readsfreenovel Chapter 488 Brother
Chapter 488 Brother
"Your beloved Lord Judge."
Lin Ci'an's fingers trembled slightly. The wound still had unhealed burn marks, caused by the unique punishment spell of the Court of Light.
"What did he say?" Lin Ci'an's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Chu Ziyu leaned forward, his nose almost touching his: "It is said that your guard knight... I can see that your eyes are not very clear." His thumb stroked Lin Ci'an's wrist, "So I rewarded him with thirty lashes of light punishment - to make me remember my identity."
"Boss, wasn't this injury caused by Chu Yuntian?"
"We can't expose him yet."
As the dusk deepened, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the gauze curtain onto their intertwined hands. Lin Ci'an suddenly discovered that there was a long, thin, old scar on the inside of Chu Ziyu's wrist - it was the mark of a poisonous blade scratching her five years ago in order to protect him.
Memories came flooding back. That rainy night, the young knight protected him under his body, blood dripping down his silver armor onto his face...
"Why..." Lin Ci'an's eyes suddenly became hot, "Why should I..."
Chu Ziyu stared at him silently for a moment, and suddenly took out a small golden sun badge from his arms - the symbol of the Holy Son's Guard Knights. On the back of the badge was engraved a line of small words: Willing to die for His Highness.
"Do you still think..." He put the badge into Lin Ci'an's palm, his voice hoarse, "Will I betray you?"
Lin Ci'an's fingertips touched the concave and convex marks on the badge.
The blackening value is reduced by 5%, and the current blackening value is 70%.
Chu Ziyu suddenly stood up, and with the clanging sound of his armor, he resumed his respectful attitude: "I have overstepped the bounds, please punish me, Lord Saint."
The sound of the door being pushed open suddenly rang out, interrupting the stagnant air in the bedroom.
Lin Ci'an quickly hid the golden sun badge in his sleeve and looked towards the door. Chu Ziyu almost instinctively stood in front of the bed, his hand on the hilt of the sword.
The door of the bedroom was pushed open, and the bishop and a team of Templar Knights were standing outside the door.
"Holy Son, be well"
The red-robed old man in the lead glanced at them sinisterly: "Sir, I heard that there was something wrong with today's baptism ceremony?"
Lin Ci'an clenched the badge in his hand and slowly sat up straight. When he spoke again, his voice had regained the ethereal and majestic power that a Holy Son should have:
"It's okay, it's just a revelation from the God of Light." He glanced at the chief judge behind the bishop, and a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you for coming here so late at night... Are you in a hurry to confirm something?"
The bishop's face changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Ziyu had already stood in front of Lin Ci'an's bed calmly, his hand on the hilt of the sword: "The Holy Son needs to rest."
The judge narrowed his eyes: "How dare a knight..."
"Step back." Lin Ci'an said softly.
These two words were like an oracle, and the air in the whole room was stagnant. The bishop bowed and left with a sullen face, but the chief judge looked at Chu Ziyu meaningfully and said, "See you in the court tomorrow, Your Excellency the Knight."
When the door finally closed, Lin Ci'an's strong momentum collapsed instantly. He grabbed Chu Ziyu's sleeve and asked, "What are they going to do to you?"
Chu Ziyu gently brushed his hand away and tucked the quilt for him: "Go to sleep, there is a divine grace ceremony tomorrow."
When he turned around, the sun emblem on his armor glowed blood-red in the candlelight.
The moment the door was closed, Lin Ci'an opened his eyes, stood up, put on his clothes, and climbed out of the window. He had something to do.
"Boss, what is the Inquisition going to do?"
"It's nothing more than a scapegoat, and I happened to be there. However, the most important thing now is how to fool that old fox."
A tall man who looked 70% like Chu Ziyu was leaning against the door frame at the corner, his silver-white uniform making his face look even more stern.
He was playing with a dark red ring on his fingertips, which was a token of the Chu family's patriarch, but his eyes were on Chu Ziyu.
"Brother."
Chu Ziyu's voice echoed in the empty corridor.