hunting light

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Ian felt it was ridiculous: "My lord, with all due respect, your way of educating is a bit too rough. Leon is only 12 years old, and he is just a child. I think it is better for an adult to guide him correctly and gently than to let himself It's better to go outside and collide. He should still be at an age where adults can protect him..."

"I started sleeping with Omega when I was 12 years old, Father!" The Duke interrupted the little priest's nagging, full of sarcasm at his self-righteous kindness, "The reason why the Coleman family can become emperor in this star field For 3000 years, is it just because we govern the country wisely?"

The Duke looked arrogant and reserved, defiant: "A man of Coleman blood is born precocious and vigorous. He is an Alpha among Alphas. He is the most powerful family in this country and is worshiped by all people. Don't judge him by your growth experience in the greenhouse of the Holy See. Look at our jungle, Father."

Ian gaped.

The Duke got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked to the French windows next to the piano, looking out at the oil-painted lawn and the bay.

"When I came to this planet, I was only 17 years old. Father, I was not even an adult. At that time, the Parthenon Manor was just a half-abandoned haunted house, and besides my loyal butler and guards, there was no one left. No one else."

The man looked back sideways, and under the intertwined light and shadow, the figure was stalwart, with broad shoulders and ape arms, and a handsome and distinct face.The powerful and fragrant pheromone of the mature Alpha has been continuously attacking Ian from the very beginning.

The young priest sat upright like a clock, but his face was slightly pale and stiff.

"Everything you see now has been built by me over the past few decades, Father Mitchell. I have repaired the broken brick walls with the workers, and cut down dead trees with the gardeners, cleared weeds, and planted Go to that piece of Poinciana. It is I who made the economy of Fryer Star flourish again, so that the poor here can at least have enough to eat. If you go to the city, you will know that Fryer under my rule is worthy Because of the title of 'Huadu'!"

Ian was silent.

"This is my home, Father." The Duke of Oran turned around and walked towards the priest in white, his voice became low and thick, "There is no one who does not love his home and his family. I will not let me down. I care everything of."

Ian leaned back, nervously watching the Duke who was getting closer.The man's blue eyes fixed on the curly black-haired priest, and he slowly bent over and approached him.

"I hope you understand me, Father. I may not be as devout as you expect, but I have a sincere, burning heart."

"Holy...Holy Lord knows everything, Lord Duke." Ian leaned against the back of the sofa, trying to distance himself from the Duke, regretting not getting up earlier, "He will give strength to all love and protection. You must Say his holy name often, pray often..."

"I want to repent, Father!" The Duke suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Ian, scaring Ian so much that he almost jumped up from the sofa.

"I want to repent for my absurd life in the past." The Duke grabbed Ian's hand wearing the ring, and his burly body blocked him on the sofa. Spiritual practice. Now I hate my body, but I can't extricate myself. Father, what should I do to get rid of this sin? Please use your holy light to shine on me..."

The man who had sworn sovereignty with a domineering face before turned into a humble and pious believer begging for salvation. This change was so great that Ian wondered if there was another personality hidden in the duke.

Before he could figure it out, the duke lowered his head, not to kiss the ring inlaid with golden beeswax on Ian's hand, but to kiss the back of the young man's white and clean hand!

Yi'an's pupils shrank suddenly, and his other hand clenched into a fist in his sleeve, and his black glass-like eyes shot out a sense of determination.

"Sorry." Leon's voice sounded abruptly, stopping him from making any further movements when the Duke's lips were about to touch the back of the priest's hand a centimeter away.

"Excuse me." Leon stood expressionlessly at the side door of the study, "The Duchess needs you to go there, Father."

Ian took a deep breath, withdrew his hand forcefully, and got out from the gap between the Duke and the sofa.

The Duke got up, with an undisguised look of disappointment, having fun with the memories just now.

Where is there any pious confession?

Just now, it was just a vagabond trying to seduce the Omega he liked under the guise of worship.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!

Ian thought through gritted teeth, and attributed all Leon's lack of upbringing and bad temper to the Duke of Oran, his irresponsible father.

