Chapter 27

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Joyce was a little tired, but his heart was still very sweet. After a while, the last knight came in. Joyce had an impression of him. He could speak Sosha, and by his appearance, he should come from a Middle Continent.

"Ze Freed Feng." The boy introduced himself: "Shaqs, you can call me Ze."

It has been a long time since someone called him by his surname directly. Joyce couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The suffix "Feng" was an extremely noble surname on the mainland. It used to be the name of the monarch of the Six Nations Alliance in the North. It was the surname of the Grand Duke of Sirius, who now bordered the Western Mercenary Principality.

"You belong to Duke Freed..."

"Only son." The boy replied casually, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, obviously not happy, and he said to Joyce: "Are you ready? Come on, let's do it."

Joyce asked, "Are you in a bad mood? Let's have a chat."

Ze's body seemed to have a kind of hostility that was not pleasing to anyone's eyes, as if a little impatient, but when Joyce said so, he could only sit down and asked, "What are you want to talk about?"

"Get to know each other..." Joyce thought to himself that this kind of conversation was stupid. He asked, "Is Duke Freed all right?"

"He is with the mighty God now," Ze replied casually.

Joyce remembered his brother Odin, and once mentioned that some changes seemed to have taken place in Sirius, the people were overwhelmed by the tax burden, revolted, and overthrew the rule of the Grand Duke. Odin also once mentioned that Joyce's mother, Gwenser's family once also had the suffix "Feng", dating back to the ancient hero king era.

"May the Light bless you," Joyce said.

Ze replied, "Are you talking about my father? No, he's dead, he's not a good man for your light."

Joyce looked at Ze, they felt about the same age, Joyce asked, "How old are you?"

Ze replied, "Nineteen."

A nineteen-year-old boy, Joyce has a kind of affection for him. Ze's hair was a little scruffy, short and shaggy, straight and hard. There was always a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, and there was an inconspicuous expression on the side of his face. He was more like a boy wandering the world than a nobleman.

Joyce noticed that he was wearing two daggers, one long and one short, on his waist, which must be his combat tools. He reached out to touch the knife, but Ze got the wrong idea. He interlaced his fingers, and with the other hand unfastened his cloak, revealing the tights under the cloak.

"Are you an assassin?" Joyce asked.

"Yes," Ze replied, looking at Joyce and saying, "My daggers will protect you."

Although Ze was only a little older than Joyce, he was half a head taller. He pressed Joyce on the bed and took off his tights. Although he was a young man, his muscles were thin and hard, especially his six-pack abs were very beautiful. He turned his head and glanced, took out a copper coin, waved it, and the hanging light went out.

In the dark, after a while, Joyce became familiar with the light. Ze seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He took off his pants and Joyce said, "I can protect myself."

"You can't protect yourself, little prince." Ze sneered mercilessly: "Otherwise, Alex wouldn't be in trouble."

This was tantamount to some kind of provocation. Thanks to Joyce's good self-restraint he was not angry, saying: "But I can improve your strength."

"That's why I'm here." Ze indifferently said: "Hurry up and hand over your holy light."

"You..." When Joyce was about to say something else, Ze was pressed against the carpet.

He leaned up, exuding a vicious and dangerous breath all over his body, looked at Joyce's lips, and said, "Didn't Prince Xilin take advantage of you?"

"You should be lucky." Joyce replied unceremoniously: "If he had me in advance, your knight position will be squeezed out."

"Don't be too gloating." Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "You will regret it."

Joyce: "..."

Ze's wood was majestic and unusual. When it was pushed into Joyce's body, Joyce only felt a little pain. Ze immediately noticed his movement and said, "Does it hurt? Beg me, I can be gentler."

"You're just a..."

"Rogue?" Ze whispered, and admired Joyce's bullied expression very much: "No, hand over your holy light, I'm the last one, you know that everyone takes care of me and leaves me a lot of time to finish this task..."

Joyce gasped. Ze's wood was too big. His body was slim and muscular-toned. Such people usually have something majestic down under... It was unbearable for him when he came in, but this domineering push made him feel strangely comfortable.

Joyce gritted his teeth and endured it. Ze's movements slowed down and asked, "No way, does it really hurt?"

His movements slowed down a bit as if he was afraid of really making Joyce angry. Joyce breathed reluctantly: "Fortunately fine... I can't believe that you are... so big, um..."

