Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 209: Knight of Dark Disaster 38

The dark knight lowered his head obediently, allowing the handsome crown prince to stroke his head. The corners of his lips, which were always pursed into a straight line, were slightly raised, forming a strong contrast with his extremely aggressive appearance, which could easily arouse some dark thoughts in people's hearts.

This was the scene that Tarnov saw when he walked into the banquet hall. He rubbed his index finger and thumb gently, and the touch of touching Cherno's hair a few days ago seemed to still remain on his fingertips.

Almost there, he will succeed soon.

The king's appearance completely silenced the noisy banquet hall, and Tarnov's appearance lived up to his reputation as the most beautiful king.

At this moment, he was not wearing the majestic and gorgeous royal robes, nor was he wearing the black crown of thorns on his head that everyone found incomprehensible. Instead, he was wearing a pure white slim-fitting aristocratic dress, a half-shoulder cloak with a silver pendant chain, and a dazzling sapphire adorning it. He looked luxurious and low-key, but his royal aura made him stand out from the crowd and attract attention.

He showed a standard aristocratic smile, decent and elegant, "Please continue, everyone. This banquet is just for fun and relaxation. There is no need for any seriousness. Just treat me as a host. There is no need for a king here today."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, but they were still nervous, fearing that they would accidentally anger this unpredictable king.

Who knows if he will find some unfounded crime to accuse them if he is unhappy? Isn't that how Guinness was dragged out?

Thinking of this, many people secretly glanced at the crown prince who looked gentle but actually had an unpredictable temper, and worried about their future.

Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. Every proverb in Donghuang is full of philosophical meaning.

Seeing Tarnov walking straight towards him, Ze subconsciously took a step forward and slightly protected Xu Yan. With a respectful smile on his face, he bowed to Tarnov and said, "Father."

Xu Yan also bent slightly and performed a knight's salute to show his loyalty. The curve of the corners of his mouth was straightened again, and even his standing posture became much stiffer, completely lacking the relaxation and naturalness he had before.

Tarnov glanced at him lightly, then returned his gaze to Ze, "Is everything ready? If you need anything, you can go directly to the treasury to get it."

After saying that, a key emitting magical fluctuations was handed to Ze.

Ze took it respectfully with both hands, "Thank you, father. We will not let you down."

"Okay." Tarnov replied calmly, and looked at Xu Yan again, "You must always stay by Ze's side, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xu Yan bowed his head respectfully.

Tarnov looked at him and smiled, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. "There is no king here. I am your father."

Xu Yan was silent for a moment, and finally his tone relaxed, "Father."

"Yeah." Tarnov turned around and went upstairs with satisfaction.

Xu Yan and Ze stood there respectfully and watched him leave. After his figure completely disappeared around the corner, Ze pulled Xu Yan out of the hall and came to the empty back garden. After using magic to construct a magical space, he raised his hand and untied the black satin, revealing Xu Yan's gorgeous red eyes.

Seeing Ze looking like he was facing a great enemy, Xu Yan gave him a gentle smile and comforted him softly, "Brother, I'm fine."

The call of "brother" in a normal tone sounded so tender to Ze's ears that his ears turned red. Coupled with his thoughts about Xu Yan, he inexplicably felt a kind of BD pleasure.

It’s no wonder that pervert is so obsessed with wanting Xu Yan’s eyes. Even Ze, who has watched them countless times from close range, can’t help but indulge in the gentle and calm red sea every time he looks into such a pair of eyes.

What he didn't know was that his dear brother was also somewhat addicted when looking at his pale golden eyes, but this feeling of addiction was completely different from his own. It was as if he really fell into the deep sea, feeling suffocated but unable to escape.

The light golden pupils were the nightmare that tormented him for more than ten years.

Even if these eyes belong to the brother he trusts and relies on the most.