordsmanship is very superb.

This was enough. Durand and Francis had been trained by him for two full years. If Fraxis hadn't been discovered by the court magician later that he had excellent magic talent, maybe this time would have lasted longer.He is also very talented, so he is not bad in studying magic. At least when he encounters melee fighters below the fourth level, he can usually defeat them without using spell assistance.

He attacked the wooden stake for training with his sword, and the afterimage left by the sword tip drew traces on the wooden stake, and sawdust flew everywhere like snowflakes.But it was not as effective as practicing against others, so it didn't take long for him to feel bored, and he stopped after practicing for a while.

Such boring practice can't improve his swordsmanship, it can only be regarded as physical exercise.He had to think of a different way, otherwise his swordsmanship might be ruined.

Fraxis frowned and put the sword back into the scabbard, then wiped the sweat from his forehead.His hair had been tied up with a headband beforehand, but even so, the part that hung at the nape of his neck was still wet with sweat.

It seems that I have to go back and take a shower first, and I can't go to the pastor's school with sweat all over my body.Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to practice, and returned to the residential area the same way.

It was still early, but he met a small captain of the knight order on the way.

"Good day, Captain Fonner." He nodded politely.

"Good day, Master Faronard, you..." The other party looked at his attire and the sword hanging around his waist in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Are you going to practice swordsmanship?"

"...Yes, is there a problem?" He straightened his cuffs and asked politely.

Feng Na couldn't help shaking his head: "Of course not!"

"Then I'll go first, may the glory of the goddess protect you."

Feng Na waited for him to go far before going to the training ground to have a look. Seeing the wooden stake that Fraxis had hacked, he estimated the strength of the strength in his heart, and returned to the Knights in surprise.

The Knights of the Templars usually don't have extra entertainment, so they occasionally exchange some interesting things when they eat.It sounds weird, but they do have this habit, and have maintained it for a long time.

Because of this, in less than half a day, almost the entire knight order knew one thing: the newly appointed Priest Falunard looked like a good-looking ordinary spellcaster, but possessed the melee strength equivalent to a fifth-order knight.

No one knows when Hampton and Fracis met each other, although the reason for their mutual dislike is so obvious: Hampton is hostile to nobles, and Fracis happens to be a great nobleman.

But they haven't even had a formal conversation yet, and it's really not easy to be able to confront each other like this - Priest Moxi, who presided over the morning meeting, thought helplessly.

"I don't think it's a good idea to attack recklessly," Francis sat on a chair with a serious expression, "the enemy dares to camp in the forest near the city so boldly, they must have some special means to deal with us, why don't we first Surround them from the outside, trap them and make plans."

"It's just a group of half-orcs. If Mr. Noble is afraid, go back to the Duke's Mansion. There are heavy guards there, so it's very safe." Hampton stabbed him mercilessly.

He said it bluntly, but Fraxis didn't care, and just smiled lightly: "I have even confronted the high-level demons in Thorn City, so I don't need the knight commander to worry about my safety."

Priest Moxi quietly wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, then coughed in a low voice.

"Two, let's discuss how to deal with this group of half-orc robbers..."

"You're right." Fraxis echoed with a smile, and then added, "As long as the knight commander stops attacking me unreasonably in words, I will be happy to discuss issues with him."

"Oh." Hampton laughed and stopped talking.

Only then did the tense atmosphere ease slightly, Priest Moxi heaved a sigh of relief, and began to continue the meeting process.

Although the morning meeting ended smoothly because of the two taking a step back, Hampton obviously didn't intend to let Francis go just like that.He stopped the young blond priest after the meeting, and squeezed a ridiculously fake smile on his face: "I heard that Mr. Noble's sword skills are good, how about a sparring?"

This is not a deliberate provocation, what else can it be?Fraxis raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Mr. Knight Commander, I am a priest, of course you can also treat me as a mage... But whether I am a priest or a mage, you should not challenge me An invitation to swordplay, isn't it?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his blue eyes, but it was well concealed, and only Hampton, who was close at hand, saw it.

