The person standing in front of Bai Duan has an extremely handsome and exquisite appearance, a beauty Bai Duan has never seen before—of course, outstanding appearance is not a good thing for the residents of Heijie, people like Bai Duan are not bad. People in this world always use various methods to cover up their appearance and make themselves more ordinary.
In addition to the eye-catching appearance, another feature of that man is his golden hair that is as bright as the sun. When he stood there quietly, it seemed that even the dark and dull sky in Heijie began to clear up—this is indeed a blessing Blessed Son.
The Holy Son's eyes were extremely calm, and he looked at Bai Duan without any extra emotion, but Bai Duan couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. He felt a chill on his back, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
— There is no other reason, but because Bai Duan recognized that the Holy Son in front of him was the enemy who had been "unwilling to save him" and cast a spell on him.
—Even though Bai Duan didn't see the other person's face clearly at the time, the stalled heartbeat and the inexplicable joy An Xin firmly told him that he did not admit the wrong person.
So, the man was saved later? Then he ran back to the black street on a special trip, why
It couldn't be... who came to seek revenge on him, right
Bai Duan was extremely anxious, but no matter what the Holy Son wanted to do, he had no room to resist - after all, that group of heavily armed templars was not just an ornament just for looking good.
Bai Duan's body was tense, and he was bathed in the scrutiny of the Holy Son stiffly. After looking at him for a while, the Holy Son finally turned his head and said respectfully to the respectful official beside him: "Choose him!" gone."
The official responded quickly, and looked at Bai Duan with envy and hatred, not to mention the other people in the black street who were "robbed of their wealth" by Bai Duan and unfortunately failed in the election-no one could know what Bai Duan was thinking. How can there be chaos, wishing to find a crack in the ground immediately and escape without a trace.
Bai Duan also thought about how to leave the black street and live a better life, but he never planned to be a servant of the Holy See—and he was also the servant of a Holy Son who had "enemies" against him.
This is simply killing him!
At this moment, Bai Duan was finally convinced that the Holy Son was here to find fault with him and seek revenge. Although the method was a bit weird, maybe he was just bored and wanted to have some fun and put himself by his side
However, no matter how unwilling he was, Bai Duan could only pretend to be flattered and excited, stood up in panic after the Holy Son gave the order, and followed behind him step by step.
"What's your name?" Shengzi's tone was calm, and he looked at Bai Duan without the disdain and contempt that other people had when facing the residents of Heijie.
"Bai Duan, the villain...'s name is Bai Duan." Bai Duan's voice trembled slightly.
"Bai Duan..." Sheng Zi whispered the name softly, his ethereal and soft voice was as smooth as silk. When he uttered these two words earnestly, Bai Duan couldn't help but also felt a burst of blushing and a heartbeat. For the first time, he felt that his name was so charming and sweet-what a ghost, when did the curse come on? to subside? ! Bai Duan almost doesn't know her so full of love!
"Bai Duan." Sheng Zi chuckled, "This name sounds a bit weird, but it's very nice, and it suits you very well."
Bai Duan tried her best to restrain her restless emotions because of a compliment, ignored her flushed and hot cheeks, and bowed her head in fear and gratitude.
The Holy Son didn't seem to want to see his humble appearance, and frowned slightly: "My name is Samuel, you can call me by my name, not the Holy Son—"
"His Royal Highness!" Samuel was interrupted by the Templar before he finished speaking. He obviously couldn't understand and couldn't agree with Samuel's low value to a low-class person in the black street.
Samuel glanced at the templar lightly, showing a deterrent force without anger, and immediately made the knight hang his head, not daring to continue to "talk against his ears". But the eyes he looked at Bai Duan revealed warnings and admonitions, silently asking him to understand his identity.
When Bai Duan received the warning from the Templar Knights, he sneered in his heart—this is why he didn't like the Holy See and the Holy Church. These guys who regarded themselves as noble and holy couldn't even look down on ordinary nobles, let alone his background. The inferior people of the black street. Even if they protect the people of the entire continent from the invasion of monsters, such a high-ranking appearance is really not flattering at all.
However, no matter how repulsive and bored he was in his heart, Bai Duan didn't dare to show it at all—of course, he didn't want to accept the "tall" treatment of calling the Holy Son directly, which made Bai Duan feel as if he had stretched his head into the neck of the gallows.
Compared with the templar who expresses his contempt and disdain frankly, Samuel, who is a corporal, gentle and kind, is more afraid of Bai Duan. up.
Seeing Bai Duan's vigilance and uneasiness, Samuel sighed in his heart, and understood that he was a little impetuous. However, just now they went to die together sweetly, and in a blink of an eye, the lover turned away from him thousands of miles away, looking at him like a monster that would eat him in one bite, which really made Samuel very uncomfortable.
—Of course, in a sense, he did want to "eat him in one bite".
Silently suppressing his restless emotions, Samuel no longer entangled in the name and title: "I can't stay in Black Street for too long, and I will leave for the Holy See tomorrow morning. Do you have anything to pack?"
"... yes." Bai Duan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly - in fact, there is nothing important in his house, after all, there is no security at all in the residence in the dark street, all important and valuable things will be carried with you.
