"Miss Si Tu seems to value your deacon very much."
Sure enough, he came for Sasim.
"Of course, he's mine."
Si Tu replied flatly, but his tone was very firm.
"But what if one day he does something that will overturn the whole world?"
Temple twisted the petals with his fingertips, and the pink juice stained his fingertips red.
"What do you want to say?"
Si Tumei narrowed her eyes, and her whole body tensed up, like a small animal defending.
"Relax, Miss Situ."
Temple chuckled softly.
"As the master of Samuel, perhaps you should be entitled to know what will happen in the future."
[Is he also born again?]
[Probably not, the headquarters did not mention it]
The system was dumbfounded by the question.
"I have served the God of Light all my life. Just a month ago, the God of Light gave me guidance. It said that Sassim would bring disaster to the Ogris Continent."
With a long sigh, Temple's exquisite eyebrows were frowned, as if he was struggling with something.
"So, what does His Highness Temple plan to do?"
Si Tu raised her rosy red lips and looked directly at him with her eyes.
"Naturally..."
Seeing his hesitant expression, Si Tu added for him,
"Send him to see the God of Light."
It seems that the hero of this plane is really lucky, able to foresee the future, and killed Sasim in the early stages of growth.
Temple seemed quite shocked by her words, waved his hands and said,
"If Miss Si Tu thinks this matter is too absurd, there are other ways."
He is the most loyal believer of the God of Light, and he does not want to be stained with blood.
"What else can I do?"
Si Tu raised his eyes, his expression indifferent.
She really wanted to know, besides killing Samuel, was there any other way to prevent the world from collapsing six months later.
"If he regards you as his master and obeys your orders, then everything will be easier."
This is the best way he can think of.
"But you have to know that the future big devil will not recognize anyone as the master."
Even if this person is her, Si Tu is not sure that he can make him obedient.
[That's why the host needs to be greatly domesticated]
I don't even understand the joy of training, hey, it's so difficult to make a system.
[Why don't you try to be killed twice by him?]
Sensing the coldness in Situ's tone, the humble system immediately chose to flee.
"Then Miss Situ's choice?"
Temple's green eyes were fixed on her, not wanting to miss any of her expressions.
"I believe His Highness has given me a choice."
Si Tu's eyes fell on the exquisite dagger hidden in his dress pocket.
She was tired of trying again and again.
It's not good to be straightforward.
Temple, who was poked at the center, was a little embarrassed, and used praise to cover up his embarrassment.
"I believe that under your leadership, the Magritte family will surely regain its century-old glory."
[He talks a lot of nonsense]
Situ felt tired.
[The host is used to it. In comparison, the villain is much better.]
The star-eyed system draws a red line for the host and the villain every day.
For the performance at the end of the year, work hard.
Handing over the dagger engraved with cumbersome and strange patterns to Situ, Temple looked solemn,
"If you make the final decision, please deliver this dagger to his chest on the night of the full moon."
Si Tu raised his head and looked at the hanging moon.
There is still half a month.
The cold touch made her feel a little uncomfortable, and the ruby inlaid on the dagger glowed red under the refraction of the moonlight.
"I see."
After putting away the dagger, Si Tu didn't intend to give him a definite answer.
Naturally, Temple would not press every step of the way, after all, this would lose the cultivation of a gentleman.
Bowing down to salute her, Temple showed a charming profile.
But it was this angle that made Si Tu slightly startled.
For a moment she thought she had seen Thasim.
[Why doesn't the hero do it himself?]
The system gets angry when it sees him.
[Of course I don’t want to be stained with the blood of the devil]
As the spokesperson of the God of Light, he is not allowed to be disqualified in the slightest.
[By the way, how much do you know about the villain's life experience?]
She had asked someone to check Sasim's background before, but it was all erased artificially.
So Si Tu reckoned that his identity should not be simple.
[I don't know much, the headquarters didn't say]
The system speaks the truth.
Situ: ...
What's the use of keeping this system!
Back in the noisy main hall, Situ immediately saw Sasim who was still standing there.
He didn't seem to have moved at all.
"There is a place to rest and delicious pastries over there, why don't you go there?"
Stuck here in a daze, like a silent sculpture, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
Seeing her beautiful figure, Sa Sim felt the blood in his veins flow again.
Perhaps only the God of Light knows how much effort he has spent to hold back the dark and bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart.
Splendid halls, exquisite dresses, everything in the upper class has always been incompatible with him.
He only felt the noise, the irritability accumulated in his chest, and the murderous intent.
But when he saw Si Tu's figure, his gloomy mood disappeared.
Rediscovering her voice, Sam respectfully handed her new champagne,
"I'm afraid you won't find me after I leave."
After receiving the new glass of champagne, Si Tu didn't care about where the glass she drank just now went.
"Well, I'm not a kid anymore."
Si Tu's red lips were pursed, his violet eyes were sparkling and moist, and his tone was somewhat coquettish.
But all Sam's attention was on the red lips, and his Adam's apple was rolling.
He drank that glass of champagne, on which there was a taste that belonged exclusively to her.
Very sweet, sweet to the heart.
But Situ, who was so focused on the dagger, didn't notice the undisguised desire in Sasim's eyes at all.
"Okay, if you're not hungry, let's go back."
It is estimated that Alice will have a good meal crying in front of Bourne.
"I listen to you."
Sasim stretched out his arm gentlemanly, beckoning her to put it on.
Facing Agatha's ambiguous gaze, Si Tu said hello and left the banquet.
The moon is hidden in the dark clouds, and the night is dark.
The groom's vision was blocked, and even the carriage was a little bumpy.
"careful!"
Sasim quickly embraced Si Tu in his arms, but his back slammed into the car wall hard.
The arms were warm and soft, with the seductive aroma of red roses, which made him not let go immediately.
Si Tu, who was resting with his eyes closed, fell into a firm and fiery embrace before he could react.
She could even feel his beating heart in his chest.
Steady and powerful, that is a symbol of life.
Is she really going to end his life
Hearing his muffled hum, Si Tu quickly recovered, and said anxiously,
"Are you OK?"
The carriage was originally made of the strongest wood, and if a person was hit hard, he would definitely be injured.
Sasim shook his head, but he happened to see the dagger hidden behind Situ with his lowered eyes.
Strange, how could such a sharp weapon appear on her body
Doubts filled his heart, and Sasim inexplicably loathed this delicate-looking dagger.
Especially the ruby with a strange luster.
(end of this chapter)