"...But I just want to see if the sword can still play its due role in the hands of nobles." The knight bullied a little closer, almost whispering into his ear, "Respect Your noble gentleman, do you use it as a sword, or as a machete?"

Fraxis frowned, avoiding his overly intimate movements without any trace, and finally no longer had the patience to pay attention to him, turned around and walked in the direction of the priest's courtyard.

He found that his patience, which had always been enough, was always lacking in the face of Hampton Brandon, which was really not a good sign.

Fraxis confirmed that the news that he went to the training ground to practice swordsmanship early in the morning was spread in the afternoon a few days later.An apprentice knight of the knight order, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was pushed out by someone as a touchstone, so he stood in front of him tremblingly, and asked him: "Lord Faronard, I... I May I ask you about swordsmanship?"

He couldn't help laughing, patted his shoulder reassuringly, and said softly: "Don't be nervous, stand up first and then talk."

This trainee knight was about the same height as him, and was considered to be very tall among children of the same age, but standing in front of him was still like a puppy, obedient and obedient, without the aura that he should have.

"Who told you to come? I don't remember that I advertised that I practiced swordsmanship." Fraxis turned his gaze to a group of knights who were eavesdropping outside the door, and he was a little bit dumbfounded. The light is blocked, do you expect me to not be able to find you?"

A group of armored knights walked into the room resentfully, led by the team leader Fonner that Fraxis met that day.Feng Na lowered his head in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, my lord, the boys insist on seeing your sword skills after hearing..."

"Then why don't you bring this kid here as a test subject?" Fraxis couldn't help laughing, and glanced at the apprentice knight again, "Has his strength reached the second level? This is not very good for young people. Alright, Captain Fonner."

The apprentice knight was about the same age as his younger brother, and Fraxis had no habit of bullying such a child.

Feng Na was pierced by him sharply, and he admitted with a dry smile that the little knight was indeed only able to reach the second level, and then quickly replaced another person.

"Well, the fourth level...try it? I don't plan to cast spells to assist, so the chances of winning are really not great." Fraxis blinked and smiled at him, "But can you tell me first why? Are you so curious about my melee strength?"

This is really unusual, usually who would care about a priest's melee ability?It is well known that the caster's body is weaker than ordinary people, but this group of knights even formed a small team to test him. Why?

Fraxis didn't think they were hostile to him, at least from the beginning until now, he didn't feel that these knights had any bad thoughts towards him.So... he became even more curious about their purpose.

Fonner didn't say anything, just motioned for Francis to follow them to the training ground.

"We'll tell you later, my lord," he said.

So Fraxis changed his mage's robe, took his own sword, and followed the group of knights to the training ground.

He didn't bring his own staff. He looked like a handsome young swordsman.Fortunately, it was afternoon and there were no people in the sword training ground, otherwise the scene of a group of knights coming in surrounded by a priest would have been known throughout the entire imperial capital.

It doesn't do him much good that Fraxis doesn't intend to take the Cavaliers' "discipline" too seriously.So he fought the knight barely evenly matched, and then walked off sweating.

Feng Na was obviously a little puzzled, but there is always a gap between cutting stakes and actual combat, especially for nobles, so he didn't say anything, but expressed his surprise at Fraxis's sword skills.

"It's the first time I've seen a spellcaster who is good at swordsmanship like you." He led the knights to salute, and then said, "Then as agreed, please allow me to explain this funny-sounding 'challenge' to you the reason."

"Please tell me, I am also very curious about it." Fraxis smiled and put his saber back into the scabbard gracefully.

"In fact, the relationship between the temple and the mage has become more and more tense in recent years. We just caught a black-robed mage who killed people with a curse last month, and the Magic Research Institute actually asked us to hand him over—" Speaking of this, Feng Na couldn't help but glanced at Fraxis, and continued after making sure that there was nothing unusual about him, "You came from the Magic Research Institute... um..."

Fraxis accepted his words with a smile: "So, many people have doubts about my loyalty?"

Feng Na wiped his cold sweat.