With such a father, can he not worry about Leon's education?In such a family, the child does not have a reliable male elder as a reference model.Even if he is the eldest son of a concubine, he shouldn't be in the fate of being abandoned from the beginning.

In the passionate heart of the young priest, every child is a new hope bestowed by the gods on this race.Children are the most precious resource and the true salvation of mankind.

The Duke of Oran may be a good lord, but he is not really a good father.

After leaving the study in a hurry, Ian realized that the back of the shirt under the robe was soaked in his own cold sweat.

"Where is the Duchess?" Ian asked.

"She went back to her room to rest." Leon looked at him indifferently, "I just saved you from the claws of that old pervert. He always does this. After kissing the back of your hand, the next thing is to I stripped your clothes. Or, you actually expected it in your heart-then I am sorry to disturb you. You still have time to go back now."

"Don't imitate your father's tone." Ian couldn't help laughing, "Also, I'm a preceptor!"

He showed the boy a plain silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

This is a commandment ring, and the inner seal is engraved with the monk's oath to God, and only the monk himself knows the content.Before taking it off, monks will never have close physical contact with anyone.

And what Ian didn't tell Leon was that the internal structure of this humble ring is actually quite sophisticated and complex, which can detect heart rhythm and pheromone concentration.When the master is found to be in heat, it will automatically release an inhibitor that can be absorbed through the skin to help the master control his physiological reactions.

Therefore, even if Leon did not show up, Ian was confident that he would not be teased by the Duke.

"A broken ring can't stop my father." Leon sneered, "You'd better be more careful in the future. My father is a veteran at picking people's clothes for many years. Those people often don't recover. He's already stripped naked."

"Thank you for your reminder." Ian resisted the twitching of the corners of his mouth and maintained an elegant and decent posture, "And thank you for helping me."

"You rescued me once, and I rescued you once. I don't want to owe anyone any favors." Leon shrugged indifferently, turned and left.

"Wait." Ian called him, "Your injuries need to be treated. You should use the treatment cabin."

"It's just a small flesh wound." Leon didn't take it seriously, "The treatment cabin is for cowards and squeamish. A strong Alpha doesn't need it at all!"

"This is your father's words again?" Ian followed closely behind Leon, his robe made a loud rustling sound due to the rapid swing, "But there is no law or doctrine that says that people don't need to be treated when they are injured. Every citizen have the right to medical treatment."

"Really?" Leon glanced back, "I didn't see civilians outside using the treatment cabin."

"The treatment cabin is expensive. Civilians have medical treatments suitable for them." Ian said, "I remember you made an appointment with Kent for a free-handed rock climbing competition tomorrow. I heard you made a bet the day before yesterday."

"so what?"

"If you are confident that you can win against him even though your left shoulder is injured, then just pretend that I didn't say anything." Ian said, "But if you lose, you have to put on your dog with him." The jacket of the same style. Or, your heart is actually looking forward to it—then just treat me as my own business."

Ian replied back to Leon's words just now.

Leon stopped abruptly, turned his head, and stared at Ian fiercely.

The young priest smiled triumphantly at the child.He knows he has won.

***

Although the doctrine advocates that the clergy should abide by poverty, the benefits belonging to the clergy are quite good.In particular, their health has received the most attention from the Holy See.

Ian's dormitory didn't even have high-end household appliances, only a housekeeper and a cook, but he was equipped with a latest treatment cabin.

"Go take a shower first." Ian handed a bathrobe to Leon, "Use my dressing room. Don't worry, I'm not interested in playing any shameful games with anyone."

The blond boy curled his lips: "I won't say the same thing a second time. You think too much, Father."

"That's good." Ian said while studying the instruction manual of the treatment cabin.It was a new machine, and he had never used it himself.

Leon took a quick shower in the austere locker room of the church dormitory and picked up his bathrobe.Just as he was about to wrap it up, he paused for a moment, brought the bathrobe to his nose, and sniffed it.

It was a new bathrobe, and there was only a faint smell of machine oil from the assembly line and the monotonous smell of chemical fragrances.

It doesn't have the faint grassy smell of the priest.And the priest is also very different from other Omega, his breath is very weak.Covertly like a snake hiding its head and showing its tail.

