Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Chapter 37

Lancelot wrapped the black ribbon around Syl's eyes, noticing His Highness's uneasy, slightly resisting movement, coaxing him in a warm voice, "Doesn't Your Highness like to wrap your eyes? I'll help you."

Syl moved his fingers, "But I can't see anything now."

"If you can't see it, you can feel it."

Syl really felt that Lancelot leaned over his ear, and could even clearly hear the subtle sound of licking. All senses were amplified several times, accompanied by the ever-present sense of insecurity, pushing his feelings to reached the pinnacle.

Including every inch of caress, every gentle or crazy kiss, including pain.

In the darkness, Lancelot's fingers were like ice, and Searle couldn't help shaking violently, like falling into an ice cellar.

He seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, tormented by pain and biting cold, even his lips were blue from the cold.

However, Mr. Housekeeper's body is very warm, like a small stove in a red house, making Searle uncontrollably greedy for that kind of temperature, embracing the flame tightly, and wanting to absorb more.

The savagely intruding ice finally stopped tormenting Syl. He relaxed and struggled to catch his breath, but he was unaware of the hot volcano crashing in.

"!"

The strong temperature difference made him unable to speak, he could only whimper like a small animal, and physiological tears flowed down the side of his neck uncontrollably.

This is completely an active volcano on the verge of eruption, and the violent tremors are almost crazy.

After a long time, Syl finally had the strength to shout hoarsely, "It hurts."

His body's strength and endurance are not weak, and he yelled only when he was really in pain.

Lancelot immediately interlocked his fingers with him, and with his left hand, he took off the black ribbon that sealed Syl's vision. Those clear eyes were soaked with moisture, and the eyelashes fluttered, and then they were wet on the lower eyelids. There is a plump lying silkworm, which bends into a beautiful crescent when it smiles.

Lancelot sighed, bent down and kissed those eyes, tenderly and reverently.

Like a piece of white snow falling in Searle's eyes, slowly melting.

However, the eruption of the volcano did not stop, and even became more manic.

Syl's consciousness gradually became blurred, and in the end, he couldn't even feel the pain, and was even pressed by the heat, giving birth to some indescribable comfort.

"Your Highness."

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard Lancelot calling himself, and then opened his foggy eyes.

Lancelot tilted his head slightly, and kissed him lightly, "Do you like it?"

Seale replied almost subconsciously, "I like it."

He did not hear what Lancelot said afterwards.

In the depths of the volcano, hot magma erupted, submerging him with scorching heat, filling every inch of his body with Lancelot's name.

After a long time, Syl's consciousness surfaced, but he was addicted to the unsatisfied kiss of Mr. Butler after he was satisfied.

When they came back, it was too windy and snowy to see the sky clearly, but it was about noon, but at this time the surroundings were completely dark, the sound of wind and snow outside the cave, but the inside of the cave was extremely quiet, and the two were kissing in the soft grass nest , forgetting time and space.

It wasn't until Syl was so tired that he fell asleep that Lancelot arranged his clothes for him, and carried His Highness to a relatively clean place in the grass nest, so that he could sleep more comfortably.

After taking care of it, Lancelot walked to the entrance of the cave, his steps were so light that he could hardly hear the sound.

Outside the cave, the sky was full of wind and snow, and the original color of the sky could not be seen.

In the past, the aurora could often be seen over the snow-capped mountains of Nathaniel. The dark blue and gray blue rays of light shone alternately, reflecting the entire night sky brightly and brilliantly. This was His Royal Highness's favorite view.

And now it's gone.

In fact, if Searle didn't ask, Lancelot might never tell him everything. Even Searle couldn't remember the past, and he thought it was a good thing.

If Syl had personally experienced the glory of the former kingdom, and saw Nathaniel now...

That was cruel.

But Lancelot also believes that His Royal Highness will definitely restore Nathaniel to its former glory.

He and the undead in the dungeon are looking forward to that day together.

Lancelot put on the cloak, left the enchantment and walked out of the cave, disappearing into the depths of the wind and snow.

When Searle woke up, the light was still dim, and he could only vaguely see Mr. Housekeeper sitting by the grass nest, carrying a bagful of fresh berries.

He sat up and stretched, only to feel sore all over.

After eating berries and barely full, Lancelot tidied up the creases in Sill's clothes, and the two left the cave and went to the volcanic ruins, where they made an appointment with Tiffany yesterday.

However, when they passed through the forest, they saw a group of werewolves wrapped in gray animal skins and armed with long guns, standing at the foot of the mountain, as if they had been waiting here for a long time.

There is a withered dark red flower stem pinned to the edge of their chest animal skins. The werewolf headed by them is very strong, almost twice the size of ordinary werewolves. There is a scar on the right eye, which looks very fierce. There is a slight bronze luster in the snow.

Syl recognized the long gun in his hand at a glance. It was made of ashes and rough stones. He thought this was the leader of the werewolf tribe.

Syl frowned, and behind the pack of wolves saw Tiffany, a fox girl subdued by several werewolves.

The Wolf King's voice was deep and powerful, "Your Highness, are you going to take my daughter away?"

Searle was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he stepped forward and asked, "Do you admit that Tiffany is your daughter?"

"Lancelot went to the tribe last night and told me the truth," said the wolf king.

