Atlas Double Star Book

Egg had already heard the cheers outside.

Presumably Trand had killed the lion and was slapping his belly triumphantly at the audience.Egg thought about it, and frowned.

It's almost time to play, and the blade-like young man is making final preparations.The black hair was loose, and the slender fingers skillfully wrapped the braids around the parts, and tied them again with silver ornaments.He adjusted it and touched his neck and collarbone left and right to make sure that no strands of hair would fall out.This is the most important occasion for the Sybyl, he doesn't want to embarrass Trand, it's not decent to be killed by a very rough enemy.

Egg drew his sword and looked at himself against the reflection of the metal.

not bad.

He twisted his silver collar button, it was already worn out, he would order a new one when the duel was over.Perhaps Trand's name could be engraved on the back, if Trand was dead.

"In the Emerald Academy, you were the boy with the best swordsmanship." It was the crown prince.

"Your Highness." Egg had no choice but to respond.

"You use this sword."

The attendant next to him took out a pitch-black sword. The scabbard and hilt were too simple, with almost no decoration.Egg liked the design a lot, so he took it and took a look.

The crown prince crossed his arms and said, "It's a gift from me. Although it is not the famous sword in "Sybil's Battle Song", it will probably be meaningful to you. This is the sword of the Swades family. Its last owner was 'Gerwyn the Swiftfoot'."

Egg stopped.

"Yes, that is your mother."

"..."

"This is the sword given to the Swades family by the late emperor. Your grandfather cherished it very much and gave it to his favorite little daughter as a dowry."

"..."

The crown prince said with a half-smile, "I guess you haven't seen it."

"Yes Your Highness, when my mother was alive, she was not very interested in anything. Even if it was such a precious saber, she was not interested in showing it to me." Egg raised his head indifferently, as if looking at a hanging sword. dead people.

"yes."

The crown prince looked at those ice-like eyes with a smile, and said softly:

"I thought... this sword could remind you of the value of your family. It seems to be useless. Heh, no wonder they all said that you are the most like your mother, a leopard-like beauty, who has the potential to become the sharpest in the empire knife, but has no interest in anything... no loyalty."

The man reached out, trying to lift Egg's jaw,

Not loyal.If such cruel words were spoken to other Sibyls, they would either be furious or feel extremely guilty.But Egg just leaned back lazily, letting go of the crown prince's hand.

"Oh," he said.

The crown prince sneered and said to the guards, "He is not allowed to bring other weapons on the field except this sword."

That's all right, Egg thought, he could beat Trander to the brink of defeat even if he went in with just a hard loaf of bread.Just thinking about it is not enough, Egg still needs to say it to the people next to him:

"I'm stronger than Rand."

Ah, death and longing.

When Egg came to the arena to meet his lover, he felt a certain anxiety.

The man was waiting there, with his back turned to him, whistling leisurely, looking like a fool.The blood of the lion all over his body has proved who is the sharper minion.

"It's as if the whole audience came here just to see him whistle," thought Egg.

Hearing Egg's footsteps, Trand's ears trembled, like a hound hearing the voice of its master.Trander has had many such useless stunts since he was a child, half of which are used to amuse the young master, and the other half are used to anger the young master and make himself happy.

The drawn-out whistle was as frivolous as a male customer picking flowers in front of a brothel.

"Eh."

Trand turned around and smiled:

"Good day, Master Egg Swalds. Long time no see. Do you miss me?"

A mean and seductive smile.

Egg smiled, and held out his right hand to the former servant.

According to Sibyl etiquette, even if the relationship between master and servant has been dissolved, the servant must kiss the former master's ring when greeting.But the power ring of the Gorgon family has been taken away, and Yi Ge has no ring on his hand.

Trand got down on one knee, peeled off Egg's black sheepskin gloves, and kissed the index finger that had once worn the ring.While the audience couldn't see, the man stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked Egg's finger, then smiled and raised his head, as if asking his master if he was satisfied.

Moist, soft touch, glides over skin.

