01．
Hill was squatting in the dark church of Magusta when Theresa's succession ceremony began.
The church of the Dark Vatican is a very old-fashioned church, with typical dim light and dignified atmosphere, coupled with the symbols of dark gods decorated around, the shadow of this magnificent building is not only cast on the ground, but also cast on the human body. heart.
A luxurious pure black cloak wraps a slender body, gold-edged sheepskin boots step on the marble floor, gloves made of silver moon squirrel hide the door, and the wind blows the candles in the room to tilt collectively—except those who leave The most recent one. The fire elemental elves have quietly settled in. The visitor lazily leaned against the wall after entering, with the same lazy smile on his face under the hood: "I'm busy again."
"It's like this every day." The dark pope in front of the case put down his quill, "My king, what's the matter?"
Hill buttoned his hood and floated to the reddish-brown high-back sofa over there and nestled directly into the shadows, "It's all right." Only his dark red eyes could be seen in the shadows, he said in a rough tone.
"...that's not going to work," Monroe said.
"I thought the average person would find things more troublesome," Hill said.
"Because if you have something to do, you will immediately talk about it in a serious manner, but if you have nothing to do, it means that you will think of various ways to toss your subordinates." Monroe said.
Hill opened his mouth, and finally said depressedly: "You just don't want to see me..."
"Of course not." Monroe said, he got up and went over there to open the window, and the damp and sticky night air rushed in, diluting the faint smell of decay and blood in the room. Hill took a deep breath of fresh air and said, "To be honest, I really want to watch Theresa's ceremony." Hill said, "But my status is really too noble to appear there. "
"Actually, to tell you the truth, your words made me feel a little bit like complaining." Monroe said.
"In fact, you can hide this kind of truth." Hill said.
Monroe let out an "oh", then continued to look down at the documents in front of him. His face was not very real in the dim light, but this hazy feeling made Hill feel a little itchy.
After staring at Monroe for a while, he felt a little bored because he didn't get any response, so he walked over and sat directly on the table in front of Monroe, and sat down all the things on the table under his buttocks.
This action was so insane that Monroe, the former paladin captain and the current Dark Pope, froze for a moment. He opened his mouth and said after a few seconds: "Books are the ladder of human progress..."
"Then I sat under the human being and the ladder of human progress. I really deserve to be Lord Demon King." Although Hill said so nonsense, he still got off the table, and he glanced at The mess on the table: "Ah, you lied to me, there are no books. I don't see the ladder of human progress, I only see the waste paper that hinders the communication between you and me."
That's clearly a political document... okay. Monroe showed a helpless smile: "Then I won't watch it, I will talk with you."
"That's right." Hill sat down on the table again, and then stretched out a foot, "Excuse me, make room." He said so without any pause and put his foot over, Monroe subconsciously Spread the legs, so Hill's foot stepped directly on the chair that Monroe was sitting on, with the side of the foot against Monroe's inner thigh. Monroe glanced down at Hill's unruly feet and tried to get up. But Hill snapped his fingers and used magic power to push Monroe back on the seat.
Then Hill smiled with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes: "You can really tolerate me."
"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Monroe asked helplessly.
"Abandon the stall?" Hill asked.
Monroe said, "Can I?"
Hill pondered for a moment, then replied: "If you quit, you may be fucked by me."
Monroe hesitated for a moment.
Hill was stunned. He retracted his foot and shook Monroe's shoulder with his hand: "What's wrong with you, Monroe, wake up."
Monroe showed a regretful expression: "I didn't intend to give up my business, but after hearing the consequences you said, I was a little ready to move."
"Pfft." This time Hill was completely caught laughing: "Is this the so-called pope who is very strong but speaks too frankly?"
"I don't understand what you're saying," Monroe said.
Hill stepped on the stool again, "Because you will directly express your thoughts to me, and you often make me feel very cute like you, you know?"
"Now I know." Monroe said, "I think I'm cute like that... So in order to make you happier, should I continue to implement this? Or," Monroe directly grabbed Hill's ankle and leaned forward, Hill lost his balance and had to support his body with his hands, but in less than a second, Monroe had already held his other hand and pressed it on the table.
"boom".
It's actually rather brutal.
But neither of them are gentle people, nor are they people who need to be treated gently.
Monroe lowered his eyes and stared at Hill, his pupils were full of tyrannical aggression: "... prefer me like this?"
This feeling.
His gaze seemed to invade his body physically, and then made his whole body excited.
That excitement led to more indulgent emotions, which flourished in his body.
Hill grabbed Monroe's clothes with the hand that supported his body, and used Monroe to maintain his crumbling body: "Have you heard that sentence?" Hill said: "Cuteness is not as good as sexiness." Worth mentioning."
Monroe looked down at Hill's hand holding the clothes, and then separated Hill's fingers one by one, so Hill lost his balance and fell on the table, and Monroe followed.
"I understand." A low voice resounded in the dark church.
All flames went out. Only the moonlight outside was misty.
02．
Then the two of them made a mess of documents and all.
