Vol 2 Chapter 35: Benefactor's Association (1)

Just as Ethan felt that his blood was completely ignited, shuddering in that charming contact, when he was about to surrender once again under the plunder of the beautiful and dangerous man, the priest suddenly pulled a little distance away. The distance was not much, but it was enough to pull Ethan back into reality from the half-drunken surrender. He lowered his eyes in a weird and ashamed manner, but the priest lifted his cheek gently and whispered softly:
"Although I really want to do something bad to you now, but you have not eaten or drink for two days, I don't want you to pass out."
Speaking ambiguous words in the softest voice, Ethan couldn't help making an unbearable whimper in his throat. Tanithel walked to the door of the room with a low laugh. He had already sensed it before that a service robot was approaching their door, and the door opened at the moment. The robot was holding a large tray filled with dinner plates covered in silver covers, and a hot jar. milk. He activated the dinner equipment in the room, a dining table and two chairs were immediately folded from the wall, and the dinner plate was placed on it. The cover was removed, revealing a strange food that Doisen had never seen before. For example, one of the plates had a dark blue texture and something like meat, and the other soup plate was filled with dark green soup. There is also a bottle filled with a pink liquid like strawberry milk.
Although weird, the fragrance that it exudes is unparalleled. Ethan found out how hungry he was now, so hungry that even when he saw such strange food, his mouth was still drooling wildly.
Tanisel sat down at the other end of the dining table and made a please gesture, "They probably prepared them according to my liking. These are the traditional foods of Eve Star. It may be strange to you people on earth." , But I promise that the taste will never disappoint you."
Ethan sat down on the opposite chair, hesitantly picked up the strange diamond-shaped tableware on the table, scooped up a spoon of the dark green soup, first smelled it, and then quickly put it into his mouth like drinking poison.
To his surprise, the thing was unexpectedly delicious. There is a scallop-like taste, but less fishy, ​​and the taste is as smooth as silk satin. Next, Ethan's appetite seemed to be unsealed, and he began to lose sight of his image and start eating. But the priest just looked at him with a smile, and sometimes sipped the amber liquid in the glass.
After a full meal, he was even allowed to take a comfortable bath in the bathroom. When he came out, he saw the priest kneeling in a direction facing north, with his hands folded on his chest, chanting something like prayers in a low voice. The wall in front of him reflected a strange dynamic picture, a dark, constantly changing shape. Ethan could not see the appearance of the shadow, but with Tanisel's chanting, it gradually elongated its boiling body and gave birth to many twisted beards all over it.
Then, at the last moment, he saw a huge green eye open on the head of the thing...
The sudden intense fear made him whisper. Tanithel's eyes opened suddenly, and the image disappeared without a trace. He got up slowly, without being interrupted by the unhappiness of praying, and looked at Ethan kindly, "Are you scared?"
"That is... what is that?"
"That is the main I choose to believe in."
"That's not Sab Nicholas..."
"No, there are many entropy gods, and this foolish is one of the most senior veterans."
"Stupid?"
"Hahahaha, in the world of those gods, the meaning of stupidity is not the same as what we understand, it is more like-the original meaning of chaos." Tanithel doesn't seem to intend to say too much about it. The content of my beliefs, I sat down by the bed and opened the quilt. I looked back and saw that Ethan was still standing in place, so he patted the seat beside him, "Why is it still not coming? This bed is big enough to sleep the two of us." "
Ethan blushed, but he walked over without hesitating for a long time. Even though he tried to conceal it, his gait still showed a faint eagerness. He was lying on his back next to the priest with some restraint, unconsciously grasping the sheets under him. Seeing him looking expectant and nervous, the priest turned to look at him and laughed in a low voice, "Although you look more delicious after the bath, you just experienced too much and need a good rest tonight."
Ethan heard the ridicule in his words, so he was even more ashamed, shameless, and secretly cursing himself for being so hungry... He turned his back to the priest, pulled the quilt close, almost covering his head. Up. Looking at Ethan, who was hiding like an ostrich, Tanisel's laughter became deeper and more cheerful. He likes this Beta more and more.
Ethan felt a slender, powerful arm around his waist, and a solid, warm chest pressed against his back. The priest's dreamlike voice said behind him, "Have a good dream."
He suddenly felt a sore nose, and he wanted to cry.
Even in the second universe, facing the fear of being isolated and about to be shattered by space, he never shed tears. But now, being held so tenderly from behind, something in my heart seems to collapse suddenly.