Ze seemed to be stimulated by Joyce's words. He lowered his head to block Joyce's lips and kissed him dotingly. After a while, Joyce looked at Ze inexplicably.

Joyce: "..."

Ze: "..."

Joyce laughed, feeling that he was finished.

"Are you the first time?" Joyce said.

Ze seemed to be insulted, and said coldly: "No."

Joyce said: "Was it so quick before too? It usually lasts longer."

Ze: "..."

"Yes." Ze almost couldn't bear it, but he had to admit: "IS it common for the first time to be so quick?"

Joyce said, "Yes... it's... a little... pain."

Ze was still in Joyce's body, he took out a little, Joyce thought he was going to leave, but Ze slowly pushed in again. Joyce said: "That's it... Go outside and wait, don't!"

Ze said coldly: "This is the second time."

Joyce whimpered, he was already very tired, but Ze's movements were fast and violent, completely conquering him, he couldn't help screaming, but Ze stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Joyce: "..."

Joyce's eyes overflowed with tears. In the quiet tent, there was only the heavy breathing of the two of them, as well as the slight popping sound when Ze collided. Ze's waist strength was very good. , like a savage beast, occupied Joyce's body.

It wasn't until a long time later, when Joyce was exhausted, that Ze let go of him.

"How did you feel the second time?" Ze asked with a mocking tone, "If you need confirmation, you can have a third round."

"That's enough." Joyce couldn't help laughing and laughing. He had already had enough tonight. Even if he had a session with Alex all night before, he had never acted so crazy.

Ze got up from Joyce, Joyce took his hand and said, "Wait, let me see you."

Ze didn't speak, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, sat lazily on his knees, glanced outside the tent carelessly, Joyce's palm emitted holy light, shining next to Ze's body, his toned body was in silver. The stigmata appeared under the holy light, and after a while, Joyce found the stigmata on his waist.

"You touch my body like this again." Ze said coldly, "I will shag you again."

Joyce said: "I'm just looking for the stigmata on your body, well, you haven't told me the oath yet."

Ze looked down at the stigmata on his waist, it was on the right side of his lower abdomen, Ze asked, "What is this, mark?"

"You don't know what this is." Joyce said blankly, "So you just came in to entertain me?"

"Yes." Ze said casually: "I will let your brother know that you are already mine, do you think he will be angry?"

"Don't reverse the priority." Joyce found that the young assassin had no sense of being a knight at all, and retorted: "I am your master."

"Oh?" Ze said, "Don't you mean that in front of the Holy Light, souls are equal? ​​Or is this just a sugar-coated lie for you to get laid?"

Joyce: "..."

Ze put on his clothes, Joyce was so angry that he said, "Wait!"

"Do you want to stay with me for the whole night?" Ze said.

Just then, Alex came into the tent and said, "I'm assuming you're done."

Ze converged a cynical smile, restored his previous appearance in front of Alex, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, Knight Commander."

"Let me see your stigmata." Alex said.

He stood in front of the tent, checked the stigmata by Ze's waist, nodded and said, "Go and rest."

Ze said goodbye and left, Joyce lay on his side and breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw Alex's ankles, he finally took off his steel armor, lit the dim light, wore his shirt and shorts, and sat down in front of Joyce.

Joyce lay down, looking into Alex's eyes, and Alex looked down at him, under the light, the large scars on the side of his face were more than obvious.

"I think you're more attractive, teacher." Joyce laughed.

"Sorry, Joyce." Alex said solemnly, "I failed to keep our promise."

Joyce didn't get it instantly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he remembered what he said in the Golden City that day, he smiled and said: "I didn't keep my promise, I broke it before you, teacher."

Alex laughed, and Joyce added, "But now I realize it doesn't matter, I still love you as much as before."

"You'll love them too," Alex said, leaning over and sitting next to Joyce. "Roger, Forrest, and Freed, they're all wonderful people."

"I don't think Ze has a good attitude towards me," Joyce said blankly.

"No," Alex said. "There's no question of their loyalty."

"When I met Roger, it was in Freeport." Alex explained: "He used to be a dock worker. He kept learning knowledge while carrying goods. He believed that knowledge can change people's lives. Later, to rescue a little girl, nearly gave up his life. That time I happened to be on a mission in Freeport and tried to exonerate him."

