01.
When Hill arrived in Famagusta, it had been raining for several days. It was gloomy and wet outside these few days, and it felt as if the whole world was soaked in rain. Hill got off the carriage and looked at the rainy sky, feeling an urge to sleep.
The Dark Vatican put on a very formal posture to welcome the Lord Demon King, and Hill was greeted in a dignified manner.
Monroe knelt down on one knee and kissed the back of his hand in the rain, and the five ambassadors of the dark church behind him also bowed their heads in salute. Bleak wind and bitter rain, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
Hill looked at Monroe in the rain, grabbed his wrist with his backhand, pulled him up directly, squeezed his chin, and kissed him.
In front of everyone.
Monroe's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
As for the consequences of this, Hill has little interest, anyway, he just did it.
The corners of Hill's lips raised, "Concentrate." He whispered. Monroe's other hand held the Pope's scepter, and he covered the back of his hand with his fingers, holding it very hard, feeling a little bruised. The rain was hitting the back of their overlapping hands, and this picture seemed Seductive and tense.
Wu's rising fiery aura is accompanied by turbulent fluctuations of magic power. The aftermath of the collision of such high-level demons makes people around them unable to open their eyes.
Of course they didn't dare to look up.
After the kiss, Hill let go of Monroe, and Monroe took a beat to let go of Hill.
Then Hill smiled at him: "I am very satisfied with this welcome ceremony."
"It is our great honor to satisfy you," Monroe said.
"Well, shouldn't it be time to say welcome to guide the work?" Hill teased, and then walked into the hall, "Okay, the process is almost done."
After entering the other hall, Hill nestled directly into the sofa over there. He didn't use magic to block the rain when he walked through the church, and deliberately let himself get wet. He put his feet on the table, looking He didn't have the slightest thought of packing his coat. He himself was observing his fingers, without raising his head, he said, "Long time no see, Monroe."
"It's been a while, Hill." Monroe closed the door and said with his back to Hill.
Hill looked left and right, took a rose from the vase over there and threw it at Monroe's back, "I think the beginning of our conversation is a little bit sad."
"Yeah?"
Rose flew halfway and turned into a dart. Monroe turned around and stretched out his fingers to catch the dart.
"Yes." Hill watched as Monroe's fingers touched the dart, and the dart turned into a rose again, and the petals scattered freely, bringing the cool rose fragrance to the face. "It was a couple," Hill said, "but we kept saying 'long time no see.'"
"Actually, although it was said to be 'long time no see', we actually met last month. Compared with other couples who are separated from each other, it is good enough." Monroe spread five fingers and gathered the scattered petals together with magic power. Those petals Surrounded by light blue light, it has returned to the original form of the rose.
"Ah, the time is limited." Hill looked at the roses and said, "Also, in this era, for some lovers, it is often a turn around and a farewell."
"That's right." Monroe went to the vase and reinserted the resurrected rose, "You seem to always talk about 'this era'."
"Well, because my mouth is relatively long and has a lot of protruding lengths, so I have to hang something, and it looks very tall on my mouth when I hang it." Hill said.
Monroe: "...I said you, at least pay attention to your image."
"I thought I said something very humorous." Hill resentfully said, "Besides, we are lovers after all, so I think you should forgive my nasty side. Can't we be honest with each other?"
“…your words are always so inventive,” Monroe said.
Hill was overjoyed and was deeply entertained by Monroe.
After the entertainment, Hill got up and walked to the closet with his back to Monroe to take off his rain-soaked coat. Monroe walked to Hill and helped him change the clothes one by one. Monroe's eyes were very calm, looking There is no desire.
Hill was drinking a cup of coffee with ice in his left hand while watching Monroe's face and expression closely. When Monroe bent down to straighten his belt, Hill finally couldn't hold back his emotions, grabbed Monroe's collar and kissed it.
This kiss was much deeper and more intense than the kiss outside. His warm fingers clasped his cold neck, and the joy faded away from the warm appearance, leaving only deeper desire and plunder.
After about a few minutes, Hill let go of Monroe, satisfied to catch the intense emotion in Monroe's eyes that did not disappear. But soon Monroe restrained himself, he lowered his head and continued to help Hill straighten his belt.
This Monroe is really very attractive. Hill thought.
