49. Dispute between the two
Counting the time before the execution table, this was the second time Gorando had heard Ronoye's confession, and he unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, so annoyed that he almost wanted to light a cigarette.
Of course, he soon realized that there was no smoke here, and he had never smoked here since he came into this world.
No matter how sluggish he was, Gorando could see that Ronoye was serious this time, and no matter how he understood where this feeling came from, he had to take it with the same seriousness.
Before that, he wanted to pretend to forget jì again to escape for a while.
Promise, that's impossible, refuse, Ronoye will be sad, and either choice will be difficult.
He also thought that they could try it if Ronoye was a girl, but Gorando quickly put the idea behind him.
Whether it's a girl or not, it's very irresponsible to accept each other's feelings when they don't like each other.
Watching the smile on Golando's face disappear, Ronoye's heart chuckled, but he still bravely faced Gorando and stood there stubbornly.
"I don't need you to respond." Ronoyer added.
He won't force it.
"Also, this time I decided to go to the High Priest alone." He said again.
The words of the adult version of Gorando are still deeply in his mind, if someone has to bear the impact of changing the future, he wants that object to have and only himself, he doesn't want to drag anyone who can be unrelated into the whirlpool of fate, especially Gorando.
Ronoye's words rang in Gorando's ears, and Gorando's expression became more stern, and he couldn't hide his surprise and asked, "What do you think?" β
He couldn't see Ronoye's insane inclination to sacrifice himself for Ferga!
Ronoye nodded resolutely, and Golando was even more angry when he saw it.
He was sitting on his lap, his two eyes that were always drooping and glared at the boss rarely, like a cheetah about to attack in the next second.
Ronoye's saint-husband-type way of thinking can be said to be pure and self-giving, and to say that it is unpleasant, it is selfish and arrogant, and to make arrangements for others casually.
- That's nonsense!
"I don't think you're getting me into trouble," Golando elaborated with a headache.
And he already regarded Ronoye as a friend, and everything he did afterwards was based on helping his friend. If he hadn't made Ronoyer a friend, how could he have allowed this series of farces to break his life that could have been peaceful for the rest of his life?
Ronoye scolded him for not being enterprising and short-sighted, and he did just want to live his second life without worrying about food and clothing, but on the other hand, even if life is full of bumps, it is nothing more than returning to the "purgatory" of his childhood, how to live or how to live, he is still very confident in his ability to survive.
In other words, Golando doesn't care what the future holds.
"You also know how important your current status is, you can't go out of business at all, Master Amphilos, I hope you don't be so willful, because your magic often fails because of the identity of the Child of Prophecy, isn't it?" Golando didn't notice that he was a little incoherent, "Or do you not believe in my abilities and think that I am not up to the level of protecting you?" β
That's a lot of earnestness.
Ronoye didn't expect Gorando's reaction to be so violent, he thought that Golando would indifferently agree, or at best laugh at himself casually.
But his attitude is very resolute, and it is not something that Gorando can say in a few words.
"No, you stay in the Duke's Palace." "And as a civilian, even if you are a civilian, you are not eligible to enter the Holy See." β
Unless Golando can get a lowest-ranking knighthood in just a few days.
"Isn't the young master of the Duke's Mansion still unable to find a place to place the next commoner?" Golando asked rhetorically.
"Why do you want to come with me so much?" At this point, Ronoye suddenly couldn't find the right words.
"I guess that's another wish of mine." Golando said with a clear gaze.
What's more, this bastard young master said three times and twice that he liked himself, if the other party had something on the way, would he be able to eat and drink in the Duke's Mansion with peace of mind?
The two of them were in a stalemate across the bed, and I don't know how long it took for the little young master to lose first.
Ronoye said in a gnat voice as if he were tired, "Gorando, you ...... Don't do this......"
A layer of mist was covered in his beautiful eyes, and gradually flashed with a moist water: "I beg you, will you let me do it alone?" β
If you don't like him, why be so nice to him, and why say so many things that make him sway and overwhelmed?
It's cruel.
Ronoye's appearance made Gorando's heart pound twice, his chest twitched a few times, and then the paralyzing sensation spread little by little.
He didn't really know why he was like this, but he subconsciously wanted to wipe off the overflowing thing for Ronoye.
And so he did.
Gorando's slender fingers brushed over Ronoye's eyelids, gently wiping away the tears that had not yet had time to flow.
The air around it seemed to condense immediately, and then slowly warmed up.
Ronoye's body froze, time seemed to freeze in this moment, his mind went blank, and he forgot what he had said and what he hadn't said.
In the silence, he smelled the refreshing smell of Gorando's body after taking a bath, and the warm touch of the other person's fingertips was like an electric current bringing a slight tingling to his cheeks, and he raised his face in confusion to meet Gorando's eyes.
"I thought that only women's tears would make people helpless." Golando smiled wryly, "I didn't expect you to have such a trait. β
And it's even more lethal than a woman's.
He moved his fingers down, rubbing the skin of Ronoye's cheek back and forth until it was hot from him.
It's just the size of a toddler...... He was already so foul, and if Ronoye was so eager to cry like a teenager again, he couldn't stand it.
"I advise you not to cry like this in front of others in the future." Golando said, pulling his finger away.
Ronoye clinged to Gorando's fingers and almost made his face and followed, but luckily he came to his senses in time.
What is this all about? Don't cry in front of others? Could he be crying in front of others?
Ronoye's lips trembled a few times, and then he closed his eyes and said, "Anyway, I want to solve this matter alone, and I don't need your company." I will rush back to the Duke's Palace as soon as I see the High Priest. β
He was about to turn around, but Gorando quickly pressed him.
"I'll go too." Golando said.
"I'm in charge of the Duke's Palace." Ronoye also said word by word.
After hearing this, Gorando subsided, and a small part of his anger burned again: "Ronoye, have you ever thought about what the consequences will be if something happens to you? β
The other one was desperate to put all his hopes on Ronoye, and if Ronoye was murdered by the Inquisition before then, they would have played all the time tracks.
Ronoye refuted this: "If something really happens, you may not be able to turn the tide." β
"The problem is that I don't want anything to happen to you!" Golando snapped.
As soon as the words fell, Golando was stunned.
- He just said it...... What?
Ronoye was also stunned.
He doubted the truth of that statement.
ββIs it an auditory hallucination? Or did he hear it wrong?
- Did Golando speak their language?
Joy, anger, sorrow and joy all surged into the young master's chest, and Ronoye staggered his gaze with difficulty.
Gorando's echo circled around the room several times before fading away, and when the last sound died down, Ronoye struggled to break free of Gorando's grasp, and fled without even a reason.
And Golando could only let Ronoye escape from his palm in a daze.