He took off his gloves and threw them aside.
Seeing Lucian finally struggling out of the water, he scooped up a...
Wet towel.
He pulled Lucian to the shore, and regardless of his struggles, he held the back of his head and wiped his face vigorously.
"Hmm!" Lucian frowned.
If he hadn't remembered that he was still a fool, he would have dragged Wade into the water right now to let him experience the feeling of drowning.
I really don't know what kind of irrational mentality Wade had to throw him into the bathtub.
Moreover, the clothes are also included.
The feeling of the robe sticking to your body is not pleasant, and...
He was pressed against the edge of the tub to wipe his face, and the marble on his body hurt.
If it wasn't for maintaining his retarded persona, Lucian would have complained a few words, or at least put himself in a more comfortable position.
On the surface, he still lowered his head and coughed up the water that had choked him, allowing Wade to wipe his bloody cheeks with a towel, and then to the bloody skin on his neck and collarbone. Wade's movements were delicate and forceful, not even leaving out the bloodstains on the corners - compared to the rude way he had just thrown Lucian into the bathtub, his movements now were so patient that they made people's backs chill.
He rubbed Lucian's face with the towel, as if it were something that belonged to him.
He seemed to want to clean him thoroughly.
Finally, he completed this great task. Lucian felt that the skin on his face was almost scratched by him. After being released, Lucian finally couldn't help but put his face into the water to relieve the burning pain. He didn't care what Wade was thinking. Anyway, this action can be explained by the instinct of the puppet, right
Wade lowered his eyes and stared at Lucian in the water, with an indescribable gloomy emotion in his eyes.
He looked at the succubus in the bathtub. Her white hair fluttered in the water, wet. There was blood on the succubus's nightgown, her dark eyes were also wine red, and her skin was pink due to the warm water... She was like a gorgeous water demon.
He seemed a little dissatisfied. Was this the body's instinctive reaction after being treated like this
The blood on his robe was very glaring to him, but now his face was no longer covered with other people's blood.
He recalled the scene he saw when he entered the room.
The white, dangling, swaying calves...
He felt a strong and strange emotion, not only the desire for exclusivity was burning, but also other emotions were at work. At that moment, he really wanted to push him into the water, watch him suffer, watch him struggle, and watch him...
What are you looking at him for
Just when Lucian caught a glimpse of Vader's intention to press his head into the water and watch him struggle, he saw Vader's shoulders shaking.
Vader looked very, very abnormal.
A stronger sense of danger than before surged up his spine and penetrated deep into his bones. Lucian was about to retreat when he smelled a strong fragrance.
The strong scent of Vader's blood that made him unable to control himself.
"Are you hungry?" he heard Wade's low voice.
A dizzying hunger gripped his throat, and Lucian felt a strong thirst for Vader's blood.
hunger.
It was hunger enough to make him tremble and lose control.
Lucian threw himself on the shore, eagerly burying his face in Wade's cut palm and drinking the blood.
He closed his eyes and felt the energy flowing into his body until he was patted on the cheek and the man pulled his head up.
Lucian instinctively felt aggrieved when he was forced to leave the blood. He was about to say something when he met Wade's eyes.
Staring into his bloodshot eyes.
He heard Vader's laughter.
It was hard to describe what kind of laughter that was. Vader did not use magic to heal the wound on his palm that was bleeding, but instead forced out more blood. The blood was flowing out, but his laughter was satisfied and crazy.
Then, he suddenly pulled Lucian out of the water, pressed him to the edge of the pool, and smeared the blood on his hands on Lucian's face.
—What are you doing! !
Lucian let out a silent scream from his throat. No one would want to have their face suddenly covered in blood.
But Vader wouldn't let him escape.
At first he used his palms to smear it, and then he used his fingers, like painting with blood, to smear the red on Lucian's face, neck... all the places where he had wiped off the blood of others.
Lucian's pale face was stained with blood again - just like when the man who attacked Lucian was killed by him and his blood splashed on Lucian's face. But now it was different, the red tears flowing from Lucian's eyes were not the blood of the dirty pig, but his own blood.
There was a hint of happiness in Wade's gloomy eyes.
Finally, after finishing the action that would have confused and panicked anyone, he pushed Lucian back into the water. Vader shook his hand, used magic to heal the wound, put on gloves, and stood up and left the bath.
Before leaving, he glanced at Lucian who was soaking in the warm water and staring at him blankly.
"Wash him clean." He pushed open the door of the bathhouse and instructed the palace servant beside the door.
The palace servants responded tremblingly.
Although Wade left, Lucian didn't feel relieved.
He put his hand to his cheek, his palm trembling. There was still his blood that Vader had smeared on it.
He couldn't control himself.
He is trembling.
A nightmare world, a blackened male protagonist, and 100% hatred
A battle-hardened... fast traveler
He misjudged Vader... His plan to escape from the tower was successful. He thought he could figure him out, but Vader was really...
An unreasonable lunatic!
madman!
Vader is a psychopath!
"System..." He rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, trying to erase all those traces, and said subconsciously.
There was a rare sense of weakness and panic in his voice: "System... System!!"
He could hear no response except the sound of the water.
The only thing he could hear was the rustling of palace servants coming in. They were holding washing utensils, and after seeing the white-haired beauty soaking in the pool with blood all over her face, a few timid palace servants almost dropped the things in their hands on the ground with trembling hands.