"I'm not an orthodox mage. You see, I went to the temple after I came out of the magic research institute, and stayed with the mage's natural enemies all day long." Fraxis kept that warm smile, and turned around him. The knights looked at them one by one, and said, "If I had been staying in the Magic Research Institute, I might be a court mage now. If it wasn't for my belief in the goddess and my trust in the temple, how could I be?" How come here?"

Feng Na was speechless by what he said, and admitted: "We were wrong, and we shouldn't have doubts about you... But please believe that today's temptation is out of good intentions."

"Then you are now..." Fraxis raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Looking for allies?"

The relationship between the temple and the mage group was tense, and he was not a low-status person on both sides. It would not be a disadvantage to win him as an ally.

But these knights obviously thought too much. Now that they have entered the headquarters of the temple, he can only stand here if there is a dispute - because he left the magic research institute and entered the temple, the king has expressed dissatisfaction with his father several times, Now he is not as comfortable with the court mage as he used to be.

"No no no, you misunderstood."

However, to his surprise, Feng Na waved his hand: "This is just because I saw the marks left by your sword practice last time and wanted to confirm it. Please don't mind my passing..."

Fraxis hummed and didn't say anything, but he understood their true thoughts in his heart.

This group of knights may be the most innocent group in the temple. Just because he knows sword skills, and his sword skills are not bad, they want to get closer to him...or even become friends.

Because of the aura of genius above his head and some other objective reasons, Fraxis has not had many friends.He felt that it was impossible for him to be like the knights, but someone who really wanted to get along with him...he would not refuse.

Since the "competition" that day, the attitude of the team led by Feng Na towards Fraxis has become much better. When they meet on the road, they not only salute, but also smile and say good day.

To be honest, Fraxis was a little uncomfortable with this change of attitude, but he also returned the same kindness to this team of Cavaliers.

It is a great spectacle in the imperial capital that knights can be so friendly to mages—you know, the royal knights and court mages quarrel almost every day in front of the king.This habit of tit-for-tat has been inherited for many generations, and it has reached the point where it is uncomfortable if you don't make noise all day, and sometimes you will use your hands or something.Therefore, as the most outstanding young man among the mages in the imperial capital, Fraxis was able to receive the courtesy of the knights. It was as if the priest of Alenka, who could not tolerate the dust on the steps, wore a robe stained with ink. Incredible.

The knights in the other teams were obviously curious about what was going on... After a meal, the knights in the entire temple knew what was going on.

From then on, Francis became a popular object of the knights, and the friendly attitude of the knights towards him made Hampton suspicious.

"What did the noble boy from the Faronard family do? Why are you so nice to him all of a sudden?"

Hampton, leaning on his gun, stood lazily in the shadow of the training ground, and in front of him stood the squad leader Vonner, who was soaked in the sun.

Feng Na wiped off his cold sweat, not knowing how to explain the whole story to the tyrant of the knight order.

He knew that the relationship between Hampton and Fracis was not very good, and every morning meeting was like a close confrontation, and their act of kindness towards Fracis was almost equivalent to slapping Hampton in the face... But Han Puton is only hostile to nobles. If this can be put aside, maybe he and Fraxis can still become good friends?

Vonner had voted for his idea, so he told Hampton about that day—if he had known what it entailed, perhaps he would have chosen now firmly to keep it a secret.

Fraxis felt that things were getting a little out of hand.

"What are you doing?" He was shrouded in shadows, frowned, closed the book in his hand, and looked up at the person in front of him.

Hampton raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at him, then stretched out his hand and took his book away: "My knights have treated you so well, Mr. Noble, your magic is really powerful."

As he said so, he tossed Fraxis' spell book back in his hand, then folded his arms leisurely, and looked at Fraxis who stood up with a half-smile.

"Since you have tried swordsmanship with my subordinates, are you interested in fighting with me? Dear Mr. Noble."

Fraxis glanced at the knight who caught the book behind Hampton, and after confirming that his book was intact, he looked at Hampton expressionlessly: "Doesn't the knight commander think...isn't this fair?"

"You can defeat a fourth-order knight. It's just a comparison. It's not a real life-and-death duel. Are you afraid?"

Hampton had an expression of "the nobles are so timid and afraid of death". Although Fraxis knew that he did it on purpose, he was still a little aroused rarely.

