boy and bone

On the highest eaves corner of the bell tower, the blood-red round eyes of the white pigeon are far away.The crowd in the market is like a dense stream, and they have a quick glance at the faces of all kinds of people in the past, whether they are happy or sad, or laughing wildly or as clever as a mouse, shaking hands and talking in the dark in the inconspicuous alleys.

"Happy cooperation." The man with the hood covering half of his face was holding a brass scroll in his hand.

"At your service." The other person narrowed his calculating eyes, and put the bulging purse into his long sleeves.When the man in the hood was about to leave the darkness sideways, the man with the gold coin in his pocket lifted his chin lightly, and the figure in the dark after a long time received the command and moved behind the man in the hood.

A half whimper was strangled in the throat with a smear of blood on the neck.The last brass scroll in the dead man's hand fell from his side and rolled out of the sunlight.

From the edge of the light and shade at the entrance of the alley, two fingers of a black glove protruded, gripping the reel on the ground back into the shadows.

The assassin who took back the scroll turned and retreated to the other side.

The shrewd businessman laughed at the corpse on the ground, and gave further orders to the assassins around him: "Take care of it. Don't bring trouble to the count."

The assassin stood silently, and the blood-clotting dagger in his hand had turned into a growth blade at some point.Under the merchant's curious eyes, the long blade stabbed at his abdomen, and his surprise suddenly turned into panic.

"You, you are not the Earl's man..." The businessman never thought that his first miscalculation would be fatal.

Unwillingly, he clenched the blade of the knife stuck in his stomach, trying to pull it away.It was a pity that it was in vain, the assassin knew his intention, so he stabbed deeply forward again, piercing the opponent's back.

When he was dying, a low voice crashed into the merchant's fading consciousness: "Marquis Andriy, I send my greetings to you."

The businessman chuckled, his left hand drooped after he stopped struggling, the weaker his vitality became, the more the ring on his middle finger shone, until at the last moment the ring lit up, the body of the man pierced by the sword suddenly burst, and the blood of the assassin in front of him burst all over.

"Shit." The assassin didn't expect that the other party would end up in this way, and he cursed angrily inwardly as the foul smell lingered in his nasal cavity and he couldn't get rid of it.

Suddenly, a hostile oppression came from above the head, and the assassin dodged to dodge.

Falling from the sky, several assassins in the same attire surrounded the only exit of the alley leading to the sun, cornering the blood-soaked rebel assassins.

……

"Well, what do you smell like?" The boss's son circled around Gray, sniffing and covering his mouth and nose in disgust.

"It's blood." Gray didn't even want to respond with a look to a little bastard.

In the interrogation hall of the restricted area of ​​the military area, Grai stood up straight and let the child who was handicapped toss around him.

"Hey, what's the name of your weapon?" the child asked, pinching his nose.

"Breaking Spirit Blade." It's an important military location, what's the point of bringing a child in.Gray was resentful. Compared with his predecessors, his current boss had nothing wrong with him except that he doted on his son too much.

"Oh~ I heard from my father that your knife can change into any shape" the boy asked.

"Yes." Grai closed his eyes as if resigning himself to his fate, his body remained motionless, but in his heart he wished to push this talkative child to the ground and beat him up.

"It's amazing! How did you do it?" The boy stared at the long blade enviously: "Can you change me into a bird?"

"No." Gray refused.

"Stingy. I'm going to tell my father to beat you," the boy said sarcastically.

Knowing how to rely on power at a young age, it's really incredible.Gray couldn't stand being suppressed the most. If he hadn't lost his qualification to compete for the commander of the Northern Territory Army because of his marriage, he would be the commander of the Northern Territory today. Boss around.

The assassination mission this time consumed too much of Grai's energy. He was already tired and in a bad mood, and his eyesight would not be much better. With a slight stare, Grai frightened the kid across from him to tears.

The boss's son was intimidated by the fierce light in Gray's eyes and cried loudly: "You scared me! I'm going to tell my dad!"

Gray's eyes showed contempt.

"What's wrong, my baby." Coincidentally, the boss's voice immediately floated into Gray's ears.The man who just came in from the door of the interrogation hall made no sound. He almost heard his son crying, regardless of whether there were other people around him, he quickly stepped forward, hugged his little son, and coaxed him softly.

Oops, Gray felt a chill in his heart.

This dead boy will definitely sue him!

The boss held the child in his arms, and while smoothing his convulsive breathing, he carried him into the secret room: "Wait here for me, you can't come out. Be good, and there will be a reward."

After coaxing his son, the boss turned his face and walked towards Gray: "You are back."

"Looking at you, have you experienced a hard battle?"

"It's okay." Gray recalled the dozens of elite mercenaries who fell from the sky. Although the attack was within his calculations, it really made him suffer. He didn't expect that the place where the transaction would be blocked in all directions. Narrow alley, not to mention that the businessman would be so rich, and he hired all elite mercenaries.

"How did it take so long?"

The boss asked.

