On the eve of the attack of the unknown alien trolls, Golando was secretly summoned to the top of the tower by the priests of the Vientiane Tower.

The clergy stood in the light, behind Golando was the exit of the Vientiane Tower, and the artificial moon constructed by the magic equation hung on the semicircular sky dome of the Academy, and the light projected by the light could not even reflect the expressions of the clergy, but fortunately, Golando had no intention of figuring out the hidden intention behind this order, and in front of these people who came down from the top of the tower, he did not need to use such a troublesome and superfluous act.

After all, it's all come at this time, and what other reason can there be.

A long time of separation and inability to communicate can make the two closest people strange, but the graceful spirit and tacit understanding between lovers is different, perhaps because the two hearts want each other, no matter what abnormalities happen, they will give priority to each other, and desperately connect everything with each other.

With a flat face, Golando turned sideways to explain to his soldiers what he should pay attention to after leaving, and then bowed his head to the waiting clergyman, as he had done every time he had carried out orders from his superiors in recent days.

Finally waited for this day, but his mood was not happy at all, more than the expectation and desire to meet, echoing in Golando's chest was more of a foreseen helplessness and indescribable sadness.

No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a worry.

He didn't know what was going on on Ronoye's side, but he was certainly not in the absolute position of seeing whomever he said, otherwise the clergy would have said openly that it was the Son's message, and would not have come to him in such a veiled and sneaky way, and under the guise of the name of the high priest.

Golando knows very well that the young master is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, for him, the interests of the big self are much more important than the selfish desires of the small self, he will not do things that are not in line with his identity just for his own thoughts, as long as the high priest and the high prince say that this is not allowed, he will try his best to restrain himself, and repeatedly strengthen the restraint on himself.

Elfonsta and Vientiane Tower imprisoned Ronoye's body, and Ronoye used the identity of the Holy Son to imprison his own desires with the family behind him, so under what circumstances would the young master personally break the cage he had weaved?

There must be a time when all rules and doctrines will lose their meaning of existence.

At that time, even the most conformist Ronoyer will not care about following the rules and doctrines, and of course, Ronoyer, who carries the future of an entire country, will not do anything worthless, and the meeting in the next few minutes will probably be part of some plan.

The more he thought about it, the heavier Gorando's heart felt, whether it was because of his lover in a position of great importance or because of a crumbling Ferga.

On the way up the stairs inside the tower, Golando always looked out of the window from time to time, if there was no spare artificial moon outside, the academy would be dark at this moment, and the tower was brightly lit, but this was not reassuring.

As long as the Inquisition's Dementors continue to attack the Academy's enchantments, the mages will never be at ease.

As he went upstairs, Golando counted the crashing sound on the transparent shield, and before he knew it, he arrived at his destination, and to his surprise, such an important place was extremely undefended, not to mention the soldiers of the army, and there was not even a basic barrier to block outsiders.

Isolated in the Tower, the Zero-Hour Abode of Ronoye, the Son, has changed from Matilda to the Valiant Eagle, from one tower to another.

The people in the way all retreated here, only Gorando entered the room of the Holy Son, once he stepped through the door, the faint sense maintained by the contract magic suddenly became several times stronger, just like a red line of fate across him and the contractor in the room, the slight difference is that this concentration can only mean that this room has been inhabited by Ronoye, and it cannot mean that Ronoye is here at this moment.

The special walls cut off the crashing sound of the source of the restlessness outside the tower, and the overly quiet place reflected the rapid heartbeat of Gorando, and he walked forward step by step, gradually deeper, like those brave men who explored the labyrinth. The structure of the room was not complicated, and it was even a little more rudimentary than the students' single dormitories, so he came to the end in a short time.

The slightly cramped bedroom is connected to the even smaller windowsill, and the closed window doors seem to show the oppressed inner world of the owner, Golando walks over and tries to push down the stained glass embedded in the window frame, but the other party does not move.

He withdrew his hand and grabbed his hair as if in annoyance, trying to shake off the touch, but after a few seconds of froze, he frowned and sighed.

Golando waited around for about ten minutes before Ronoye's figure appeared at the bedroom door.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a while, almost cold, before Ronoye moved his lips and said, "It took a little more time to arrange the rest of the work, but fortunately this is the last time." He smiled casually.

Is it the magic of the Time Corridor? This assumption naturally came to Golando's mind. He closed his eyes and walked straight to the door.

The opening sentence that he had painstakingly squeezed out failed to get the desired response, and in the face of Gorando, who was getting closer and closer, Ronoye's tone was a little apprehensive: "I'm sorry, I want to finish it quickly, but that's not allowed to go wrong......"

After a long absence, he longed more for his lover's smile than for Gorando's solemn expression.

