The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano grinned in pain. "I should ask you this question! Why are you excited? Is Leixi and I hindering you?"

"Lei Xi Lei Xi, you are so intimate! You advised me not to go to get the gems, but personally retrieved the lute for your poet. Do you think I am blind and can't see what you mean to him?"

No matter how hard Giuliano struggled, he couldn't get rid of Enzo's suppression. He simply gave up on himself and roared: "What's the matter? The violin is in the tavern, so close, so I took it easily! Besides, his violin is really Antillion's work, and it is worth more than your jewel! Your piece Broken stones can't even afford a single string!"

As soon as he finished roaring, the strength in his body disappeared. He collapsed and sat on the ground, rubbing the bruised wrist that Enzo pinched. The assassin looked down at him. The sunlight passed through the branches and leaves of the dense forest, turned into fine golden spots, and cast on Enzo's hair. His expression was so...disappointed. He didn't say anything, just turned and left.

Giuliano looked at Enzo's back in fear, realizing that he had said something wrong. He was only angry because Enzo was close to Antoine, he didn't mean to belittle Enzo! When the assassin said that the necklace made of gemstones matched his eye color, he was obviously very happy too!

"Wait!" Giuliano scrambled after the assassin, grabbed his sleeve, and tried to stop him. But Enzo shook off him and continued walking. Giuliano fell several times, and finally hugged Enzo's waist from behind and held him tightly.

"Don't go!" Giuliano clasped his hands around Enzo's chest, and his fingertips sank deep into the assassin's lapel, "Don't go! Listen to me! What I, what I said are just temporary anger, don't take it seriously. I'm trying to annoy you on purpose, because you are so good to Antoine, I'm afraid...I'm afraid of you..."

The more he talked, the more sad he felt, and his nose became sour. He and Enzo originally came together because of the equivalent exchange of money and revenge. As long as it does not affect his goal of revenge, it doesn't matter who Enzo gets close to. But he and Enzo have known each other for so long, and they have done everything that should be done and should not be done. The intimate relationship day and night seems to have created a different kind of emotion in his heart. They are both teachers and students, but also companions, can they be regarded as lovers?

He choked up and said, "I'm afraid that you will be snatched away by others, and that you will become someone else's teacher, and you will no longer care about me...I'm so jealous! Why can Antoine win your favor without doing anything? You Do you think he is smarter than me? Do you think that if it were him, he would be a better assassin than me?"

His hands gradually loosened. Enzo was able to turn around and hold his apprentice's face in his hands. The corners of Giuliano's eyes were red, and the emerald eyes were filled with tears that almost burst out. Enzo kissed the corner of his eyes affectionately, and tasted the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

"There's no one better than you," he murmured.

He lifted Giuliano's chin and lowered his head to kiss the soft lips of the young apprentice. He kissed very slowly and shallowly, as if he wanted to melt many fine kisses into the fine autumn sunlight. Giuliano closed his eyes, reveling in their long-lost intimacy, taking advantage of the gap between the breath after the kiss, he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be so nice to Antoine in the future."

"I just want to get some information from him."

"Neither. You swear."

Enzo smiled. "I swear I would never do that to him."

After speaking, he hooked up with his dexterous fingers and easily unbuttoned the bottom button of Giuliano's shirt. As long as he lifted the hem of the shirt, he could reveal the young man's tight waist. Giuliano took a deep breath, and the uncontrollable desire started from the place where Enzo touched, and flowed all over his limbs. He boldly clings to the assassin, rubbing his crotch until the assassin becomes as hard as him.

"Let's change places..." he begged in a low voice.

Enzo's hand moved along his waist and abdomen all the way to his chest, pinched the flesh on his right breast, rubbed and played with it wantonly, causing a series of groans and gasps. "where do you want to go?"

"Go to the waterfall..." Giuliano bit his lips, "the water is so loud that no one will hear it."

Enzo paused for a moment, which meant he was very surprised: "...how loud are you going to shout?"

Giuliano opened his eyes. "It depends on how hard you work."

There is a small natural grotto behind the waterfall, which can accommodate two people just enough. Giuliano and Enzo pushed and shoved, threw their clothes all the way, and finally both passed naked through the waterfall and hid in the grotto. The crash of the falling water was so deafening that they couldn't even hear each other's voices clearly.