Gray replied curtly: "It was a waste of time to sneak into the caravan and private mercenaries."

"How about the task?"

"all the best."

Gray's hands were wrapped around his back, and he took out the brass roll from the hidden pocket of his waist belt and handed it to his boss.

"According to your instructions, I will act under the name of Marquis Andriary. I believe there will be news of it soon."

"Very good, worthy of my father's fancy." The boss praised.

Gray was expressionless.It has been three years since the old army commander passed away.Gray didn't know much about the current commander of the legion he served, that is, the superior in front of him, but he wanted to be able to take over quickly after the death of the old commander, and manage the regiment in an orderly manner, and the various branches were not separated. In other words, the current army commander will not be a soft eater.

But still the same old saying, if it wasn't for him, Grai, who got married early, didn't want to be in the limelight, and had a more life-saving attitude than before, the position of this army commander really couldn't be given to a junior with pampering.

The boss doesn't understand these things, so his father's name is always included in his compliments. On the one hand, it is to balance the feelings of the confidant that the father worked hard to cultivate during his lifetime, and on the other hand, it is also to retain Grai's loyalty.

He is a reasonable heir to the Legion, a person whom his father treats favorably, and he also respects him, and he hopes that Gray can understand this.

"The task has been completed, do you have any instructions?" Gray was so tired that he just wanted to go home and sleep.

The boss looked at Grai's left arm unintentionally, and said with a smile: "You seem very anxious. Are you afraid that your wife will wait for a long time?"

Gray was tired, and suddenly smiled warmly when he heard the word madam, but immediately he looked vigilant, and without thinking, he hid his left arm behind his back.

"Sorry, I crossed the line." The boss was still smiling, as if chatting.He never understood how an assassin who earns his living on the tip of a knife managed to make a fortune?What puzzled him even more was that since Gray had already married, why didn't he quit this business where he faced the danger of death all the time.

……

Taking advantage of the darkness of night, a figure climbed into the window of his castle.The reason why Gray didn't go through the main entrance was because he was afraid of waking up the people in the castle.The empty castle is a reward from the royal family. There are no butlers, servants, guards, and any superfluous people here.

Curriss has a ward over the door.If outsiders come uninvited, they will inevitably suffer physical pain, and if they are 'insiders', the guardian will also convey the message to the owner.

However, Gray's thinking was a little simpler. He only thought that there was a protection on the door, but he didn't expect that the castle was in the center, and the area within ten miles was covered by Kuris' barrier.And as Curris's magic power became more and more profound, the realm of the guardian became more and more expanding.

Every time he expands a little bit, the sooner he can know his return.

Gray thought he was sneaky enough not to wake Curris.He didn't go back to the room first, he went straight to the bathroom, and hurriedly washed off the fishy smell all over his body.

It wasn't until he had exhausted all the odor-removing spices at home that Gray realized he smelled barely normal.

That businessman is not a loyal woman, she blew herself up so decisively, is he still afraid of being ruined by Grai after his death?

Gray, who had changed his clothes, walked through the dark corridor, and gently pushed open the door. The candles in the room were extinguished, and a peaceful sleepiness invaded the room.

He lifted the bed curtain and carefully lay down on the vacant side of the bed.

"I'm back." Gray lay on his side, his eyes staring at the back of the person opposite him in the dark, whispering unbearably disturbed.

Reassuringly, even though the other party didn't respond, Gray still felt completely relaxed.Soon, all kinds of frightening, bloody fights like mad dogs breaking free and biting were all forgotten, the noisy consciousness began to quiet down, and the world in front of him spread in darkness.

The man who sensed Gray early on, waited patiently for his approach from the very beginning, counted his approaching steps and frequency, and imagined his expression in invisible places.

A soft greeting, like a stone sinking into the sea, is the most useless gift for waiting. It not only fills the dissatisfaction, but also shows his endless demands.

The waist is surrounded by a familiar arm.

Gray was startled to feel a little while he was in a daze, but when he felt it, Culis immediately calmed down and pressed the arm around his waist: "Did I wake you up?"

"Two days later than expected." The voice was close to the earlobe.

"Hmm...that group of businessmen are ghostly ghosts, it's very troublesome." Gray's tired tone became weaker and weaker.

Culis touched Gray's face with his hand. Under the dark night, his defenseless, unaffected face and relaxed expression were indeed signs of falling asleep again.

Poor and itchy.

In the chaotic drowsiness, Grai felt that his waist was lifted, his legs were wide open, and the cool breeze was blowing from the usually secret place below.The soft object with a slightly higher temperature is close, the rhythm is regular, and the familiar sense of alienation...

Even though he was very tired, Greqiang opened his eyes.

From the top of his body, came a dull sentence: "Gray is tired, ignore me, you continue to sleep."

How can this sleep? !

A candle was lit at an unknown time, and there was a scorching scene in the curtain of the bed.

Curris put his hands on both sides of his head, and the force of his lower body was getting more and more out of control, trying to appear brutal.

