The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 174 Escape

After doing all this, Iverley was almost ready to leave. He stood up and when he walked out of the cage, he paused and looked at Losxiu who was sitting in the cage.

　　The room was still too dark, perhaps making Losxiu unable to tell the time.

　　Losxiu held the cheese he had given him and placed it between his legs. His body was covered in blood. He looked up at Iverley, hesitated for a moment, raised his lips slightly, and revealed a faint smile. The gloom between his brows seemed to have dispelled some of his handsome face.

　　"Iverley, I'll wait for you."

　　Although his voice was hoarse, it was still particularly pleasant to hear when he said this. The wounds on his body seemed to add a sense of messy beauty, like a rose blooming tenaciously in a barren land.

　　"Well, I'll come," Iverley said.

　　He should give his partner some confidence. Iverley felt that Losxiu seemed a little uneasy. He knelt on one knee in front of him again, squatted down and stretched out his hand. Losxiu glanced at his hand, paused, and raised his own hand.

　　He had a silver chain on his hand that bound his wrist, and there were wounds on his finger joints.

　　Iverley avoided his injured area and shook his hand, with his thumb resting on the base of his palm, just like the gesture of shaking hands with a comrade-in-arms.

　　A refreshing smile appeared on Iverley's face.

　　"After all, we have an agreement." His amber eyes stared at him, and he said as if he was reading an oath, "You must trust your knight."

　　There were calluses on Iverley's palms, which were the marks left by years of holding the sword. He didn't hold his hand very hard, just for a moment and then let go.

　　Losxiu lowered his hands, and Iverley stood up, with footsteps audible, but he was not walking towards the door.

　　The curtains at the window over there were opened a little, and Iverley stood by the window and looked up to confirm that the gap was not conspicuous.

　　He turned his head and said, "This way you can see the light."

　　Los Xiu's eyelashes trembled twice, and his eyes moved slightly, like small stones falling into the water, causing ripples.

　　In the evening, it was time for the patrol knights in the castle to change shifts.

　　"Iverley isn't in the room again?"

　　"I don't know where he went. That guy has been favored by Earl Austin recently and has been running out every day."

　　"What can we do? It's his fault for being so popular in the jousting competition. Macallan, don't let him pee on your head, hahahaha..."

　　There were loud laughter coming from the room. Several knights were sitting together, holding their helmets in their hands. The peacock feathers on them were shaking with their movements. The knight named Macallan had a gloomy face.

　　In the past, Iverley was just a small follower of his. In the duel, he had some kind of luck and actually defeated the knights of Antonio's family.

　　When Iverley returned to his room, he heard the noise inside.

　　"It's just a temporary glory. How long can he stay proud?" He heard a male voice inside saying in a sinister tone, "Now he is not doing his job all day. Sooner or later, the Earl will see his true colors!"

　　"true colors?"

　　A clear male voice suddenly interrupted, and the gloating voices in the room stopped for a moment. Crisp footsteps were heard at the door, and the man's black boots came into their sight. His amber eyes were pure, and there was a gentle smile on his handsome face.