Obviously He is the King of Raiders But He is Too Straight

The Skeleton Butler's sense of smell is not as sharp as the real blood.

After all, it is a skeleton without flesh and blood, even if it has the ability to think independently, it can't distinguish too subtle things.

It looked down at the flushed face, sniffed with a white feather, and gently touched some treasure-like Ulysses.

The Skeleton Butler fell into silence, and only muffled his mouth when he felt the other party's mood calmed down a bit.

"So Master, you don't resist drinking the blood of the Protoss, do you want to drink the blood of purebred angels?"

"...With all due respect, this may be a bit difficult for you today."

It has always been straightforward, and it doesn't have the twists and turns of other blood races.

"Although Arnos is unstable, he is a hundred times better than yours."

"You are going to take the angels from the temple into captivity. If Arnos finds out, you may be beaten to sleep."

The little boy frowned, and his red eyes swept over coldly.

"Who told you that what I smell is the breath of this bird, and what I smell is another breath above this."

This breath is actually very weak, but Ulysses's five senses are several times sharper than ordinary blood.

And this breath is inexplicably familiar, as long as he gets closer, he can tell it immediately.

While talking, Ulysses swept his nose with a white feather, the sweet breath soothing his depressed mood.

"Do you know which protoss I got this feather from?"

The Skeleton Butler is different from Ulysses, although Ulysses hates sunlight and rarely leaves the castle during the day.

His own magic power is strong, and he is not afraid of sunlight.

But the Skeleton Butler couldn't leave the night hall except at night, and even at night, its fighting power of the five scums didn't dare to go out casually.

So where Ulysses went, and where he took this piece of white feather, it is totally unknown.

"...Although I don't know where, Master, you got this piece of white feather, but judging from the purity of this piece of white feather, I think it should be the Protoss of the nearby temple."

Not for anything else, just from the fact that this piece of white feather has not been corroded by the devilish energy and turned into a crow-blue color after being placed on Ulysses for so long.

This is not the divine power that ordinary two-winged protoss angels can possess.

Generally, angels with more than two wings will serve the gods in temples or royal cities.

Although Ulysses has no memory of his previous time as a prince, this does not mean that he has no basic common sense.

Angels are vassals of the Protoss, and most of the higher-ranking angels are served by the God of Light, that is, Arnos.

He can't remember Arnos's thing now, it's just that Ulysses, those in the church, don't have a lot of favor with the Protoss and their followers.

"Speaking of speaking, want to know if you still have to go to the temple?"

The little boy murmured like this, as if he was complaining and complaining.

"But didn't you say that with my current strength, I can only be beaten by the **** of light? I want to know who owns the breath on this feather..."

He has always been sober-minded, even when he is dizzy and hungry, he can still analyze the current situation rationally.

Ulysses put his arm on the edge of the coffin, and his long black hair ran out like moonlight, and followed his low hair movement and slipped to the ground.

"I can't go. If I can't find that person, I'll starve to death again."

"Tsk, the trouble is dead."

Isn't it that you are making a fool of yourself, and you are not willing to do it?

The Skeleton Butler only dared to murmur so quietly in his heart, and didn't dare to say it directly in front of Ulysses.

It looked at Ulysses who was weakly leaning against the coffin because of hunger and thirst, and looked up to the underground cage.

The Skeleton Butler thought for a while, when the young boy was so hungry that he had to choose to fall into a long sleep to save his energy.

It lowered its head and approached Ulysses with a deep voice and suggested.

"Actually, I still have a way. Master, you can find out which protoss this Bai Yu belongs to without risking any risks."

"As long as you find this protoss, you will know who he gave his **** feather to."

The words of the Skeleton Butler made Ulysses' eyes flashed, he forced himself to cheer up a little, and stood up with his hands supporting his body.

"What can you say, I might go to sleep later."

"Aren't we temporarily unable to enter the temple? The devilish energy in us is very heavy, and we must be discovered by them as soon as we enter."

While talking, the Skeleton Butler helped Ulysses to the direction of the underground cage and then passed, opening the secret room where the fallen angel was imprisoned as before.