This guy is so unlikable that he takes it back, even Ural is a hundred times cuter than him.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I use my own strengths to deal with other people's weaknesses. I just feel a little blushed for such a knight commander." Fraxis smiled, and then said, "I don't understand why you insist on using it with me." Fighting with force, maybe it will be more exciting if we use our respective methods... But well, if you insist, I will not refuse, this is the minimum etiquette."

Everyone understands very well that Francis is mocking Hampton, and he seems to have a lot of words like this that he wants to give Hampton - anyway, he is not ashamed to lose, and it will hurt Hampton more Not bad.

Fraxis went into the bathroom and changed his clothes, then took out his saber from the interspatial ring, and took off the ring on his hand.While he was doing this, Hampton had been waiting in the living room, the smile on his face made the knights who dared not leave first shudder.

Goddess, every time the knight commander wants to drill them hard, or send them to perform some not-so-good missions, he will always show such a smile!

Fraxis was already very good-looking in casual clothes, but this time he also changed into the swordsmanship costumes of the nobles, making him even more handsome like a son of god.His sandy blond hair glistened in the sun, as if the sun was dancing on the ends of his hair.I have to say that even though he took off that white robe, he still looked pure and warm like the sunshine in the temple garden.

There was an almost imperceptible change in Hampton's expression, but it immediately returned to normal, and there was no trace of it anymore.

"Nobles are troublesome. The enemy's sword will not stop there, waiting for you to arrange your silk gloves and beautiful hair."

"Thank you, before the enemy draws his sword, I think I will first think about whether he is worth my magic." Fraxis replied unceremoniously.

They were walking on the way to the training room, usually only the high-ranking knights of the temple can use it, of course, this time it has been directly requisitioned by the knight commander, and everyone else is waiting there happily, ready to see the magic competition.

The armed confrontation between the priest and the knight commander, God knows if the temple has been established for so many years, has it happened on the mainland?This kind of thing sounds more incredible than the king falling down on the street. It feels like a duel that can be treasured as a precious memory after watching it!

The knights waited outside the training room with the same mood as when they were eating and chatting. Unexpectedly, the knight commander immediately turned on the closed mode and isolated the entire training room with a magic circle.

"...Does this mean you don't want us to watch the fun?" Another team leader, Ted, was stunned, and turned to ask Feng Na, who also looked dull.

"do not know……"

Feng Na hasn't recovered yet, but he knows that the Knight Commander is definitely not trying to do anything good by closing the training room.

He began to worry about Francis.

Although Hampton is known as "the sharpest spear in the temple" and is also the master of the holy spear, his swordsmanship... Fraxis doesn't think it will be any worse than spearmanship.After all, when every knight is selected into the temple, he is inspected for swordsmanship, and those who can choose their own weapons are those with a certain foundation, and Hampton is naturally the best among them.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Hampton. The latter was wearing a casual shirt and trousers with the belt still tied around his body. He looked tall and straight, standing there staring at him like a falcon aiming at its prey.

Uncomfortable being stared at by him, Francis walked to the corner of the training room and started his own warm-up.

Because of the habit he developed since he was a child, his movements of stretching his muscles are also very elegant. It is not just a beautiful display, but a kind of vigorous and graceful that looks like he has been trained. When he bends down, the lines of his waist and hips are especially beautiful, like a light and elegant cats.However, his back was turned to Hampton during these movements, which prevented him from seeing the latter's eyes.

Fraxis, who was put together with Hampton, looked like a small animal that was about to be caught by a fragile throat in the next second-he was too beautiful, and compared with Hampton, he was by no means a strong party.But he didn't come here with the mentality of "if you can't beat it, you admit defeat". It may sound a little overpowering, but he really wanted to see Hampton's strength, even if it was only a small part.

Of course, Hampton didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he probably wouldn't have imagined that he would have such overreaching thoughts.He just casually took a practice sword from the shelf by the wall, and then set up a posture.

"Come on, Monsieur Noble," he said with a smile.

Fraxis drew out his sword, saluted, and then raised his sword to attack.