However, Bai Duan was not willing to accept his fate, and was taken to the Holy See without any resistance, and "packing up his things" was probably his last and only chance to escape.
Hearing Bai Duan's answer, Samuel nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll go with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the templar beside him couldn't help but frowned again, and stepped forward to warn him worriedly: "Your Highness, it is not suitable for you to go too deep into the Black Street, so let your subordinates take him with you."
The worries of the Templars are also very normal. After all, the black street has a long history of filth and chaos. Even if the officials spend a lot of money to clean it, they can only clean up a few main roads, but the depths of the black street are still full of dirt. Not suitable for outsiders to get involved.
Bai Duan naturally agreed with the templar's exhortation. He nodded repeatedly, and even said in trepidation that he could be alone, and he didn't need to trouble the "Masters of the Knights" to accompany him.
As long as Samuel doesn't go with him, most of the templars will naturally stay by his side to protect him, and Bai Duan's chances of successfully escaping are also much higher—these knights are obviously unwilling to let him be such a "despicable and dirty man" "Waiting for someone" to become the personal attendant of the Holy Son, it is estimated that he will not try his best to hunt him down. His escape may be in the hands of the other party.
Bai Duan's tone was sincere and serious, as if he was genuinely afraid of causing trouble to the other party. But Samuel glanced at him lightly, his clear blue eyes were peaceful and peaceful, but seemed to have insight into everything and easily saw through Bai Duan's original intention.
Bai Duan bathed in Samuel's clear gaze, and felt a guilty conscience of being seen through in his heart, and subconsciously drifted his gaze aside.
Samuel lightly said: "You don't have to worry about this. You will be my personal attendant and the person closest to me from now on. I should know more about you and see where you once lived."
Samuel's tone was gentle and caring, which made Bai Duan's heart beat a little faster - he couldn't figure out whether it was because the spell the other party had cast on him was still in effect, or because... he was scared.
Samuel's words are like the whispers of the devil, which makes people feel turbulent and involuntarily confused, but instinctively feel the cold "maliciousness" after the temptation.
The more considerate and caring the Holy Son was to him, the more Bai Duan felt chills. In his eyes, it was like "a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greetings". The more he gets now, the more he will give in the future.
However, despite Samuel's seeming gentleness and easygoing, once he stood his ground, no one could go against his wishes.
In the end, Bai Duan had no choice but to bring Samuel and more than a dozen templars to his dilapidated residence, and pretended to pack some items that he didn't care about or use at all, at least sorting out some decent luggage .
The templar knights were well trained to surround Bai Duan's residence, always on guard against suspicious people or things, while Samuel silently watched Bai Duan, who was busy, with restrained pity and distress in his eyes .
Bai Duan accidentally found the other party's gaze, and subconsciously shuddered, shaking off goosebumps all over the floor.
In the end, under the strict monitoring of Samuel and the Templars, Bai Duan still did not find a good chance to escape, so he had to pack his bags depressed and followed Samuel back to the official residence where they were temporarily staying.
This is the first time Bai Duan has stepped into such a resplendent residence, but he doesn't feel ashamed at all, which surprised Bai Duan himself, but he didn't think much about it. However, although Bai Duan did not feel inferior to others, others felt that his shabby appearance was really out of tune with the surrounding environment. Due to the limited conditions, it is still very unsatisfactory in the eyes of these nobles.
Hearing the official's suggestion to ask the maid to take a white satin to clean and change clothes, Samuel thought for a moment, nodded slightly, but rejected the maid's participation: "It just so happens that I also need to take a bath. Fan, let him come with me."
The people around looked as if they had seen a ghost in disbelief. It was obvious that they could not imagine the scene of the holy son taking a bath with the filthy inferiors—of course, they definitely didn't want to be wrong.
"He—Servant Bai has never been trained, it's probably very difficult to complete this task..." The official's expression was slightly distorted, trying to persuade Samuel to dispel this absurd idea.
However, Samuel was still stubborn: "It's because he doesn't know anything, so he needs to learn as soon as possible." "Since it is my personal attendant, it is more in line with my heart to teach him personally."
After all, without giving anyone a chance to persuade, Samuel walked directly to his room with the white satin.
The officials and the templars looked at each other, but there was really nothing they could do about the holy son who had been so tough and arbitrary since he returned to the Holy See, so he had to follow his will and began to get busy with his duties.
Soon, the originally spotless bathroom was cleaned again, and the huge bath was filled with clear water at a suitable temperature, and the white mist was transpiring, making Samuel in it even more mysterious, noble and holy.
He stood by the pool, knelt on one knee, and stretched out his slender, white fingers to stir the pool water, as if he was testing the temperature of the water. Long blond hair lingers on the ground, the pure white robe looks like blooming white petals, the slightly drooping eyelashes are like butterfly wings, and the light pink lips are slightly raised, as if waiting to be picked.
—It's a pity that the only person who witnessed this beautiful scene didn't have the slightest interest in appreciating it.
Putting the silky and delicately patterned gown in his hand on the shelf beside him, Bai Duan pursed his lips, folded his hands on his chest, unconsciously made a vigilant and defensive gesture, and said in a cold tone, "What do you want? do what."
Samuel paused, looked sideways at his sweetheart whose body was covered with thorns, and sighed softly.