"...?" Syl looked back at Lancelot, and found that he was actually holding the Codex of Fire, lowering his head and "concentrating" on the study, not looking at himself.

Although he didn't understand the intention of Mr. Steward doing this, Searle believed that Lancelot would not harm him, so he turned his head and continued to negotiate with the Wolf King, "Yes, Augustine's corpse plague broke out, and only Tiffany's blood can save him. them."

He paused, then added, "I will strictly control the amount of blood used, and try not to affect Tiffany's body."

Searle is telling the truth, because the outbreak of the corpse epidemic in Augustine is already very serious, and no one knows how much blood will be needed at that time, and it may be inevitable to affect Tiffany's health.

He knew that it was difficult to convince the Wolf King with his words, so he had to assure him again, "I will protect Tiffany's safety."

"I don't believe it." The Wolf King sneered, "Where were you when the Dragon Mountain Range was slaughtered by hunters? If we hadn't struggled to survive in the harsh environment for so many years, Nathaniel would have been reduced to death."

As soon as the wolf king said this, Syl lost his ability to speak.

He couldn't even remember what happened back then, so naturally he couldn't defend himself.

Seeing that he stopped talking, the wolf king only sneered, then turned his head and directed his tribe to bring Tiffany back to the tribe.

"Wait a minute." Syl took this step as heavy as a thousand pounds. "I was sorry for you in the past, but now that I'm back, I will use my life to protect the Dragon Mountain Range and Nathaniel."

Originally Syl wanted to promise the Wolf King that he would do his best to protect them, but when he said it, he realized that now that he had lost his memory, he didn't even remember any sword moves, so he couldn't give more guarantees except his own life.

The wolf king paused for a moment, then slightly raised his hand to make the clansmen stop temporarily.

He turned his head and stared at Syl with cold eyes.

Syl met his gaze, "I have to take Tiffany away. Augustine's corpse plague is very terrible. If it is allowed to spread, even Nathaniel may not be able to escape. Living in the city of Angus near the border There are quite a few Nathaniels, and they are likely to be infected..."

"Those traitors are no longer Nathaniel." The wolf king's eyes flashed a cold light like a blade, and he raised a long gun in his right hand, and suddenly rushed towards Syl.

The blow was as fast as a thunderbolt, and Seale barely managed to dodge it by jumping back almost entirely on instinct.

The wolf king's long spear turned around, and then changed its angle and stabbed him head-on and face-to-face.

In desperation, Syl rolled around on the spot, the snow got into the cloak and stuck to his hair, causing his body temperature to drop suddenly, and his movements were sluggish one step further.

The tip of the gun narrowly missed the side of Searle's face, smashed into the snow, and touched the hard frozen ground at the bottom.

Blood flowed from the very thin wound, and the gurgling heat and pain finally allowed Syl to regain some consciousness.

As if sensing his master's injury, the Judgment Sword sleeping in his spine began to feel faintly hot again. The heat was ironing his entire back, and Searle felt something in his body being awakened and revived.

Another blow sent Syl all over the snow.

Lancelot on the side finally couldn't stand anymore, and the dark blue magic element light was already surging at his fingertips.

At this moment, he saw Syl closed his eyes, as if sensing the existence of the Sword of Judgment in his body.

Before the wolf king's next blow came, Syl drew the black and white rapier from the back of his neck.

"Keng—" The slender but tough long sword blocked the violent attack of the long spear.

The white part of the Sword of Judgment was originally covered with flames, but it was controlled by Syl and contained within the blade.He didn't want to hurt the wolf king, so he tried to use the swordsman's blocking skills as much as possible.

However, when fighting the wolf king, the fighting instinct hidden in Syl's body gradually revived, and those sword skills seemed to be engraved deep in his soul, and he subconsciously searched for the opponent's weaknesses.

Being able to become the leader of the tribe, the wolf king's fighting skills are naturally not weak, but Syl quickly found a flaw. He quickly drew a sword flower with his right hand, and the sharp silver light pierced through the air, grazing the side of the opponent's face , leaving a wound exactly like Syl.

He purposely turned the direction of the sword before making a move, otherwise, with the power of the Judgment Sword, the wolf king's head would have been blasted into plasma by the sword flower.

Syl was merciful, but the threat of life still tightly gripped the wolf king's heart, and he could feel how close he was to death at that moment.

After a moment's delay, the tip of the Sword of Judgment was pointed at his throat.

Seale said in a deep voice, "I won't hurt you, let me take Tiffany away."

He originally thought that the wolf king might be relentless when his life was threatened.

Handing over Tiffany willingly, she didn't expect the other party to kneel on the ground with a "plop".

The wolf king rubbed his shoulder with his right hand, closed his eyes and performed an ancient courtesy to him, and took off the dried flowers on his chest and offered them with both hands.

In Searle's vague memory, it seemed to be the gesture of the Nathaniel's oath of allegiance.

Only then did Lancelot come forward and told him softly, "This is the most beautiful flower in the Dragon Mountain Range."

The ancestors of the wolf clan originally wanted to present a flower when His Royal Highness returned in triumph, but unfortunately they did not wait until their death.

This dried flower has been passed down from generation to generation, worn by werewolves on their chests.

"They have been waiting for your return, Your Highness."