"Do you still love me?" Trander opened his lips slightly, as if showing an unfinished service, waiting for the noble young master to offer a high price.

"Disgusting." Egg laughed.

"It's so cruel." Trander smiled dotingly.He stood up and deliberately announced loudly to everyone: "Egg Swards, you used to be my master. Even though we are both sinners before God Nu, I still respect you."

This is for the emperor to show that he is a loyal person.Egg understood.

"But—" Trund continued, "I am a stronger man, and I deserve more. The God of War is always by my side."

This is for potential allies.

"My master, I swear to the angry God of Judgment: If I can't defeat me here, then I will plunder you and violate you." Trander grinned furiously.

This is for the enemy.

"Really? Then I allow you to draw your sword against me." Egg raised his chin, playing with Trander's curly black hair provocatively, "Don't disappoint me."

"Then let's take our time, sweetheart." Trander moved his ears, "I need time."

Egg understood, and that was what was being said to him.

The priest threw the ashes of the bull for the god of war who sat high in the sky.Nu Shen's white spear was handed over to the emperor, who raised it—

People watched the solemn ceremony.

Judgment cannot stop until this pure white spear is covered with the blood of sinners.

The trial by combat began early, and someone was late.

"Yes, I'm sorry! That's my friend... please excuse me!"

Mr. Kaloyalo struggled to squeeze his way through the crowd.There were too many people, he accidentally stepped on the skirt of the lady in front, and because he didn't place his hands in the right position, he was slapped by someone inexplicably.Glasses also fell off.He was cursed all the way over.

"Hey! Has it started yet!"

After finally arriving at the proper seat of the nobility, the Duke saw that the two knights on the field had already started a fight, and ran forward anxiously, only to trip over all of a sudden.Others showed disgusted expressions.

The noise disturbed the royal seat.

"Is that clown duke here? I said why it was so quiet before." The crown prince sneered.

The young little prince was very happy.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to get rid of that guy right now." The female officer glared at Mr. Kaloyalo angrily.

The emperor sighed softly and said gently: "Come here, Caroiallo, sit next to me." Hearing what his mother said, the little prince clapped his hands happily.

Mr. Kaloyalo apologized hastily, and sat down beside the emperor, while the little boy crawled on his lap to play.

"Duke Wurkan, the person you like is dueling! If he dies, you will be sad, right?" The little prince innocently pointed at Trand.

The Duke was panting after exercising, but when he heard the child's words, he coughed violently.He shook his head frantically, and said, "No no no no no! Sir Muawia and I have nothing to do with that, really!"

The little boy asked: "Huh? But last time I went to play with Brother Trande, Duke Vulkan, weren't you hiding in his room?"

"That's right, it looks like you would like this type." The emperor responded lightly, and then said: "But if you want to inherit the title, you still need marriage. Think about it, if you can't make an appointment, I will appoint it for you. This does not hinder the personal relationship, and Trand is probably used to sharing this kind of relationship."

She said a lot, she should be in a good mood.

The nobles next to him were very displeased. Why did the emperor always favor the Duke of Vulkan?

The duke couldn't argue, and was about to suffocate.

"Today's duel was very exciting. These two are the most outstanding Sibyl warriors." Although the emperor said so, he was almost speechless.

"Yes Your Majesty, Egg is my knight, and Trande is my friend. These two are very powerful, and they are talents that the empire should not lose... So... can you... Let everyone just compete? Like It's the same as Ibagne's sports competition, there is a ranking, peace and friendship, no need to fight to the death..." The Duke still did not give up, and carefully tested.

The emperor smiled and did not take these stupid words seriously.

"Trand will definitely win! Let's bet," the little boy swung his legs and watched the contest with relish, "Who do you bet on will win, mother?"

The crown prince looked this way.

"Maybe it's Trande." The emperor lowered his head and fondled the young son's head.

In this kind of dialogue, others are listening, guessing, and speculating, and then malice and jealousy emerge from countless masks.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is half written, and I will try to update it on the weekend~