Invade the white dove

Sotiria's eyelids twitched. He looked at Julius who was staring at him warily, and even the smile on his lips froze instantly.

"Julis, are you afraid of me?"

Julis was never afraid when he saw a translucent wandering soul on the verge of death, and he never showed any fear when he was tattooed with thorns and vines by himself under the cold moon of Stanley.But now, his little prince is on guard because of the persecution of this hypocritical envoy.

Yulis took a step forward, blocking the Angel Yihe behind him, raised his right arm slightly, and put on a defensive posture: "Sotilia, this is my teacher. I know you have always respected my beliefs , and please respect the messenger of God."

Yulis frowned, his voice was deep and slow.The envoy and Sotiria, one is his belief, the other is his secret love, and he greedily hopes that both will not be harmed.

"The teacher may be my only relative in the world, Sotiria." Yulis raised his head and looked directly into Sotiria's eyes, "I know what you are worried about. I will take care of it."

God's curse, Stanizhong's reunion with his swordsmanship teacher, and the old man's strange name for him, all these indeed have too many doubts and coincidences.Sotiria worried that this was a well-planned conspiracy, which was inevitable. After all, Mr. Knight didn’t know how much his father and teachers loved him——as the little prince of Odong and the heir to the Pearl of the Sea, Yuli He was sure that he had a love that almost all the young children in Odong could not envy.

Ulis stepped forward slowly, with his hands open, unreservedly showing his weaknesses to Sotiria: neck, chest, lower abdomen, fragile, soft, fatal weaknesses.

"You wouldn't hurt the teacher, just as you wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

In the blue eyes, the dark pupils shrunk into a thin slit, and Julius could not see any emotion from them, but he heard Sotiria's dull response: "I will not hurt you, my Yuli S."

Julius took a long breath and said with a smile, "You trust me, don't you?"

"I believe you."

"So—please give me a little space, I want to talk to the teacher alone."

Sotiria raised his eyes, looked over Yulis' shoulder, and looked at Yihe.

The envoy stood there with his eyes closed, motionless. If he hadn't seen the rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a dead person.

Sotiria snorted lightly, and threw the silk handkerchief on the ground that had wiped his five fingers that had just touched Yihe.

"He is a prisoner. If he goes back unharmed, you will be suspected. I know you don't like my approach, but these are necessary." Sotiria said, "I believe that as his teacher, you will also You don't want to do this, do you, Yihe?"

Julius was keenly aware of the familiarity and contempt in Sotiria's tone, not like a stranger at all.

Could it be that Sotiria had seen the envoy before?

A wandering soul who called the lord of the underworld a brother and brother, and yelled at the envoy of the god of the gods.

Sotiria, what the hell is... what?

The envoy Yihe turned his head slightly, as if he didn't bother to respond to Sotiria's provocative behavior.Suddenly, he frowned tightly, and fumbled for a moment with his hands in the air, his five fingers leaping like playing a piano. After a while, he seemed to have touched something frightening, and his arms froze suddenly.Yihe's eyes widened: "I feel the power of the contract, my child, you and him...signed a soul contract that will never be betrayed?"

It is no exaggeration to say that the envoy's expression at this moment is more terrifying and desperate than when he heard that Gaman's iron hooves crushed the border of Austria and East.

The moment he recognized Mr. Yihe, Yulis knew that the contract relationship between himself and Sotiria would be discovered sooner or later.Although he had no intention of concealing it, the appearance of Sotiria in front of outsiders is a complete demon!

"Teacher, without him, I can't come back here alive." Yulis knelt down in front of the God Envoy Yihe, lowered his head, "Sotiria is not a devil, if you are angry because of his offense just now —Of course you can be angry, but please punish me as the master..."

Yulis was eager to clarify that Sotiria was not a real "demon", but he suddenly realized that the angel of Yihe did not reprimand him for selling his soul to the devil immediately.

Julius raised his head sharply.

Could it be that the oracle knew that Sotiria was not a demon?

"Fate...is it really inevitable?" Ihe stared at Sotiria, his face was pale, and he muttered to himself.

"Teacher, what fate?" Ulis asked.

However, Yihe shook his head and pulled him up: "My child, no matter what you see later, you must always remember that God God loves His believers, and your parents love you too. Don't lose yourself. Oh God The white dove of the East will never get lost."

Now, Julis finally couldn't convince himself to ignore the anomaly of the envoy.

Everyone seems to be playing riddles with him today—the frenzy that erupted on the face of the old prisoner after seeing him, the inexplicable call before death, Sotiria and the envoy of Yihe, who knew each other clearly, but deliberately Pretending to be a stranger in front of myself...

He always thought he was a patient person, but today, he finally knew the limit of his patience.

"Teacher, please tell me what happened!" Ulis asked in a low voice.

"Son, I want to tell you a story first."

Yi Hyuk doesn't answer him directly.Yihe's voice was weak, as if he was about to pass out at any moment, but he still took a breath.

"Your father, Fino Kles, was originally the third heir to the Odong Kingdom. If the eldest son and second son hadn't died of the disease one after another, Fino would have been made a duke and inherit a fertile territory."

Sotiria raised his brows slightly and snapped his fingers impolitely, and the only ebony seat in the side hall appeared behind Julis.Ulis helped the envoy to the chair, knelt at Yihe's feet, and listened carefully as if he had listened to the envoy's sermon in White Pigeon Castle.

Father did mention that, as the youngest son of Odong's previous king, he was never raised as heir to the throne.But when his father and two elder brothers died one after another, he who had been immersed in fine wine and music was pushed and put on a crown like the golden sand that everyone touched out of the mud.

Every day, Fino spends his days in fear, and the ministers regard him as a chess piece that can be manipulated at will. Whoever controls him can become the real ruler of the Odong Kingdom.

Meranda Cress, who was originally the wife of King Fino, appeared by his side at this moment.

—— "Meranda, she is the light of my life. When everyone is calculating how to use me, she illuminates me with love. Oh, my Meranda..."

Once when Fino was drunk, Julius pestered his father to tell a story. The old king had just begun to cry, and he was already sobbing.

"The marriage between Fino and Meranda was originally not blessed." Angel Yihe sighed, "But she insisted that in her short marriage with her eldest son Felice, the two did not have intercourse...but Fortunately, not long after you were born, the Holy Court sent me a blessing."

Julius lay on Yihe's lap. Although he had never met his mother, his parents' love poems have been sung in Odong for a long time. Once he remembered that because of his own birth, his father lost the best wife and the most perfect love at the same time. , Julius blamed himself.

"Father...he never blamed me." Julis swallowed the soreness in his throat and said hoarsely.

"Son, your father loves you with all his heart, just like he loves your mother." Yihe raised his hand, wanting to stroke Yulis's hair, but before that, an almost cruel voice suddenly sounded— —

"This marriage was not blessed when Meranda was alive." Sotiria concluded indifferently, "What did the Holy Court bless, the end of the blasphemous marriage, or the so-called 'curse'? coming?"