The Hypocritical Holy Knight 115 Part 2

The blood elf leaned down and carefully sucked the remaining bloodstains on his lips clean before hoarsely saying to him slowly, "Cecil, I know you are a smart child... So that seed, you knew about it, right?"

Although the last sentence was in the form of a question, it was actually said by the blood elf in an affirmative tone.

He Yan's eyelashes trembled, "..."

This time the other party was too scheming and didn't seem easy to fool, making it impossible for him to play dumb even if he wanted to. It was really too difficult.

Seeing that he did not answer, but only lowered his eyes uneasily, the blood elf did not push him further. His voice seemed to become even more gloomy as he continued to ask, "Knowing of its existence, why did you still seduce me?"

Although the first awakening of "Blessing of Eros" was because he had provoked the Holy Son of Light without knowing it, later, the Holy Son of Light had instead taken the initiative to seduce "Ambrose".

-- Did he have a death wish?

The "Blessing of Eros" was a very domineering existence. In the early stages of being awakened by love and lust, it could be ostensibly suppressed by regulating his own emotions, but if the host accepted the "nourishment" of others without taking any measures, there would be no way in the world to remove it from the host's body.

If "Ambrose" was a completely ignorant person who couldn't resist Cecil's temptation and had a relationship with him, then even the holy water of the elves couldn't save this willful Holy Son of Light!

He Yan: "..."

He wanted to argue that he was just having a wicked sense of fun and was very confident that the other party would not really do anything to him regardless of the situation.

But seeing the blood elf about to explode with anger because of his willfulness, his intuition told him that it was better to obediently "admit his mistake" than to tell the truth.

So when the blood elf's words fell, he stretched out his arms, took the initiative to hold the blood elf's neck, and pleadingly kissed the corner of his tight lips with his own lips that had just been ravaged by the blood elf.

The blood elf looked at the Holy Son of Light who only started acting pitiful after the incident, laughed deeply, and physically educated this Holy Son of Light for the whole night, making him pay a profound price for his willfulness.

......

When He Yan woke up the next day, Ambrose, who had originally been lying beside him, was nowhere to be found. He sat up from the bed, the covers sliding off with his movement, revealing bruises all over his body.

- If someone were to barge in and see him in this state, rumors about him and his contracted knight would likely spread across the entire Delan Continent in no time.

Fortunately, in this magical world, a simple healing spell could completely erase these marks.

After tidying up and having a simple breakfast prepared by Ambrose, He Yan walked out of the tent. Not finding Ambrose after looking around, he asked the holy knight guarding the tent, "Where is your Commander?"

He had been kept up late last night by the unusually angry blood elf, and judging from the sky, it was already close to noon.

Although he didn't expect to complete the mission on the first day of arriving in the Eternal Night Forest, they couldn't be so perfunctory either.

The holy knight respectfully replied, "The commander should currently be in Knight Commander Bruce's tent discussing matters."

He Yan nodded slightly and headed in the direction of the tent mentioned by the holy knight.

When he arrived outside Bruce's tent, he happened to see an expressionless Ambrose lifting the curtain and leading a group of holy knights, including Bruce, out of the tent.

Seeing him, the holy knights all rushed over to salute him with the knight's salute.

Since the Light's Holy Son had already formed a contract with their commander, regardless of the actual situation, they had to show the utmost respect to the Light's Holy Son on the surface.

Having likely arranged matters beforehand, the holy knights dispersed after saluting him, leaving only the Holy Knight's Commander.

Ambrose finally bowed and kissed the back of his hand, his azure eyes seemingly filled with starlight as he gazed at him tenderly, leaning in slightly and considerately asking, "Good morning, are you feeling alright?"

He Yan: "...I'm fine."

The Holy Knight's Commander seemed to have completely calmed down today, with no trace of last night's cruel and ruthless side. After gently inquiring about his well-being, he extended an invitation, "Then, Lord Cecil, please come with me to reinforce the barrier."

Reinforcing and upgrading a high-level defensive barrier was a very difficult task. Among all the bishops and holy knights here, only the two of them had the divine power level to complete this task relatively easily.

