The Dog Rider is the Demon King

On the quiet and deserted path, Ron walked quickly with an umbrella under his umbrella. Brent, who was well protected under the umbrella, had a dignified face and hurried steps.The large and small puddles on the bluestone road were trampled by the hurried footsteps, causing large and small splashes. The hem of Brent's robe was wet. A huge rose flower slowly bloomed on the clothes, blurring the existing patterns on the clothes.

The sky was dim and gloomy, the new leaves of the birch trees were blown down by the raging wind, hit the tight umbrella surface, were blown off the umbrella surface by the rain, floated on the water surface, and were swayed from side to side by the raindrops.

Yuki followed behind with his head down, the shadow of the umbrella fell on his face, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.Although he was pale and thin, he actually walked like flying, and followed Ron without falling behind.

"Star should have arrived at the Wizards Guild by this time, right?" Brent stopped suddenly, and Ron stopped immediately, keeping Brent in the shadow of the umbrella.Although what Brent said was a question, his tone was very certain, without any hint of uncertainty.

"Your Highness, we..."

"Let's go, but I have another purpose." The expression on Brent's face was very solemn, like a steel plate without any gaps, "Yuki, go and help me dig out the bottom of the organ player , if he is not Aphrodite, then he is an enemy, don’t show mercy, and do it cleanly. If he is Aphrodite, then the old duke’s helper must be with Watson, that’s also Don't be shy, just torture that damned bishop, and he'll tell."

"Yes." Yuki turned and walked in another direction, and soon, his back disappeared into the rain.

"Brent, what do you think of the result of the divination just now?"

"Don't look." Brent gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

In that simple cabin just now, Gaddis said a word: "When the rain falls and the clouds fall, regret makes the sky shine. The night wind is still there, and I can't see my hometown."

Brent didn't know what these sixteen words meant...but he just felt inexplicably panicked and upset, and his intuition told him that this sentence had no good meaning, because he saw the heavy expression on Gaddis's face.

Looking back now, Brent still felt that his palms were a little wet, like rainwater falling on his hands, and the slippery feeling made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Brent didn't speak a word along the way, his head was lowered and his face was expressionless.It was not easy for Ron to touch this bad luck, so he had to look worriedly at Brent who was busy on his way.He has never seen Brent like this before. In his impression, Brent is very ostentatious at all times, commanding all the people around him confidently and calmly, and accomplishing all his planned goals in an orderly manner. You can also find time to play a prank to liven up the atmosphere.

Passing by an eaves around the corner, Ron took Brent into his arms and threw the umbrella aside.Standing under the eaves, he pressed Brent against the door, with the tip of his nose tightly pressed together, with his arms on the side of his head, and stared at him affectionately: "Look into my eyes, that's just a prophecy, We can change it, you don’t get too addicted to it, since you know that prophecy, the expression on your face is hideous, which makes me very worried about you.”

"Ron, I'm afraid. I've done so much, but it's still a bad ending. I don't know whether it's going to have a good ending, but my intervention has brought it all to ruin; Or is it already bad, and my existence doesn't affect it; or I made him worse. I don't know... I..." Brent's eyes avoided Ron, without struggling, and There is no panic, only the indifference of self-blame and indifference.

Ron reached out and pinched his cheek, forcing him to look at himself: "Brent, you are only 15 years old, no one forces you to do everything. You can make mistakes, everyone allows you to make mistakes. You are still young, let alone the king It's time to be young, and your Majesty will make mistakes now. You are a human being, not a saint, and you should make mistakes. It doesn't matter, what matters is that we still have time to correct it slowly. I know, you have your pride, you You are very strict with yourself and ask yourself not to make any mistakes. You always say that I am cruel to myself, how about you? I said that all your pranks can be used on me, and it is the same now. You don’t need to be strong in front of me. You are yourself."

"It's different. There can be no mistakes this time. I can't risk the lives of three thousand innocent people in West City. Three thousand, not one or two."

"Brent! Be sober! They won't do anything to these 3000 people, and it won't do them any good to startle them. Also, you're a prince, and the king won't let something happen to you. You said it, too. Our purpose is to make things big. How are you going to achieve your goal? Brent, don't make yourself so tired. Even if you think you may not be able to make the plan succeed, I will do my best to protect your life. I'm still useful to them."

"How could I let you..."

"I am willing." Ron smiled. "So for me, in order not to let me leave you, cheer up. Otherwise, I will leave you immediately, without any regrets."

Stretching out his arms to hug Ron's broad back tightly, Brent leaned his head on Ron's chest, feeling Ron's strong heartbeat through Ron's thin clothes, feeling inexplicably at ease.Ron hugged him too, stroking the back of Brent's head with his right hand.Brent's pale blond hair was so soft that Ron couldn't resist touching it twice.

Brent stretched out his hand, and the umbrella seemed to be pulled by something, and it slowly fell into his hand.

Shaking the water on the umbrella under the eaves, Brent leaned his chin on Ron's thick chest, and blinked playfully: "Mr. Knight, should we set off?"