Enzo pressed Giuliano against the stone wall, raised one of his legs, and inserted it without any foreplay. Giuliano was shaking with pain, but Enzo didn't let him go, pushing deep until the whole thing was buried in the fragile back hole. The petite hole was stretched to the limit, and the soft meat tightly wrapped around the thick penis. Enzo kissed him predatorily, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The upper and lower mouths were occupied by Enzo, as if even the hole in his heart was filled with something warm. Giuliano couldn't stand still at all, he could only grab Enzo's shoulders and put all his weight on the stone wall behind him and the assassin in front of him. Gravity carried his body down, wedged the thing that had penetrated him even deeper.

The dry passage gradually became wet, and the transparent liquid was secreted from the body and flowed down the thighs. They already know each other's bodies and how to react. Enzo held Giuliano's knees, pushed him against the stone wall, and charged with all his strength. Giuliano screamed, cracking as Enzo moaned through him, cracking as the kiss continued. The roar of the waterfall drowned out the rest of the sound.

The air in the grotto was scorching hot.

Julianos is willing to show Enzo her **** posture. His body was trained by Enzo, why hasn't Enzo seen it? But he still felt rather ashamed. Formerly they had at most worked in the gardens of Umbrella Manor, but now they were in the wilderness. Will it be seen? Would Antoine and Lexi be nosy and come looking for them? In case their affair was broken by the other two companions, he would feel ashamed. But he also secretly hoped that those two people would know about it, that they would know about his relationship with Enzo. He and Enzo were bound together by the "one true" bond...the Assassin had said that it was more unbreakable and inseparable than any other bond. Nobody wants to get involved in their relationship.

So he screamed presumptuously and demanded frantically, even Enzo, who was always comfortable in bed, was tossed enough by his enthusiasm this time. They did it until both of them were exhausted. Giuliano **** in Enzo's belly and Enzo pours his **** into him.

After the affair, the two slipped into the pool under the waterfall to take a bath. It brought Giuliano back to their first time. Also in water. They seem to have a special relationship with water. Enzo gently helped him clean his back, stretched the opening of the hole with his fingers, and got out the cloudy liquid that was shot in the hole. When the cleaning was almost finished, Giuliano stopped Enzo.

"Don't get it all out," he whispered, blushing.

"…What do you want to do?"

Giuliano could hardly look Enzo in the eye!

"That's your thing...I think...I want to stay in it..." As he spoke, his voice became softer, and his face became hotter and hotter. It's a good thing he's submerged in water now, otherwise he'd be burning hot!

"It will be hard," said Enzo, "and you will have to ride."

"I can ride with you. Let Antoine and Lexi share the same horse."

Enzo pulled out his finger and slapped Giuliano's buttocks with a splash.

"Cunning little thing." Enzo said with a giggle.

Antoine was barefoot, with his trouser legs rolled up, holding a sharpened branch, standing in the stream to spear a fish. He grew up in a mountain village since he was a child, and has rich experience in survival in the wild. Forking a few fish is a piece of cake. He had already forked two and was looking for a third. Grills were set up over the fire, and his spoils were roasting, and it was the bard's job to keep an eye on the grills, lest their food be scorched.

"Ah! Look, Mister Poet! It's Giuliano and Enzo who are back!" Antoine set up a shade with his hands and looked up the stream. The two figures descended along the stream, weren't they the two partners who had left earlier? Enzo looks fine, why is Giuliano's face so red? Antoine thought, there must be a quarrel. But looking at them side by side, they must have reunited. But, why did Giuliano button the wrong button again? Before he left, he buttoned up the wrong button, and now it has been buttoned down wrongly, how careless he is!

Antoine waved to them excitedly: "Hey—Enzo! Giuliano! You are back!" After the two walked in, the young swordsman jumped back to the shore and said, "How is the road explorer?"

Giuliano turned his head and stared at an autumn grass on the ground, as if unwilling to speak to him. Enzo's eyes were full of smiles, and he replied: "Sure enough, there is a waterfall ahead, and there is no way." He looked at the grilled fish on the fire, "Did you catch the fish? It's just right. Let's go on the road after eating. Giuliano You don't mind riding a horse with me? He says his horse doesn't listen to him, but only to Lexie, and there's nothing he can do about it."

"I don't care." The poet shrugged.

"Wait, wait! What are you talking about? Where are we going?"

"Go to the mountain near your hometown and make a break with the Viscount."

Antoine dropped the harpoon in fright. "Are you kidding me? There are only four of us, how could we beat the Viscount? Not only do they have the upper hand in numbers, they are also well-trained soldiers!"

"I know." Enzo bent down and picked up the harpoon, "I didn't say I was going to deal with the viscount's elite soldiers."

He thoughtfully put the harpoon back into Antoine's hand, "Only deal with the Viscount alone. That would be four against one."

Volume 3 Dragon Seeker