Pushing the door led him in.

"We are not a Protoss and can't get in and out freely, but he can."

"There is not much difference between the breath of the fallen angel and the breath of the angels, and they can perceive the same kind very keenly. We let him into the temple, and he will definitely be able to find the **** race immediately."

This is a good way.

At least it sounds so.

Ulysses thought so, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the Seraphim in the golden cage.

The angel's icy blue eyes also looked over coldly, revealing the coldness of the deep sea.

"...He doesn't look like he will listen to us obediently."

The young boy was silent for a moment, then looked away and looked at the Skeleton Butler.

"I think we will let him out of it now. He didn't go to the temple the first time, but tore us to pieces."

"Master, what you said did happen. But it was before you cast the curse on him. Now he is your dog."

"Although it hasn't been completely tamed yet, I don't think many protoss can withstand the pain of demonic energy eroding the internal organs."

The Skeleton Butler's voice was heavy, without any ups and downs.

Unlike its gentle attitude toward Ulysses, when it looked at the fallen angel, it looked like a puddle of stagnant water. Nothing angry.

"He will not disobey your orders, nor is he ordered to disobey."

The young boy was not shocked by the words that sounded chilling, his long eyelashes trembled.

After weighing the pros and cons, Ulysses nodded slightly and agreed to the Skeleton Butler's proposal.

"It sounds pretty good."

"Then you go and let him out, let him go to the temple right now, and then ask who is the owner of the breath on this white feather."

Ulysses' throat rolled, and he felt the heat intolerable again.

"I really can't stand it anymore. If I continue to consume it like this, I might really die of thirst."

Seeing this, the Skeleton Butler hurriedly went up and opened the cage. It did not go in immediately, but let Ulysses pass first.

"Master, please go over and let him sniff the breath on it. Let him remember the smell."

The young boy was not afraid of the gloomy eyes of the other party. He walked over with Bai Yu and found that the fallen angel was covering his face with wings.

Can only see those indifferent eyes.

"Let go of your wings."

He ordered in such a deep voice.

As the Skeleton Butler said, even though the fallen angel resisted it, he slowly loosened the wings that covered his face.

It was slow, and every move away was like a tug of war, very difficult.

Ulysses didn't have much patience, and directly stretched out his hand to force the fallen angel's wings away.

Only then did he see the opponent's face clearly.

His eyes are ice floes above the deep sea, cold and sinking. But the handsome facial features are more charming, and the eyebrows are narrow and long, but there is not a trace of warmth in the seemingly affectionate veins.

It feels gloomy and weird.

But it happened to have such a beautiful face.

"He looks like me."

Ulysses squinted his eyes, and after a while, he turned his head and said to the skeleton butler standing aside.

"But it's not as good as me."

Indeed, the appearance of the fallen angel is somewhat similar to that of Ulysses.

This kind of similarity does not refer to the outline, but the kind of dangerous and sticky beauty that it gives people.

It's like a blood family.

"Naturally, how dare the light of the stars compete with the sun and the moon."

Ulysses was very satisfied when he heard this. He curled his lips, walked over and patted the Skeleton Butler on the shoulder.

"Although you are ugly, you are quite talkative."

"It's just the truth. In my opinion, even a divine lord with a glorious appearance can't compare with you."

The Skeleton Butler praised Ulysses naturally and skillfully, but halfway through it.

His shoulder that was slapped by the boy fell off with a "pop", two bones to be precise on the ground.

"Why are you so fragile, didn't you just shoot twice? Why did you fall apart?"

"Old bones for thousands of years, very brittle."

"Let the master laugh."

While talking, the skeleton butler picked up his fallen bones and put them back. After a little movement, there was no major problem before releasing the fallen angel.

"I hope you don't let the master down."

"Otherwise, the next time you come out of this cage to let the wind go, maybe it will be a hundred years later."

The fallen angel's wings moved slightly, after noticing that the shackles on his ankles and wrists were untied.

He hesitated, then moved his wrists and stood up.

There was a wound on his body, and his black wings were stained with sticky blood.