The Alpha's instinct in Leon's body has not yet awakened, and he still can't understand the feeling of his cousins ​​who feel out of their minds when they smell Omega's breath.He is just curious.It's just a pleasant aroma, just like perfume, how could it cause such a big reaction...

"Is everything okay?" Ian knocked on the door.

"Don't come in!" Leon wrapped himself up in a hurry, his cheeks flushed, as if his actions just now were seen by people outside the door.

"I'll go to the church." Ian said with a smile, "You can use the treatment cabin yourself. It has an AI system and is very smart."

"Of course!" Leon said, "I'm not so stupid that I can't even use a treatment cabin!"

Ian left in peace.A couple came to the church and wanted to discuss with Ian about marrying them.This is the first wedding that Ian will officiate after coming to Fryer. He attaches great importance to it and discussed with the couple for a long time about the smoothness of the ceremony.

After sending the couple away, Yi An realized that it was getting late.

"Leon?" Ian walked back to the dormitory, "Are you still there?"

No one was in the house.The kid went back by himself?

The butler should be helping the cook cook in the kitchen. The strong aroma of bone cream soup is blowing in with the evening wind, luring the appetite out of the hole.

Ian pushed open the kitchen door: "Mrs. Cameron, have you seen Master Leon...?"

Charlie, the cook, smiled and winked outside the kitchen.The movement outside also reached Ian's ears at this time.

"That's it, good boy!" Mrs. Cameron, the housekeeper, laughed with joy and kindness.

Ian pushed the door out.

The warm orange light of the setting sun sprinkled the bay and the land, the clouds were burning in the sky, and the sea breeze blended the cool water vapor with the heat waves with a strong fragrance of flowers.

In the small clearing in the backyard, a blond boy was chopping wood with an axe.

This kind of behavior, which has almost disappeared in the highly technologically advanced human society, was done by this boy quite skillfully.He was skilled in using that axe, his skills were sharp and decisive, and his accuracy was quite high.

Although still young, the Alpha gender endowed Leon with physical strength beyond ordinary people.Even the firewood that the cook would have to work hard to split, he chopped it into several pieces with a few strokes.

"Put it down quickly, don't worry about getting hurt." Ian hurriedly stopped.He is against underage children touching any sharp objects.

"What a fuss you made," Leon muttered, throwing the ax away. "What age is this? You still cook with firewood? Do you still light oil lamps at night, Father?"

"Of course not." Ian said, "The kitchen utensils are not much different from those in the Parthenon Manor. We just use firewood to bake some bread. This is just a formality, which means that we have never forgotten the hard life of the ancients. "

"Besides, the stick bread baked with firewood is very delicious." Mrs. Cameron smiled and walked into the kitchen with a bundle of firewood.

Ian stared at Leon in the sunlight, showing a gratified smile.

The effect of the treatment cabin is obviously quite good. All the old and new scars on the boy's body have been erased, and all the bruises and redness have been eliminated.Knowing this child for so long, this is the first time Ian has seen his face clearly.

Leonard Coleman is a rare handsome boy.The shape of the no longer bruised eyes is very beautiful, the eyelashes are thick and long like wings, his skin is as white as milk, and his lips are ruddy.Although the cheeks are a bit too thin, it can be seen that he must have a handsome and clear outline when he is an adult.

Compared to the rugged Duke of Oran, Leon's handsomeness is more refined, as if he had been kissed by a god before he was born.

"Your biological father must be a great beauty who has been blessed by the Holy Lord!" Ian exclaimed sincerely.

Leon smiled sarcastically: "Not necessarily, Father. To meet an Alpha like my father, my father is unlucky enough. Being cursed by the Holy Lord is almost the same."

"The Holy Lord never casts curses on the world." Ian said, "Come on, is it okay to let you have dinner with me?"

Leon shrugged: "Let me talk to Martha. Father and the Duchess won't care."

"By the way, Martha is..."

"He was recruited when my father was the owner of the Parthenon Manor. My father likes to cook by himself and has a good relationship with her. The Duchess replaced most of the servants, but because she liked her cooking skills, she kept her down."

"She loves you very much." Ian said, "May the Lord bless her."

This time, Leon didn't make any sarcasm.