The person in the bath was a beauty they had never seen in the palace. The crimson magic pattern on his forehead was stunningly gorgeous, and even though his face had a familiar color, people dared not think about it for a moment. However, at this moment, what was more terrifying than his beauty was the liquid dripping from his eyes and chin...
Vader's blood.
The palace servants did not dare to say a word. They did not even dare to look at Lucian's face. They just lowered their heads as much as possible and washed Lucian in silence.
Lucian floated up and down with the warm waves, but he only felt his hands and feet were cold.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, determination grasping his heart like a vine.
—He must find a way to escape from here.
He thought.
He wanted to unlock the anklet that locked his magic power and escape from Vader's castle.
He needs to stay calm, plan carefully, and eventually find a chance to escape.
Lucian’s nails dug into his palms.
Now that he was out of the tower room, that was a good start.
Next, he had to find a way to find the blueprint of the anklet. He knew Vader's quirk, and Vader would not throw away the blueprint of anything he designed. As long as he knew the magic circuit of the anklet, he could unlock it, restore his magic power, and...
Get out of the castle! Get away from Vader, the Schrodinger bomb!
The blueprints would be in Wade's study? Yes, he remembered that Wade had this habit when he was young. He would put the blueprints of his inventions that needed to be kept secret in his study, tucked inside a book.
He will find it.
He dreamed that he had returned to the time when he had just traveled through time and space a year ago. Wade was still a boy, living in the slums outside the Cecil family.
What you think about during the day you dream about at night, Lucian thought.
After he settled down in this world, the first thing he did was to go to the slums to find Wade. In fact, this was their first meeting.
And now…
Lucian stayed in his nine-year-old body and looked into the distance—this was indeed the shabby house where Wade lived after Vivian's death.
He was sitting on a small chair and talking to the system. His face was pink and full of unhappiness.
He shook his body, as if thinking of something. The system beeped in his ear: "Number Five, I told you that this protagonist is difficult to capture..."
“It’s really hard to conquer him.” Lucian felt his mouth talking. “I’ve given him many chances. I lost my purse, and when he picked it up for me, he didn’t even look at it. I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me. This has happened more than ten times in total. He doesn’t help others, and I can’t give him a reason to repay me. My inexplicable concern only makes him wary... Tsk, he’s really hard to deal with... ”
"It's okay," the system comforted him, "Be patient, use your tenderness to influence him, and use your love to support him. A lonely child like this really needs love. You just need to hold him in your hands and burn incense devoutly..."
Lucian: "Be quiet, commit suicide of love, and then ask for support."
System: “Boo.”
Lucian was swinging his feet on the chair, and the guards of Cecil Manor stood aside, looking at their delicate little master. They saw the green-eyed little boy staring at the dilapidated house over there, wondering what he was thinking.
But very cute.
"Young Master, let's go." The butler pinched his nose and said, "Look how dirty it is here. You will get all dirty in a short while..."
He looked at little Lucian pouting and looking very unhappy, and couldn't help wanting to pick up this cute child and coax him. The guards nearby had already come over with toys, trying to cheer him up.
"Don't be sad, young master."
"What do you want to do, young master? Where do you want to go to play?"
At this moment, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his eyebrows curved and he became happy. The little boy jumped down from the seat. He was wearing shiny black leather shoes, suspenders, and stockings and shirts with white lace. From head to toe, he was as beautiful as the most exquisite doll.
The spotless doll walked to the front of the shabby house. The housekeeper, guards and others hurriedly followed, and then they saw little Lucian squatting down, tilting his head, looking at the extremely thin boy.
The dirty, alert boy whose eyes always reminded the butler of some kind of wild beast.
"You really won't go back with me?" Little Luxian blinked her beautiful eyes, her voice and smile were sweet, "Can we be friends? As soon as I saw you, I liked you very much..."
Another boy squatted on the ground like a wild animal, using a sharp stone to cut a branch. He didn't even look at the beautiful boy in front of him, who was full of fragrance and softness, and just said coldly: "Stay away from me."
Xiao Luxian pursed his lips, showing a look of disappointment, and even his moist green eyes looked aggrieved. He reached out and pulled the other's sleeve, and said softly, "You really don't want to be my friend?"
The beast-like boy looked at him coldly and turned his face away.
"You hurt me." said little Lucian.
The boy sneered.
He lowered his head and continued to cut branches with the stone flakes. It was as if this little boy who appeared inexplicably in his life and had a delicate aura all over his body was definitely not from the same world as him.
Then…
"That's nothing we can do." He heard the little boy say, standing up.
The boy seemed to have finally gotten rid of something that was bothering him and relaxed.
It was not until the next day that he heard the footsteps of many guards, the rumbling sounds, and the voice of the little boy from yesterday early in the morning.
"Tear down this broken house for me!" he heard the boy outside the door say arrogantly.
The house shook violently, and someone was smashing the house outside. The boy rushed out of the room with red eyes, like an enraged beast after seeing those tall people.
The center of the group was little Lucian, wearing a hat with feathers.
The little boy who was squatting on the ground and talking to him softly yesterday glanced at him today and still smiled sweetly at him.
"You're here!" he said happily, "That's good!"
"What are you doing!" the boy roared.