"Little fool, that's right, I'll support you when the sky falls, you just need to use your brain peacefully." Ron kissed Brent's forehead, "I hope you'll be here in my heart." There will always be that little Brent in front of me, you can do whatever you want, you can put your shell on in front of me, or you can take it off and throw it aside, because I can see your sincerity and will not Throw it on the ground."

"Let's go."

"Listen to me, I know it's not so easy for you to change suddenly now, and I just hope you remember what you said, and what I said. There is an ice crystal in the basement of my house, and it is frozen in it. The first flower you gave me was the little golden perfume flower. But I picked out the worms in it, because you said that people have to distinguish between the important and the important, ruthless, not without emotion, but It is to keep the most important feelings in your heart. Especially if you are born in the royal family, you have to weigh it, not everything." Ron touched Brent's cheek pitifully, "It is urgent, not perfect."

Brent nodded heavily, and was hugged horizontally by Ron: "Your Highness's clothes are wet, it's really against the rules."

"Excuses." Brent pursed his lips, squinting at the reflective water stains on the stone pavement.

Ron hooked the corner of his mouth in a good mood: "I'm only going to be a little self-willed at this time, Your Highness, calm down."

"I wasn't angry at all." Brent muttered in a low voice, wrapping his arms tightly around Ron's neck, resting his head on his chest, and said in a normal voice, "Why don't you hurry up? It's all your waste of time. "

Suppressing a smile, Ron tightened his arms: "Hold it well, don't move around."

Brent was held in Ron's arms, holding an umbrella in his hand to block the rain above the two of them. With a sweet smile on his face, he stared at Ron's resolute face lines, and did not look away for a long time.

In front of the gate of the Wizards Guild, Ron put Brent down, took the umbrella from Brent's hand, dried his clothes with magic, helped him adjust the collar of his clothes, and smoothed the wrinkles on his body.

The Magician's Guild is not as magnificent as the West Cathedral before. It is all made of gray-black bricks and stones. There is a majestic hall in the middle, square and square, without any superfluous decorations.But if you look carefully, you can find countless patterns carved on every brick and stone in the hall, faintly glowing with a faint streamer.The lines on each brick are incantations carved by magicians, with various abilities.It can be said that the entire hall is a huge magic prop. When foreign enemies invade, the magic spells carved on the bricks and stones can be cast in the hall, even if the door is closed, you can sit back and relax.

Ron couldn't see the doorway of this hall, but Brent knew very well that the magician's guilds in various places had their own self-protection methods. This place was located on the border, so naturally the safer the better.

The main hall of the Magician's Guild is the place where magic apprentices and junior magicians study magic. Since most of them are young, they still live in their respective homes.Junior magicians and magic apprentices must study in the magician's union nearby, which is a rule.Of course, the office of the leadership team of the Magician's Union is also here, which is convenient for monitoring and educating these "future magicians" who have not yet matured.

Each of the four corners of the hall corresponds to a soaring magic tower, which is distinguished by the color of the top of the tower, light green, sky blue, orange red, and cooked brown, which are represented by the four elements—fengshui, fire, and earth. s color.These towers are not only the lodging places for intermediate magicians, but also the office and research places for senior magicians, and they are also guard towers to guard against possible crises.

A wide variety of magic elements can be traced back to their roots, and most of them can be related to the four elements, so generally only these four magic towers are used as guards.The magician union in Duomi City has more detailed requirements for magic towers. There are as many as sixteen towers, divided into different categories, and not all of them are located around the main hall, but scattered in different locations in the city. Are not the same.

While Brent was looking around at the surrounding buildings, Star came out of the main hall in a panic, saw the figures of Brent and Ron, and hurriedly quickened his pace again.

"It's not good, the offices inside are all empty, the president and other cadres are gone, I asked those magicians, they...they didn't show up this morning." The sweat on Star's forehead and The rain mixed together and flowed down his cheeks. Before he could catch his breath, he uttered an astonishing fact like a cannonball.

Brent froze for a moment, then turned around.

Ron didn't say anything, and immediately followed behind him, keeping the umbrella on top of Brent's head, shielding him from the rain above his head.

Now I don't know why it's replaced by Star.He hurriedly chased after him, and asked, "Where is this going?"

"Abbey." Brent quickened his pace, and said three words coldly.

The author has something to say:

Well, Ron is like an old general on the stage, with flags all over his body.Everyone can guess the future direction of the plot at will.

The next update frequency may be faster, and the two novels that are currently being prepared to be archived... emmmm... I admit that I am a bit overjoyed to start preparing for the archives before this book is halfway through, but this book will not be a trap... ...(I'm also an old general on stage...)

The ending will not be satisfactory, but it will definitely be the most suitable ending in my heart.

By the way, the next two books are being prepared, one is Tanmei, and the entertainment industry (by the way, my modern writing is really not good, so it is not long, so I just write casually, anyway, I don’t know these things , writing for fun); there is also a non-CP, ancient overhead fairy... emmmm, this one was written more than [-] chapters a year ago, but it hasn't been touched for a year...

The reason why I write it here is also to motivate myself... After all, the author delays the terminal cancer, and there is no way to save it.

I love you babes. (Honestly like a thing.jpg)