Ricky slammed the door with a straight face and left. The cold wind followed the swinging door panels and blew out the candlelight.
For a long time, this small room was quiet.
The moment I saw Ricky's tall and dark figure holding on to his crutch and leaving with difficulty, my nose actually felt a little sore, and something strange grew in my heart.
My half-brother...
I don’t know why, but at this moment, I believed him, and believed that he definitely didn’t want to throw me to Agamand’s house, even if he was as fierce, ruthless and annoying as ever.
And what the hell is going on with that engagement deal? Why do they all know, but I haven't heard anything about it? !
My father, the only person I thought was kind to me in this family, actually wanted to abandon me to a person I had never met so long ago? !
Those things make me more and more annoyed the more I think about them!
"Believe me, Messiah," just as I was gritting my teeth, Dallion, who was standing beside the bed, spoke. It seemed that he was a little panicked. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold my shoulder, but before I He took his hand back with a glare, "I'm absolutely not talking nonsense! I'm sorry for saying this at this time, but..."
"I believe you, Dallion, all the time." I moved backwards with great effort, and leaned on the damp and cold pillow. "You, how much do you know? About this matter?" I said, I rubbed my cold hands and patted the bed, "Come and sit down!"
Support--
The bed board groaned slightly, and he leaned next to me, and put the cloak with burning body temperature on my shoulders. After doing that, he pressed his chest with his hand and his back stooped. It was obvious that his wound hurt again. After thinking about it, I stuffed the pillow behind him.
"I'm fine, Messiah." He said softly, trying to pull out the pillow, but I turned around and held my shoulders with both hands.
"Tell me about this, Dallion," I knelt straight and stared condescendingly into his blue eyes, "I want to know everything you know."
His Adam's apple twitched, and then he nodded.
"Back then, when your father swore allegiance to Lordaeron, Gree, the patriarch of the Agamand family, was much more powerful. Your father was deeply aware of this."
"Gligo?" The name he said made me almost scream. The hand on his shoulder suddenly tightened, causing his face to wrinkle. "So, my father wants to marry me to a Someone who can be my father?!"
"Hiss... No, it's not, Messiah." Dallion winced and carefully broke away from my fingertips, "The person you are engaged to is his nephew, and he was named Gligo. "
"Why not a sari?! Not Ilysia?!"
"It is said that he chose you."
"I am a commodity? Let him choose?! Who is he?! I have met him?! I have never seen any Glico!"
Dallion looked at me for a long time and then told me with great hesitation, "You have met, Messiah."
"Where?!"
"In Nanhai Town."
"Nanhai Town? When?! I don't even know!"
He scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "There are so many people who have seen you... in your most majestic appearance."
That sentence made me startled, and I subconsciously looked at the small scar at the corner of his mouth.
That scar made me withdraw my hand with guilt.
Was it then? It’s been almost seven or eight years, right? !
I sneered and stepped back a little, "We were all kids at that time. How old is he?"
"Like us, then... when he was young..."
"Very good." I rubbed my knuckles and smiled grimly, "This time, I will make this kid regret it."
Dallion's eyes lit up, "...Yes, Messiah, let's go to Agamand Manor together to wake him up."