I can't see any blood, but I can smell it with a little sniff.

Ulysses frowned and avoided him, and the Fallen Angel cast a faint glance at the young boy who was now only about his waist.

He twitched the corners of his mouth at Ulysses, his eyes were somewhat mocking, but also filled with coldness.

Just glanced, before Ulysses was angry, he dragged his bloodied wings and walked outside the castle.

There was a long blood trail where the wings had been wiped, and it was shocking to look at.

At dawn, when the sky breaks.

He left the night hall, also exhausted most of his energy.

The fallen angel was seriously injured, but it was not life-threatening.

In order not to be discovered by outsiders, he used the last bit of magical power to restrain his wings.

In the eyes of people coming and going on Wangcheng Street, he was just a ragged and wounded stray man leaning on the corner of the street and begging.

The hair on his forehead was messy, covering his eyebrows and most of his face.

It is impossible to go to the temple immediately in this way, he has been kept in darkness for a hundred years.

The Protoss can't do without sunshine, and he won't be so stupid to go to the temple for the time being until his vigor is restored.

The morning sun slowly rose from the east, pierced through the clouds and sprinkled inside and outside the royal city.

The Fallen Angel hadn't bathed in such warm sunshine for a long time. He squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

On the way back from the small town of Frankie to Wangcheng early in the morning, Su Yu saw that the tramp under the roof that sheltered from the rain seemed to have changed.

He was even more devastated and weaker than the vagrants he encountered during the stormy night before.

She approached a little bit and saw large and small scars on his body.

He even had blood beads.

"Want to eat muffins?"

Su Yu looked down at the young man with black hair and blue eyes, and handed him a piece of the muffin he had brought in the morning. "It's still hot, take it if you don't mind."

The fallen angel felt that someone had blocked the sunlight in front of him, and a shadow fell over.

He frowned slightly, just when he opened his eyes and wanted to let the opponent go away with a deep voice.

As Su Yu approached, not only the sweetness of the muffin, but also the clear breath of the white feather woke him up.

His long eyelashes trembled, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he tried to reach out to take the muffin that Su Yu handed over.

However, he was hurt too badly, and he didn't recover much strength.

As soon as the fingertips touched the steaming muffin, his arm dropped weakly again.

Su Yu paused, broke a small piece, bent over and gently brought it to his lips.

But he didn't move anymore, and he didn't open his mouth.

The youth suddenly felt a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat. He tried to suppress it, and finally the corners of his lips were stained a little red.

His Adam's apple rolled and swallowed the fishy sweetness.

Because of the pain, his eyes were stained with moisture.

He stared at Su Yu with some wet eyes, his face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

Su Yu looked at the muffin in her hand, and then at the young man who was biting her lower lip and had a terrible pain.

"It seems that it is better for you to treat your lower body injury first than a fruit belly."

She sighed, put the muffin back in the bag, bent over to avoid his wound and carefully supported him up.

He stared at Su Yu in silence for a while, when the other party was about to help him to leave.

The young man's eyes were alert, if it weren't for the strength, he would have pushed Su Yu away immediately.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Naturally find a healer to help you see the injuries on your body."

Seeing Su Yu's serious expression, it didn't seem like just talking.

He was taken aback, frowned and opened his mouth dumbly.

"No, I have no money."

"...No money for treatment."

"I didn't ask for your money."

Su Yu couldn't laugh or cry, she lowered her voice to appease each other.

"And you don't look like you are rich. Naturally, I didn't want you to pay when I took you to the treatment. Don't worry."

The youth not only did not have the slightest joy about this kind of pie in the sky, but they became more alert.

He stared straight at Su Yu, speculating for a long time with his usual thinking.

"What do you want me to give you back?"

His voice was low and cold, and he put the hand on Su Yu's shoulder.

There is no ambiguous behavior, but Su Yu feels a bit meaningful.

He remembered the appearance of those self-righteous nobles who thought they could contaminate the greed of the Protoss after his fall.

He suppressed the nausea in his heart, lowered his head and glanced at Su Yu coldly.

"If you want me to agree with my body."

"That's another price."

"...?"