He didn't expect to be able to defend against Hampton's attack from the very beginning. If he could resist the attack of the temple's sharpest gun without magic, he wouldn't be a mage today.All Fraxis wants to do is to be fast. He hopes to speed up the offensive rhythm as much as possible. As long as Hampton fails to react immediately at that moment, he still has a chance.

And, better to scare Hampton.He had a rare mischievous thought.

In fact, he really surprised Hampton, because the latter didn't expect his movements to be so agile and fast, even a few points faster than ordinary fifth-order knights.

...but that's not enough.

It is faster than ordinary fifth-level knights, but it cannot escape the eyes of ninth-level powerhouses.

After being surprised for a moment, Hampton quickly stretched out the sword in his hand to block it. His movement was fast enough, so the move Fraxis had calculated finally came to nothing.

"Be careful, noble gentleman." After giving the opportunity, Hampton was no longer polite, and the practice sword that was even a little rusty turned in his hand, and it attacked like a snake.

Fraxis couldn't take a single blow, and he had already tensed up and waited for him to fight back.But this sword was too tricky, and it was different from the swordsmanship he had seen before, so he was a little helpless, so he managed to dodge it in extreme embarrassment, almost sitting on the ground.

The wind brought by the sword's edge passed by his cheeks, Fraxis felt a pain on his face, he should have been cut.

Even the old sword that the apprentice knights in the practice room didn't bother to use could be used to such an extent that he had no ability to fight back. Fraxis silently affirmed Hampton's strength in his heart, but he was not ready to give up yet.

It's not like there's no chance at all.he thinks.

Hampton reached out to support him, but Fraxis stood up straight, turned the sword in his hand at an angle, and quickly stabbed at the angle at which the opponent supported him.

It's a pity that Hampton turned around to dodge, and the tip of the sword passed an inch from his waist, but nothing was stabbed.

"I didn't expect nobles to use this kind of method, so I don't want to be polite." The man smiled, and suddenly threw the sword to his side, attacking him empty-handed.

Fraxis was taken aback, the sudden loss of sense of distance made him panic - as a spellcaster for a long time, he couldn't adapt to this situation immediately, and his body couldn't keep up with the speed of perception, this time... There was no way he could dodge it.

Sure enough, in the next second, he was caught by Hampton, who simply and neatly cut his wrist behind him, and pressed him against the wall of the fencing training room that hadn't been brushed for some time.After the wall was hit, a layer of dust floated up, making him choke.

Fraxis frowned as he looked at where his shirt was stained.

"The reaction is not fast enough, the hand must keep up with the brain, Mr. Noble." Hampton's voice sounded right next to his ear, spraying on his earlobe with moist and hot breath, "Otherwise... your seven What's the use of super perception ability?"

"The knight commander is right. I was indeed negligent in this regard." Fraxis nodded, his tone sounded right, "Then, can you let me go?"

He felt a little angry for a long time. The last time he felt this way was when he found out that his younger brother Royle had become a wanted criminal of the empire. It was almost two years ago.

Hampton had gone too far. In fact, he had violated the empire's protection laws for nobles just because he pressed a big nobleman against the wall in a one-stop contest.Fraxis wasn't a calculating, cheapskate, but to him, it was beyond the realm of nothing that happened.

However, Hampton didn't seem ready to let go, still pressing him firmly against the wall, even closer, Fraxis could feel the heat of his body.

His hands were cut backwards, and his wrists were pressed together by Hampton, pressing against his waist.This made him almost unable to move at all, and his entire upper body was forced to stick against the dirty wall, in a state of embarrassment.

"Mr. Noble, I want to talk to you." Hampton softened his voice but did not soften his movements, pinching Fraxis's wrist painfully, "Do you want to make a bet?"

Knowing that he was not ready to let go in a short time, Fraxis also gave up communication and silently protested this disgusting behavior.

But Hampton didn't care. Anyway, the nobleman was listening, and it didn't affect his speech whether he made a sound or not.He continued: "The bet is very simple. The loser will do one thing for the winner. As long as you can hold on for a quarter of an hour without making a sound, then you win——I won't inflict any violence on you, how about it?"