"All the work is done, we have plenty of ...... tonight That one...... Anyway, now I don't have to worry about anything......"

Listening to Ronoye's flustered words, Golando could only speed up his pace and shorten the distance between the two, and then opened his hand to hug the other person's body tightly, interrupting Ronoye's later words, and the other party's hand groped on his back for a while as if he was at a loss, before he tremblingly retracted and hugged him tighter, harder than him.

Just by hugging each other, they understood each other.

The man in his arms gave up half the weight of his body, which was still very thin, but only Gorando knew that the shoulders that were not thick were also the shoulders of a strong and wonderful man. The young master of the past was desperately carrying everything he could carry on his shoulders, and even in front of him, he refused to show his tired appearance.

Because he hugged it too tightly, it didn't take long for Ronoye's body temperature to pass through the Son's robe, and the familiar smell lingered in his nose, making Golando feel like he had lost his treasure and found it.

"Gorando ......" Ronoye whispered Gorando's name, his voice a little choked.

The person who was called slowly combed the soft hair of the Holy Son, and uncharacteristically whispered and comforted: "From now on, you are just Ronoye, no surname, no country. ”

In order to emphasize this sentence, he deliberately discarded the honorific title of the inferior to the superior. Only tonight, he hoped that Ronoye could be himself again.

As early as the reunion of the temple, he couldn't help it, and he wanted to break through the crowd and take Ronoye away from that high position, but where could they go after taking it away, King Yuleni was surrounded by the monsters of the Inquisition, and the people of the demon clan were eyeing this land and Ronoye, the child of prophecy.

Limited by identity and ability, he can give Ronoye too little, except for sincerity, there is only this night when both parties can put down their shackles.

"Only you would say such a thing to me." Ronoye sighed, "Lies are of no use to you, it is easy to see through all my disguises, and then mercilessly mess up my thoughts and my heart, no one is better at this kind of thing than you." ”

Ronoye let go of his hands and left Golando's chest, and said word by word: "Golando, I'm more sure that as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything." ”

With that, he raised his chin and looked up with burning eyes, the crown of the Holy Son was misplaced due to the action of hugging, and a lock of fine hair fell from his obedient hairstyle, hanging softly between his eyebrows, adding a little temptation that did not match his age.

The atmosphere ignited, and Gorando squinted, gladly accepting the other party's warm invitation, holding down the back of Ronoye's head and pressing down on his kiss.

Fitting, lingering, parting, fitting again, lingering, apart, after several kisses, they have been able to find exactly how to please each other, and in this ritual they race against the clock, exchanging their warmth and emotions with each other, clutching a moment of joy as if death was coming tomorrow.

After a kiss, Golando breathed heavily, and he held Ronoye's red cheeks and said, "Since you are not a holy son tonight, just an ordinary person...... his voice became softer and softer, and he paused and continued, "This dress is not suitable for you." ”

Ronoye was also panting, his eyes were already a little misty, and when he heard Gorando's words, he nodded obediently, and took off the crown that symbolized his status with his own hands and threw it to the ground, the ruby on the top of the crown reflected the ambiguous brilliance of the wall lamp in the corner.

What was once a green fruit has now been transformed into a crumbling ripe fruit.

While his sanity was still online, Golando let go of Ronoye for the time being, pulled out to the window and closed the two curtains, and was about to turn back, when suddenly it was dark all around, and it was Ronoye who extinguished the light source in the bedroom.

A few steps away, there was the sound of clothes rubbing, accompanied by the rhythmic breathing of the two people.

"Isn't that so that you can't see anything?" Golando turned and walked forward across the darkness.

"Because I'm ...... now I...... Very nervous. Ronoye stumbled to explain.

"Coincidentally, so did I." Golando found Ronoye's wrist, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

They stepped back to the bedside, lay down facing each other, and kissed a few more indiscriminately.

"You know more about this than I do, do you get nervous?" Ronoyer couldn't help but ask curiously.

Golando unbuttoned the outer robe of the Holy Son, and slowly pulled out the belt of the robe from one end: "...... Of course, real guns are not the same as actual combat. ”

"Every time, I feel like you're very skilled." Ronoye was not convinced.

Golando smiled: "Oh, do you say that? ”

He reached into the innermost layer of Ronoye's clothing, and sure enough, he heard Ronoye's unsteady laughter.

"Haha, it's so itchy...... Not there. Ronoye took his hand to stop him and led him somewhere else, "Even I know this is the right place......

"You're right." Golando got up and pressed Ronoye, "You've really grown up. ”

The attic at the top of the tower in the middle of the night is like an island in the sea, and everything in the outside world has nothing to do with them at night, even if the world will be destroyed tomorrow...... Nor can anything separate them. 166 Reading Network