La lowered his head, and there was an unimaginable coldness in his eyes.
La reached out and took the potion that had been placed aside, and easily opened the bottle seal with a light flick of his finger. The cork, which was made of metal or some other material, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then landed in front of Mozo's sight and rolled down the stairs.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Mozo always feels that the cork seems to be telling him that you will be like this too in a while!
After swallowing, Mozo prayed in his heart that it would be him who would roll down like this, rather than some spare parts.
And La's other hand gently stroked Mozo's cheek. When La's fingers touched Mozo, the latter couldn't help but shiver.
This made La's eyes even colder, and at the same time made the corners of his mouth slightly rise.
Ra seemed to have awakened something extraordinary.
The gentle caress at the beginning gradually turned into strength, but it was not too excessive, at least it would not turn Mozo's head into a mess.
Feeling the gradually increasing force on his cheek, Mozo became more and more uneasy. He was worried that he might accidentally crush his head.
A Sequence One physique can definitely do this easily.
"You, you're using a little too much force."
"Ah? Really?"
"Yeah, yeah. It hurts a little."
Mozo, resting his head on La's thigh, trembled and reflected his feelings.
Then he pinched his mouth and stuffed the potion directly into his mouth:
"It's right that it hurts! It's a rare opportunity for me to serve you. How can I make a better impression on you if it doesn't hurt?"
Mozo, whose mouth was forcefully pinched, naturally couldn't say anything more, not to mention that a potion was stuffed into his mouth.
Potions have all sorts of strange flavors, but most of them don't taste very good. No one would change the potion formula just for the sake of taste. That's too stupid, and such people deserve to be laughed at after they die.
But Mozo's potion tastes pretty good from the beginning to now. If it weren't too expensive and you couldn't drink too much.
Mozo would definitely drink it as a beverage.
But now, facing the sweet taste in his mouth, Mozo didn't dare to swallow it at all. He didn't even dare to move.
I was afraid that I would absorb a little more in advance. Although it was just a sequence 7 potion that could be tried without the promotion ceremony.
But Mozo still didn't dare to try it in advance, because if he failed here, he didn't know when he could escape from La's hands.
Fortunately, after La stuffed the potion into his mouth.
He also started singing, and the song he sang made Mozo even more frightened.
Because what La sang was not the "Ode to Light" that Mozo had been listening to recently, nor any other elven ballads, but the "Elven Elegy" which was used to mourn the departure of the sun... .
Listening to the sad music echoing in his ears, sweat was pouring down Mozo's forehead as if someone had tied a water pipe to it.
Even La's skirt was wet with Mozo's sweat.
In response, La pretended not to notice and continued to pinch Mozo's mouth and slowly pour medicine into it.
Of course, "Elf Elegy" did not stop at all.
It has to be said that as the manager of the elves and the acting sun, Ra is extremely outstanding in all aspects, including her voice!
Therefore, even the elegy mourning the death of the king can make people intoxicated.
But for Mozo, this is not enjoyment but torture.
After all, he is the unfortunate king being mourned by the elegy.
Soon, the potion was finished, but La did not stop singing, and Mozo was still pinched on the mouth and pressed on La's thigh.
At this moment, Mozo really wanted to cry.
This had obviously been his favorite enjoyment before, but now he just wanted to escape quickly.
Because he had no idea what La would do afterwards.
The "Elf Elegy" sung by Yura herself continued, and Mozo could only continue this tormenting moment of walking on thin ice.
Finally, La's song came to an end, and Mozo's heart, which had relaxed a little, began to hang in the air.
Mozo knew. Something big was coming!
La took the bottle out of Mozo's mouth, put it in front of his eyes, took a look at it, and then put it aside.
Then he looked down at Mozo, whose mouth was still being pinched by him, and said:
"Oh my. Why are you sweating so much? Is there something wrong with the potion? That would be a big problem!"
As he said that, he used his free hand to pry open Mozo's eyelids and kept looking at Mozo's eyeballs to determine whether Mozo's potion was unbalanced.
After turning Mozo's head around like a cat or a dog, La finally stopped his movements and stopped pressing Mozo's head hard as if to crush it.
But one of La's hands was placed in a more dangerous place—Mozo's neck!
Transcendents are superior to mortals, but most of the mid- and low-sequence Transcendents are still similar to mortals. So the fatal points are the same.
At least if Mozo's neck was broken, he would definitely not survive.
Although Mozo felt that La would not really sprain his neck, what if
As a result, more sweat flowed down Mozo's forehead.
In response to this, La, an elf who is known for his love of cleanliness to the point of being a germaphobe, remained unmoved and let the water continue to flow.
At the same time, after a brief hesitation, the other hand was placed on Mozo's hair and slowly combed it.
However, the force of combing is sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
"It looks like you were successfully promoted. That's great."
"Thanks to you."
"You are such a joker. I am just a conceited elf. What blessing can I give you?"