"In the end, Master Hilma admired his spirit," Alex said. "and he personally recruited him into the Alchemist Guild and made him a craftsman. He was obsessed with seeking knowledge and left Freeport three years later to travel the world. Then he came back, opened a workshop in Freeport, and waited for me to go back to find him with the essence of the Holy Light and the mysteries of the world."

"On the day I sent Hugh to leave the Eastern Continent, I visited him once." Alex added: "Even Hilma admires his courage and wisdom. I think you and Roger should share a lot of topics and interests. You like to explore history and knowledge, and so does he."

Joyce said, "I seem to remember that you told me that you wanted to make Freeport the first battle of your tour."

Alex nodded, put Joyce in his arms, and said, "Forrest was once my comrade-in-arms. He once participated in the Bloody battle. With his agile skills, he rescued a lot of people, and finally, he was able to bring the commoners and nobles to a truce. He was the fundamental contributor to this truce, but he never showed up and left Rhodesburg after the matter was settled."

"Because he feels that he has the blood of night elves." Alex said: "He is ashamed of his people and does not want to accept the ridiculing eyes of human beings, but he cannot get rid of his innate stigma. I told him, maybe on a certain day, the Holy Light can make him understand the meaning of blood, race, and life, as well as the sentence 'in front of the Holy Light, my soul has no distinction between noble and lowly'. Later... He calculated the time for your assessment and took the initiative to come forward. He came to the Holy See for a pilgrimage, and he just arrived at the foot of the mountain on the day Golden City fell, encountered the battle, and tried his best to save a lot of people."

Joyce's breathing was clear.

"How about Ze?" Joyce asked.

"The son of Duke Freed..." Alex said, "I think he may tell you about his past in the future. When I found him, it was in the decisive battle with the magician."

Joyce was slightly startled and asked, "That's what you mentioned..."

"Yes." Alex said, "In the annihilation battle that almost took my life, he was an assassin at the time, a magician's apprentice, protecting him, eliminating all intruders, and finally the magician used him as a pawn. For the bait, a trap was created, and I caught him, he knew very well that he was abandoned. I think he followed me because of the grace of saving his life, maybe he also held Sirius and his family with regret and confusion."

"But anyway." Alex put the blanket over Joyce, lay down beside him, and said, "They were both upright, brave, and kind people, and so have the Holy Light's acknowledgment. I hope you can respect them as much as you respect me, because, in the near future, they will all fight for you, and even give their lives for you."

"I will." Joyce whispered, "Are we going to face a lot of difficulties?"

"With you by my side," Alex said, "Teacher is not afraid of anything, Joey, are you afraid?"

"No." Joyce shook his head, laughed, and said, "We'll definitely bring Hugh back, won't we?"

"I promise you," Alex said.

Joyce got the final promise and finally settled down completely. He was still a little sad that Hugh was not here at this time.

"Let's go to sleep," Alex said.

"Teacher, did you forget something?" Joyce said.

They didn't speak, their noses were close together, Joyce kissed Alex's ruined left cheek and said, "You are so handsome, teacher, I will always remember that you got the scare for fighting for me."

Alex whispered: "These days, sensei was so anxious, I keep thinking about you all the time. The days of leaving you are like standing in an endless fog., I followed the guidance of the true God and finally found you."

He held Joyce in his arms, and the two kissed earnestly. Joyce's breathing became short, and Alex said, "You must be tired, go to sleep."

"I want to make love with you." Joyce whispered: "It has nothing to do with stigmata, knights and priests, just with my lover, Alex..."

His breath was hot and sweet, and between his breaths, Alex's breath became heavier.

"Forrest's body fluid has a strong aphrodisiac effect." Alex whispered: "He made you impulsive and ho-rny."

"Just to you..." Joyce murmured.

Alex said: "If you can't stand it, just tell me and I'll stop anytime."

Joyce hummed, unbuttoned his shirt, took off Alex's shorts under the blanket, their thighs rubbed each other, and Alex covered him like a god full of power. he Kissed Joyce tenderly and enter him carefully.

This was the fifth round today, but when Alex entered, Joyce gets that long-lost feeling again, real and strong, as always, their souls mingled with each other.

Joyce was half asleep, like a dream, but his dream man was just by his side. The days of separation were finally over, and Alex was back in front of him. He hugged Alex's body, didn't let him leave, and couldn't love each other until Joyce couldn't hold it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.