Tyrant Code

bone.

Seychelle was horrified by what he saw, but he still packed the skull away, and Artie handed it over to the Pope's people.

When he returned to the bedroom, he put the key into the jewelry box again.Touching the face of his sleeping wife, he slowly buried his head in her neck.

She is his wife, her lips are only kissed by him, her eyes are only moved by him, and even she is feeding their offspring now.

But... But even so, he was still so dissatisfied.

Not satisfied that someone is about to replace him as the most important person in her life, dissatisfied that someone is about to distract her.

Such morbid emotions may have been wrong from the beginning, but he still enjoyed it.

He found Yati again, but he rejected the other party's courtship.

"What's the matter? Master Seychelle, is he exhausted because of handling official business for His Majesty the Pope? It's okay, Artie can wait."

"Not this time, and not next time. Artie, you know very well that you are a substitute. And I am just a tool for your purpose. Now that your purpose has been achieved, I no longer need such a substitute .Then our relationship should end."

The other party's words made Artie unable to even pretend to smile.

"Secil, I'm pregnant. I have your child, do you understand? I can't go back to the Holy See. I can't go back!"

This was the first time Artie hadn't used the word "my lord" when calling Seychelle.But even so, he couldn't get the other side's attention.

Seychelle just turned around and paused after hearing this, and then continued.

"Child? You should be very clear that we cannot have children between us. This is an accident, and it should be dealt with. I think the Holy See should have taught you a lot of similar things."

After speaking, Seychelle left without looking back.Yati froze in place, caressed her lower abdomen with both hands inadvertently, and then laughed maniacally.

After a bout of hysteria, Artie seemed to calm down.

"Accident? Deal with it? No...impossible...this is my child. It's our child. Seychelle, we are both poor people. Now that the two poor people have a child, this is our salvation. "

"—do you think you can escape?"