He drank the coffee in the cup, and then chewed the ice cubes inside.
The sound was clear in the silent room.
Hill saw Monroe's Adam's apple twitch.
Hill swallowed the crushed ice, and his Adam's apple twitched.
Monroe took a deep breath, "I'm afraid I'm going to be rude, my lord."
The next second, he kissed her.
The tip of the tongue that was almost paralyzed by ice cubes and the bitter aroma of coffee mixed with the deep kiss.
The sound of rain outside is low, and desire spreads indoors.
02.
After that, Hill and Monroe had lunch together, did some things couples should do together, took a walk, and said some sour words. It's a bit of a routine, but because of the emotion, even the 'routine' is quite interesting.
In the evening, it rained suddenly, so Hill and Monroe had to go back to the room.
The air is quite oppressive when the storm is approaching, and this is the wettest and muggiest time of the day. There were thick black clouds in the sky, the thunder was rolling, and the rain suddenly began to fall without warning. —But everything could also be called a symptom.
"It seems to be rainy in Famagusta," Hill said.
"Well, especially around this time," Monroe replied.
The torrential rain hit the ground frantically, and the leaves rustled. The sound of the rain was almost a roar. The wind is also getting stronger and stronger, as if the strings on the bow are trembling. Hill stared at the scenery outside in a daze.
"I heard from Al that you're in some trouble," Monroe said.
"There are two things I don't understand," Hill turned and leaned against the window sill, his figure blocking the light behind him. As a result, half of the light in the room was instantly extinguished, and the shadow of the Demon King covered the Dark Pope. "First, he probably doesn't like you very much, so he won't take the initiative to tell you this."
"His face told me," Monroe said.
"Oh, it looks like he cosplayed Liu Mintao." Hill said, "Hmm... I think your expression at the moment is 'I don't want to know what you're saying, but I don't understand'."
Monroe coughed and changed the topic: "What about the second point of your doubt?"
"The second thing is why you call him Al, so intimately," Hill said.
Monroe was speechless for a second.
"Okay, let's be serious." Hill said, leaning against the wall, and began to describe everything that happened before in a calm tone. It was stormy outside, but the atmosphere inside the house seemed a little peaceful.
After Hill finished speaking, Monroe didn't respond immediately. Hill said, "What do you think of this time?"
"My opinion should be similar to yours." Monroe replied.
"You know my opinion?" Hill asked.
"Probably can guess some," Monroe said.
"Oh." Hill responded, and asked proactively, "How terrific do you think the Pope is?"
"It's a complex question," Monroe said.
"Everything is complicated." Hill clenched his hands into fists and hammered his heart with a smile: "You are not sincere."
"Because smart people have too many gossips, sometimes it is difficult to make a judgment. After all, there are too many factors involved, and most of the time it is even just a matter of thought." Monroe replied, his pupils were still full of Quiet, just looking at Hill like this.
"Smart people have too many guts, so the best way is not to fight with them, but to cut them open and tear out their intestines." Hill smiled and said very scary words.
"You're right," said Monroe.
"And what do you think of King Eutin?" Hill asked.
"Not many contacts." Monroe replied, "So it's impossible to judge."
"Oh." Hill nodded curtly, "What's going on here recently?"
Monroe: "Many, because there are fewer people available."
Hill: "Don't tire yourself out."
Monroe: "Because it's the body of a demon, so I won't get tired."
Hill: "You've managed to turn that statement of mine into nonsense and nonsense."
Monroe: "…Sorry. It was my fault."
Hill was already sitting at the table over there, playing with the quill with his index finger and thumb, and the light and shadow cast on the parchment were blurry. "Although you are very busy here, please spare some time, I need you next."
Monroe replied in a deep voice: "It's my duty, and my real shelter is by your side."
Hill wrote the name of King Eutin on the parchment, and then drew a circle: "Listen, I have an idea. During the battle, in order to lure the enemy to go deep, he will sell a loophole. Even if the loophole itself has Seven points are false, but there are also three points that are true. And now, I have to grasp the three points that are true."
The quill was directly pinched in half by Hill, and the ink was spilled on the parchment.
Hill's eyes flickered in the candlelight.
"Come on, help me complete the plan.
We'll make it quick. "
It was pouring rain outside.
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