During the process of reinforcing the barrier, the Holy Knight's Commander recounted to him point by point the results of the morning discussion he had missed due to his physical condition, "Because of the existence of beastmen with unknown strength, we decided to postpone this mission for now, strengthen our defenses, and resolve the beastman issue first."

Perhaps thinking of some terrible things, Ambrose's eyes deepened a little as he emphasized to him in an almost threatening manner, "Lord Cecil, especially you, must never take a step outside the barrier without my accompaniment."

He Yan obediently nodded and reassured him in turn, "Don't worry too much about me, I do have the ability to protect myself."

This body had immense potential. In the original trajectory, Cecil was able to activate the Light's Forbidden Spell even with part of his powers restricted by the Pope. This time, with precautions, it definitely wouldn't be worse.

However, Ambrose didn't know his thoughts and only gave him a deep look before finally saying noncommittally, "As long as you listen, Cecil, I absolutely won't allow you to be willful again this time."

He Yan: "..."

It seemed the reckless label in this Holy Knight's Commander's heart was impossible to remove.

In the next half day, Ambrose remained busy and calm, directing the holy knights to set up various traps around the area, preparing some little surprises for the "guest" whose whereabouts couldn't be found.

But looking at the handsome face of the Holy Knight's Commander in the sunlight, He Yan saw a deeply hidden gloominess between his brows.

He could be certain that Ambrose's current calmness was just a forced facade, and he was still in an extremely unhappy state.

He had just temporarily suppressed it, and sooner or later this pent-up frustration would be vented.

And this sanctimonious Holy Knight's Commander's way of venting was--

He Yan let out a deep sigh and, taking advantage of no one paying attention, rubbed his bottom with some worry.

Although that area had now been healed by healing magic without any abnormal feeling, the soreness from overuse without a moment's rest was really not something he wanted to experience a second time.

However, before he became Ambrose's "punching bag" again, a more suitable punching bag appeared on schedule at the designated scene according to the script.

The beastman race was indeed the champion of the "least willing to use their brains race on the Delan Continent" evaluation for eighteen consecutive years. The beastman, who was probably the beastman chief himself, not only came to their camp for two consecutive nights, but also absentmindedly stepped into the trap the holy knights had been enthusiastically setting up all afternoon the second time.

Elves were natural trap experts, and these traps guided by Ambrose were extremely hidden and tricky. After falling in, the beastman struggled for a long time, making enough noise to attract all the bishops and holy knights, but still couldn't escape from the trap.

Finally, with a roar full of anger, a mighty male lion with a physique larger than two grown men and muscles bulging all over leaped out of the trap, its mane flaring, appearing in front of the fully armed holy knights.

Seeing the ferocious beastman in front of him, whose beast form was almost two to three times his own size, the Holy Knight's Commander showed his first genuine smile of the day.

He drew his sword hanging at his waist, flashing with a chilling light under the moonlight, instructed the holy knights beside him to "protect the Holy Son", and directly went to meet the enraged beastman.

As both sides were fired up, the man and beast quickly became entangled in battle, and under Ambrose's deliberate guidance, their battlefield moved further and further away from the camp, gradually shifting deeper into the Eternal Night Forest.

The holy knights who didn't join the battle were obviously a bit worried about their commander's safety and hurriedly asked He Yan if they should go support him.

He Yan decisively stopped them, "That beastman is very strong, but far from a match for Ambrose. Since he chose to face him alone, I don't think you need to go over and disturb their fight."

The Eternal Night Forest was originally the stronghold of the elf race, so Ambrose could only gain an advantage by entering it; while the lion was clearly an animal that could exert its greatest strength on flat, open ground, the forest environment was not friendly to the beastman chieftain.

Since the team leader had already instructed them to protect the Holy Son before leaving, it was implied that they were to temporarily obey the orders of this Holy Son. The Knights were a highly disciplined team, so after He Yan spoke, even though some people did not fully agree with his words, all the Knights remained in place.

Listening to the occasional piercing howls of beasts coming from afar, He Yan's gaze gradually became distant.

Just let Ambrose vent properly.

When he had beaten the beastman to his heart's content, perhaps his butt could suffer a little less tonight.

Author's note:

Ambrose: Don't stop me! I can imagine the whole plot by myself (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