It's not that I haven't slept in the same bed with others, but the last time I slept with Samuel, I just slept separately. But the safe and tolerant embrace of the priest reminded him of the distant memory of his childhood sleeping soundly in his father's arms. It also reminded him of the nights spent in Roland's arms.
How long has it been and haven't felt such warmth?
After experiencing the most extreme fear and loneliness, this embrace was like a belated salvation for him. At that moment, the words that Tanithel had planted in his mind before reverberated like a ghost, sacrificing himself, giving everything away, and handing it over to the blond devil. At this moment, for this warmth, he might really be willing to be his slave.
This is his greatest weakness.

When he woke up the next day, the priest was gone. The temperature on the bed has cooled down, Ethan stretched out his hand in a daze and touched the pillow on which Tanisel had been lying, as if he could still touch the sun on the tips of his hair.
Gaining warmth, but losing too quickly, such a subtle gap evoked a sense of loss in my heart.
A set of clean inhuman uniforms was placed nearby, and not long after he was freshened, the door was opened. It was not Tanisel who came in, but a soldier.
The soldier took him on a spaceship, and he saw other inhumans again.
Many of those inhumans deliberately avoided his sight, especially Adam. He pressed his lips tightly, and there was not a trace of temperature in his green eyes. He sat down in the corner seat and fastened his seat belt. During the entire flight, he didn't talk to anyone else, and no one talked to him, only Jarvan occasionally glanced at him.
As soon as he returned to the forbidden city, he received a notice of punishment from Red Earth. All the seven non-humans who participated in that mission had escaped behavior, but because the priest Eve spoke on their behalf, the punishment was reduced, and the moral value was down 10%.
Ethan smiled bitterly and deducted 10 points. In addition to this Neptune mission, his score is currently minus five. And these two missions were a life of nine deaths, if it weren't for Tanithel, it would have been explained in it.
It seems that the so-called forbidden city is like a black hole, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no escape once inside.
Samuel didn't express anything special when he saw him back. He was about to go to the clinic for a physical examination to donate blood. Every time he donated blood, he would get one point of moral value. It seemed that Samuel wanted to make up for the lost points as soon as possible.
"Who caused the blue on your face?" Samuel asked casually as the door closed.
Ethan shrugged, "I hit myself."
"Don't talk, I've been beating someone for a lifetime, can't you tell that it was a man's beating?"
Ethan raised his eyes, his expression calm, "I said, I hit it myself."
Samus frowned slightly, feeling that Ethan's expression was a little darker than before. He did not continue to ask questions, intending to find out what happened from other inhumans.
In the following days, life resumed the pattern of the month before going to Neptune. Get up early every day, quickly finish breakfast, then go to the pipeline maintenance department, put on a helmet, pick up a shovel and strong solvents and other cleaning tools, and drill into the narrow underground pipeline with a few other people to search for blocked pipeline branches . He saw Tai Feng once through the barbed wire fence of the main road that traverses the forbidden city, only to find that the once noble Omega is now attached to an Alpha non-human leader in the west, with two rows of conspicuous tooth marks on his neck. It seems that the boss has found a way to transfer Tai Feng to the Western District, temporarily allowing him to escape from the clutches of Gray Mao.
Ethan became more silent than before, rarely chatting with other inhumans. He carried his tools and followed silently at the back of the team, trekking through the knee-high black sewage, to the pipe blocked by the silt. The only light in the pipe came from the spotlights tied to their helmets. He pushed away a dead mouse floating in front of him, and then continued to shovel the shovel into the black "mud hill" one by one. The pipeline here is very fragile due to its age, so explosives cannot be used to remove the silt, so this is the most primitive method.
Two other non-humans smoked and chatted nearby, saying that a sermon of Chen Zeng a few days ago was forcibly interrupted by guards, and the other small non-human was very angry. And the taller Asian man said that some guards were actually listening to Chen Zeng's sermons, and they might just behave like them.
It seems that this emerging evil doomsday theory has formed a certain trend in the forbidden city. Ethan remembers that when he went out early in the morning, he could still see some inhumans kneeling in his room praying to a cross made by himself. Ethan had never seen so many devout believers around him, and some even started to circulate pamphlets about the prophecies of the Great Evil God in private.
A group of desperadoes trapped in the forbidden city who did not believe in good and evil suddenly began to believe the same prophecy, always feeling that this was not a good thing.
He couldn't understand better what happens when a thought spreads in the crowd in the form of panic. He sighed and reached out to scratch the dry skin on the back of his neck.
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This is the second bullet. Later today (about 8 o’clock in the evening...) there will be today’s third bullet~