After the middle of the month, Hill was lazily lying on the sofa, and Monroe tidied up the messy documents on the floor.
"When are you going to see Theresa?" Hill asked.
"I've communicated what I mean, so it doesn't matter if you don't see it," Monroe said.
"When did you pass it on? Why are you two behind my back?" Hill got up from the sofa.
"I didn't send him any messages, and that's what I sent him," Monroe said. "Let him go about his business."
"Oh." Hill lay back on the sofa again, "I don't know what will happen to Alice... Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings."
"You raised her well, she was just too young," Hill said.
"That's why I found Grand Maester Lannon for her, and Teresa should take care of her." Hill said, "Besides, I'm still alive, and I'm still the devil."
"What about King Eutin?" Monroe asked, ignoring Hill.
"Let's just say that." Hill closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
"He probably hates you," Monroe said.
"Yes, but you won't hate me more than you hate the Pope of Light," Hill said.
"That's right. You're always open," Monroe said.
"It's not looking away, it's because..." Hill still closed his eyes, and said in a leisurely voice: "All the eggs in the world can't break a stone, can they?"
"You're as aggressive as ever," Monroe said.
"No," Hill said, "I mean I'm as hard as a rock now."
…
Caught off guard, the car drove in Monroe's face.
Then go ahead... what the hell...
03.
After the war, many messes need to be cleaned up, so the people above are more busy than before.
The Dark Vatican sent Leona as an envoy, and Captain Rhodes was planning to let his apprentice Carl or Jack go, but when he heard that Leona was going, he went in person. They both have a story.
Alice saw Theresa for the second time at the succession ceremony. She found that she still had hatred and fear for Theresa. Although she knew that Theresa should have some agreement with Hill, Teresa was too deep a few years ago. Alice thought she had forgotten it, but looking at Teresa on the stage, she found that her fingers were trembling slightly.
She couldn't help thinking of the meeting with her mother.
It turns out that good feelings are easy to forget, but negative emotions such as hatred and fear can exist for a longer time.
Alice realized.
— A generation of tyrants seems to be coming online.
Alice did everything the envoy needed to do very well. She also officially signed a peace treaty on behalf of the devil world. Among a group of adults, she was calm and calm, and her aura was no less than theirs.
After the serious meeting, Captain Rhodes and Leona came over to talk to Alice. Hill once took Alice to play on the Bird of Death for a while, so Captain Rhodes and Alice are very familiar. I was worried that Alice would feel scared, but later found that my worry was unfounded.
"It's not a big deal anymore. The Lord Demon King mentioned to me that he wants to develop all the small islands in the sea, so Captain Rhodes seems to have a lot of things to do next." Alice said.
"I don't even have time to rest." Captain Rhodes said.
"You'd better not rest." Leona smiled and looked at Captain Rhodes: "You are suitable for running around all the time, and you don't have time to think about life and future things."
Captain Rhodes opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just smiled.
Alice looked at Captain Rhodes for a while, and said, "Did you just plan to say 'because you don't plan to appear in my future, so I don't need to think about my future'?"
Captain Rhodes let out a series of coughs, and Leona glanced at Captain Rhodes mockingly. Alice realized that she seemed to have done something bad, so she spun the wheelchair and prepared to escape.
Then came a familiar voice behind him, a male voice that often appeared in dreams.
"May I have the honor to talk, Miss Alice."
It's Theresa.
Alice turned the wheelchair and looked at the man in front of her. She remembered how he looked in the fire, and then she nodded: "Of course, Your Majesty Shelley."
The two met for a long time but didn't have much time to talk. Teresa told the pope that he actually killed him. Alice just nodded lightly: "It's speculated."
Teresa didn't know what to say for a while, so she said, "Please ask me to take care of you before he dies."
Alice looked at Teresa in surprise: "Your Majesty Shelley, the weakness contained in your words makes me unable to believe that it came from you."
"People are always multi-faceted and complicated." Teresa said with emotion: "I admit that I have a weak side."
Such a calm Teresa made Alice stunned: "I'm sorry for my offense just now."
"It's okay," Theresa said.
The two walked along the holy river outside the holy city, Teresa pushing Alice's wheelchair. After a long time, Alice asked: "What kind of person is he?"
Teresa was silent for a while, then replied: "Not a good guy, but very powerful."
Alice said "Oh", "You told me that he taught you the last lesson before he died, but if it was me, I didn't do it for you, but to arouse your compassion and let you Agree to my subsequent request: that is, to take care of me."
"Maybe so." Teresa said, he hadn't actually thought of this level, because his emotions have been so ups and downs recently, and he was blinded by it. He might slowly figure it out later, but not today. Alice told the truth in one word: "...but you really deserve to be..."
"As expected of his daughter?" Alice asked back.
"Ah, it is indeed taught by His Majesty the Demon King." Teresa said, "I want to say this."
Alice smiled, showing her appearance as a little girl for the first time since she came here, she nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"
The sun is just right. The future is promising.
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