Mozo didn't dare to speak. He could only continue to lean his head on La's thighs, walking on thin ice.
La sneered and said:
"You seem to have had a lot of fun these past few years."
After hesitating for a few times, Mozo finally didn't dare to open his mouth to talk about this topic.
La did not even think of letting Mozo speak and continued:
"There's the old wolf lord and the young wolf lord. Oh, yes, there's also the purple mask from the Wuxiang Courtyard who is said to be the most annoying."
Mozo felt like he was sweating so much that he was dehydrated.
"By the way, your friend is still in Rivendell. I asked Eldaran to take care of the human girl named Audrey. Don't worry, the elves will not be short of food and shelter for a slave."
Because this matter concerns Audrey, Mozo finally spoke carefully:
"Well, thank you so much for your care!"
"How can I not take care of her? The two sacred trees are protecting that human girl."
"Haha, really? That's really lucky for Audrey."
"Isn't it? After all, you have such a good relationship with her."
The hand combing Mozo's hair exerted so much force at this moment that Mozo even doubted whether his scalp was gone.
"I heard you have a Blood Pact Knight out there? What's his name?"
"Vierdani, her name is Vierdani! She is the descendant of my former guardian knight."
"Oh, it's been passed down from generation to generation? What a wonderful story!"
"There is also a girl from the Angel Family who seems to be your knight? Catherine from the Rose Family?"
"No, no, it's not Miss Catherine. I'm not familiar with Miss Catherine. The one with me is Miss Jasmine. Miss Jasmine is responsible for protecting my safety under the order of Her Majesty the Queen."
"Oh, I see! You are so lucky! All three girls are famous beauties."
As he spoke, portraits of three girls flew out in front of La. They must have been copied by someone using extraordinary power, so they looked indistinguishable from real people.
"Oh, she's considered a pretty lady among us elves."
"Hahaha, they and I are just friends. It doesn't matter whether they are pretty or not."
"Isn't it a master-servant relationship where you can do whatever you want?"
"This is because I have no choice! You have to believe that I don't have any evil thoughts at all!"
"The respected Mr. Purple Mask is actually a great saint!"
Seeing that La still called himself Purple Mask, Mozo swallowed his saliva and said:
"Well, pull it, it's necessary."
"What did you call me? Are you a human like me who can call out my name? Do you think you are my Majesty? Asshole!"
It seems that La is not going to admit that he is Thranduil, or it seems that La is very angry now!
Mozo couldn't help swallowing more saliva.
He felt that today was probably the biggest challenge he had ever faced in his life.
And he had absolutely no way to escape!
"You are now the Duke of the North. According to the ancient laws of mankind, you can have five guardian knights recognized by the secular world, right?"
"Well, have you found the remaining three or two beautiful knights?"
"Ah, doesn't that woman named Isabelle have three clones? Why don't you use these three as your new guardian knights? They are beautiful and powerful enough!"
When she said this, La's face was completely forced to smile, and at the same time, her hands did not make any unnecessary movements and directly pressed down on Mozo's head.
It seems like the mozzarella sauce may appear at any time.
Hearing La talking about Her Majesty the Queen, Mozo said in a somewhat strange tone:
"No, that, how can Her Majesty Isabelle become my knight?"
As the shadow sun that supports the sun, Ra is extremely familiar with Mozo.
Therefore, La immediately noticed a problem from Mozo's tone. Isabelle seemed to be in unrequited love? !
"Given your contributions to Queen Loran, this shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"Huh? Do you really understand what being a vassal means?"
Mozo was completely confused. No matter how great his achievements as a vassal were, it was impossible for Her Majesty the Queen to condescend to her like this!
But Mozo's doubts also made La confirm his guess.
La's eyes softened instantly.
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Isabel is in unrequited love!
After realizing this, not only did La's eyes soften instantly, but even his hands on Mozo's head loosened.
And La took out a handkerchief from behind and began to wipe the sweat off Mozo's forehead. At the same time, his other free hand slowly and gently combed Mozo's hair which he had just messed up.
This sudden change left Mozo a little confused, as he thought it was just the calm before the storm.
As a result, he sweated even more, and this time he was really about to become dehydrated, because the skin on his lips had turned visibly pale.
This made La, who provided Mozo with a knee pillow, chuckle:
"Don't be so scared. How could I really do anything to you? My sun."
But Mozo didn't believe it and didn't dare to speak. He could only lean his head stiffly on La's thigh.
La did not explain too much, but continued to take care of Mozo's appearance. Compared with the previous ones, this time his movements were much lighter and gentler.
As time went by, Mozo gradually relaxed his body. It seemed that La was really not angry anymore?!
After Mozo swallowed his saliva again, he moved his neck slightly to turn his face away. La also stopped his movements temporarily and waited until Mozo and La met each other's eyes.
Lacai smiled gently and continued to take care of Mozo's appearance.
This reaction made Mozo feel relieved, although he didn't quite understand why.
But it’s great that La is not angry anymore!