dark side

Chapter 5 5

In the clear sky, the sun shines on the ground through the gaps between the leaves, the gentle wind blows through the hair tips, the endless flower field, and the winding trickle, which finally disappears in the depth of the flower field.

However, looking at the beautiful scenery can't arouse Vic's slightest interest. For him who was an orphan since he was a child, nothing can compare to a crumpled banknote or a piece of brown bread.Those spiritual enjoyments belong to the rich.There are many things he worries about, for example, there is one right now: why is he in this ghost place?

"The leg hair of the Virgin Mary..." he cursed under his breath.There was a chuckle from behind, and Vic turned his head warily, "Who!"

The other party gently pushed aside the branches and walked slowly towards Vic.

The blond hair was scattered casually, the blue blood vessels hidden under the sickly skin could almost be seen, and there seemed to be a gentle smile on his face that should never have appeared on his face.The priest's attire supported his ethereal and noble temperament. He is the son of God who stepped down from the altar, a gift from the gods to people, and he is the real god who descended into the world——

Vic even felt like dying.

He was completely unable to grasp the development trend of the situation, not to mention why it was Sharp's sick cat young master who appeared here.Just looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own and smiling so gently... Although he doesn't believe in religion, he is ready to convert to any religion.

——Ignore that face, calm down with Vic, don't care about that face...even if he tap dances in women's clothes, he doesn't care about his business...get the priority, and it's not too late to beat him back...

With malicious thoughts in mind, Vic raised his hand and shook it at Rudolf, smiling brightly, brilliantly.

"Hey, young master. Where is this place?"

The other party stopped a few steps away from him, completely ignoring his question. Vic made fun of himself and felt the pressure of sitting on the ground looking up at Rudolf, so he patted his butt and stood up.

"..."

A slender hand caressed his cheek, Vic stared blankly at the face that was getting closer to him, and didn't know how to react for a while (Of course he instinctively wanted to punch him, but just thinking about it made him feel Chills down your spine.)

Rudolf watched him with a tenderness that made Vic's hair stand cold, and the word 'passionately' flashed through his mind, but it was obviously too ridiculous, and he dismissed the idea immediately.

"Rudolf? Master Rudolf. Sharp?" He asked him cautiously, fearing that he would hit his face directly if he couldn't turn the corner for a while, so he didn't want to give his first kiss to a man!This kind of private joke is okay, but the real sword and gun are a bit shocking.

Rudolf's mouth opened and closed, but it seemed to be performing pantomime—a one-man show that belonged to him.

...What, I can't hear what he's saying at all.

Therefore, in Vic's eyes, Rudolf looked very sad.Even she was infected by him, and obviously hated him very much.Thinking of this, he was almost obsessed, and reached out to Rudolf—

In the next moment, the enlarged version of Minos' face appeared in front of him, the golden red eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, and he was extraordinarily serious, "If you don't get up again, I'll kiss you down."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Boom!

The upper body was in close contact with the cold floor, and the pain caused by the impact instantly woke up Vic - and realized how... humiliating his current posture was.From his current angle, he could just see his legs and knees on the bed and the wide open window, from which the cold morning wind poured in, blowing up the white curtains.

Minos sat aside with an innocent face.

"Goodmorning." He smiled, more mockingly, "Your attitude is really tempting to commit crimes."

"How can you compare with Master Minos? With so many inferences just like this, Minos must be very experienced." Vic jumped up from the floor—like a dehydrated fish, in fact he His fighting spirit is like a bullfight in Spain.Always be ready.

Minos didn't refute anything, he just looked at Vic from top to bottom and from bottom to top with a mocking smile: Vic's hair was messy when he just woke up, and there were a few hairs sticking up, and the pajamas were because the owner was extremely indecent. Sleepy and wrinkled.Compared with Minos, a well-dressed and elegant scum, it is self-evident who wins.

Vic's face flushed instantly, and he opened his mouth - only to find in despair that he could not find any sarcasm in his empty head - and those are exactly what these nobles are best at.He was not a fool, knowing that he was invincible, he insisted on hitting a stone with a pebble, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Why are you in my room so early in the morning?"

"Before I answer your question, I have to remind you that it's already nine o'clock." Minos said rather melancholy, for his howling, golden stomach, "You said that you will provide three meals, My sweet little landlord."

"It's in the kitchen. I prepared it last night." Vic recalled what he did yesterday. "Bread, milk, butter, fruit. You can take it yourself."

"You call that breakfast?" Minos looked at Vic in surprise, his tone firm and decisive, "I will never admit it."

"...Eldest young master, I thought you had already prepared your mind when you were begging for nothing on the street and wanted to live here."

"A life without delicious food is an incomplete life!"

"Yes, yes. But I'm a commoner, not as expensive as your nobles, and I have to pay so much attention even in the morning. Let's make do with it. I bake the bread myself, and I have confidence in my craftsmanship." Vic nodded perfunctorily. Nodding, he was wrestling with his buttons, "If it doesn't work, go home quickly. I can lend you the travel expenses."

Minos shrugged, "No, no, I'm not going back. I'm not like them."

"I don't see any difference between you." Vic walked into the kitchen with the most valuable thing in the house (Minos: ...), pushed the young master into a chair by the way and sat down, and began to prepare for the belated Breakfast, without even bothering to raise your eyes, "The same gorgeous dress, the same obnoxious and condescending accent, and the same luxury. Of course you are better than them now, at least you don't have the ability to mess with women."

"It's not about these, I am fundamentally different from them. Also, please don't question my ability."

"Okok...baby, what's the difference, let's talk about it." Vic brought breakfast to the table and asked casually.

"This is reflected in many ways, for example—faith." Minos raised his chin high, the omnipresent sunlight made him look inviolable, and his eyes shone with the same light as Lisa— —fanaticism about one's own beliefs, and whatnot.For Vic, the Minos at this time was too dazzling for people to look at.

"My belief... the ultimate darkness, Hades, the king of the underworld."