Curris's hair was dripping with sweat, and his focused and explicit eyes were crystal clear, covering Grai's top.

Grey's whole body was trembling, and the tacit cooperation of his lower body for many years had already unintentionally followed and absorbed him, and Curris's thing obviously knew him better, and it could ignite his desire in just a few or two strokes.

Grai's awakened consciousness instantly sank:

Can't say no to him, can't say no to him.

Damn, as long as it is this person, he will do anything to send him to hell!

Grace simply let go.He licked his hot and bloodshot lips, put his arms around the man's neck, and bit down on it.The lower legs tightened around Kuris' waist, allowing the man to probe into the deepest parts of his lair without hesitation.

Tenderness without twisting, posture without mourning, hot breath blending with each other, brutal biting that lures sensitive tremors, bodies sinking and floating lure each other into their own control, the two sides acquiesce and are even extremely happy The aggression is exposed in the flickering candlelight.

……

early morning.

Gray was lying on the bed, his limbs were weak.He turned his face to the side, and Curris was fully dressed, with his back to him and facing the vertical mirror, fixing his bow tie.

Gray peeked into a corner of the mirror, reflecting Curris's face, red hair, gray eyes, it has to be said that it is difficult to control this color scheme without good facial features.

Half of Gray's face was sunken in the bed sheet. He moved his fingers a little, and the long knife leaning against the closet suddenly turned into smoke. When the smoke cleared, a silver bird fluttered and flew onto the shoulder of the man in front of the mirror. .

The silver bird even imitated a clear warbling cry.

"What is it talking about?" Curris asked with a smile.

Gray propped his head on his elbows, and said: "It said, the man in front of the mirror is very beautiful today, is anyone going to be unlucky?"

Curris turned around and leaned over the bed: "I want to call you back to my side."

Gray was taken aback: "Huh? But I'm a mercenary, not under the control of the royal family."

"The agreement between the royal family and the Northland Legion has not been annulled by the passing of the former army commander, and it is still in force, so it stands to reason that your legion should send personnel to protect all members of the Fasel royal family in close contact according to the agreement."

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?" Gray wondered.

Curris stared into his eyes: "Assassins are too dangerous. You are two days behind the expected mission time this time, which shows that you are no longer able to do what you want."

Being doubted about his ability, Gray struggled to get up, ignoring the weakness of his waist, and argued: "This time twenty or thirty people surrounded me, how could I escape so quickly alone."

Curris's eyes froze: "Twenty or thirty"

Gray had a guilty conscience. In order to increase the level of excitement, he fabricated the bloody scene to set off his rightful age. He lied about the number of enemies. Seeing that Curris seemed to be in a bad mood, Grai coughed and changed his words: "Maybe more than a dozen All of them are dangling in front of my eyes, and I didn't count them in detail."

Culis rolled his lips and sat down against the edge of the bed: "Do you have to make me afraid?"

"afraid of what?"

"In a place that I can't reach, you are deep in danger and tortured." Kuris's rust-red hair drooped, and there was a look of sadness in his eyes: "I am very afraid that such a thing will happen."

If you put it on someone else, pretending to be weak and pitiful in front of Grai, it would be God's pity if Grai didn't blow his head off, but if you put it on the person in front of you, Grai would blame himself very much and want to Hammer off the heads of people who don't understand themselves.

"Okay, okay." Gray agreed: "If I step down from the position of deputy in the Legion, will it affect you?"

Curris blinked, and the bird on his shoulder flapped its silver wings, and the fog melted into a new shape, a roll.

Gray caught the roll that slipped from his shoulder, opened it, took out a roll of paper, and handed it to Curris: "The task item this time is a brass letter box. This is the content inside. I will make a temporary rubbing Yes, don't worry, I have cleaned up the traces left by the rubbings of the original."

Curris took it, spread it out to look at the content, and immediately understood Gray's intentions.

"Because this mission is related to the Lann clan, I should pay attention to it. Not only you are paying attention to the situation in the south, but many clans are also suspicious."

"Didn't you always want to know where Lann's money was spent? It's all in the internal communication of the clan. Eleven top-level holy weapons, thanks to their rich imagination, they can design them..."

Gray laughed for a while, and then reminded: "If I am sent elsewhere, and the intelligence task is not my turn, there will be no such convenience."

Curris stared at Gray, as if he wanted to see him from the inside out.This person did not hesitate to keep himself at the forefront of danger. He just wanted to gain some convenience for him, a piece of information that might be beneficial to him.

Seeing that the other party was just staring at him closely without speaking, Gray thought that Kuris was weighing the pros and cons.

He waited patiently for a reply, and wrapped the soft blanket around him tightly.

Curris underestimated his position in Gray's heart, he was not moved, he only felt scared.Curris put people in his arms: "I don't want to lose you, I want to be with you for a long time."

"Suddenly, suddenly... what foolish words are you talking about!" Grai's nose hurt and he couldn't breathe for no reason when he was thrown into Kuris's arms all of a sudden.