The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano didn't get candy.

Halfway through, the sky was already so gloomy that people shuddered. Knowing the horrors of the coming fall storm, locals took refuge in their homes. There are hardly any pedestrians on the street. The candy store has long since closed. Giuliano played with the silver coin Enzo had given him, feeling anxious, as if he couldn't get rid of his depression without spending it. A spice shop next door was still open, so Giuliano went in and bought a jar of honey. The boss slickly boasted that this is the best honey in autumn, so delicious that the bee farm is attacked by bears from time to time. Giuliano was impatient to listen to his nonsense, hung the honey pot on his waist, paid the money and left.

Enzo deliberately pushed him away, so he should hang around outside for a while, and then go back after they finish talking. But he couldn't wait to know the content of the conversation between the two. The storm was coming, he went back early, and "accidentally" heard something he shouldn't have heard... Enzo probably wouldn't blame him either.

He went back to the hotel and asked the proprietress if Leixi was still there. The proprietress looked like a ghost, and replied hesitantly: "I'm still...I think...he should still be there. Anyway, I didn't see him leave. But if he is as elusive as you are, then I can't be sure."

Giuliano went upstairs happily, secretly pleased with his stealth skills. He couldn't help but lighten his steps, and sneaked like a cat to the door of the albatross suite. He thought that maybe even Enzo wouldn't notice that he was lurking at the door.

He put his ear against the door, listening to the sounds in the room. At first, he could only vaguely hear two people talking, but once he calmed down, the voice gradually became clear.

"This is our way of life. In the eyes of the gods, all people are tools and pawns."

"And you are actually willing to worship such a god?"

"You can't measure the gods by the moral standards of mortals..."

Uh, he originally thought that the two were negotiating about the salary, but he didn't expect that they were discussing such profound theological issues... Enzo also likes to talk to him about these things when he usually teaches, what is the philosophy of Erice Iniesta, really and the teachings of the God of Disguise, but Giuliano never regarded them as objective knowledge, and never imagined that he would one day actually believe in them.

The topic of the two quickly turned in another direction.

"Do you need me to do anything for you?"

"Not you. Your apprentice Giuliano."

Hearing his name, Giuliano's heart trembled. What did Lexi want him to do? Could it be that the bard will also have a vendetta and ask him to kill someone?

"...In that case, let me taste the fruits of your hard work."

"you…!"

"Let him stay with me for one night, and I will agree to your request."

Giuliano was dumbfounded. Rexi...are you alright? What does this mean? He was a friend as a bard, and this "friend" actually wanted to sleep with him? He must be joking! But judging from his tone, it doesn't sound like he's joking at all... Could it be that he's serious? !

What the **** is Reshi trying to do? Testing Enzo's bottom line? Or is it true to him... He always thought that the bard was very indifferent to the world, so why would he covet him?

His heart turned cold. Okay, okay... Even if Lei Xi is not the gentleman he imagined, Enzo will definitely not agree to this shameful request... No, it is simply a threat! Enzo will never let him sell his body in exchange for a shortcut to accomplish the task!

He pressed against the door panel, for fear of missing a word.

A bolt of lightning across the sky, like a spear thrown by the gods, pierced Giuliano's heart.

He heard Enzo's answer.

A few seconds after the lightning, accompanied by deafening thunder, Giuliano rushed down the stairs in a panic. There was a constant rumbling in his ears, but it wasn't the thunder that echoed repeatedly, but Enzo's voice.

He said "deal".

In an instant, the torrential rain drenched the entire city. Giuliano rushed into the storm regardless of the proprietress' dissuasion. The cold rain soaked his whole body, but it couldn't extinguish the flame of anger in his chest. He didn't feel cold at all, only angry. Enzo betrayed him! Enzo used his body to make deals with others! How can he! How dare he? Why is he like this...

The violent wind and rain were like thousands of hammers, beating Giuliano's body mercilessly. But he couldn't feel anything. The bitterness in his heart has surpassed the pain in his body and dominated everything about him. He felt so helpless. Like the night he ran away from home and ran through the streets of Vanessa, when he lost everything and was only one step away from death. Then he met Enzo.

He once thought that he was abandoned by Enzo and desperately wanted to challenge Governor Boniwell alone, but later he knew that was just his excessive delusion. Enzo would never abandon him.

But now he feels that Enzo might as well abandon him at that time, it's better...better than handing him over to someone else.

Someone took his arm and dragged him from the stormy street to the safety and comfort of the roof. Giuliano was drenched as if he had just climbed out of the sea. Water dripped from his hair, stinging his eyes. Someone handed him a towel. He took it mechanically, dried his face and hair, and then realized that it was Leixi who helped him.

The bard had his usual indifference on his face: "Why are you raining outside?"

Giuliano couldn't meet his eyes. all because of you. he said in his heart. I can't believe you are such a person.

"I…nothing…" he muttered.

"I've finished talking with Enzo, you go up, he's waiting for you."

With that, the bard pulled up his hood. Instead of waiting for the bad weather to pass, he walked straight into the storm. His clothes were soon soaked, and the howling wind almost blown him away, but he was not affected at all, as if he was not braved the autumn storm to advance hard, but was sitting in the fine spring rain stroll.

Giuliano stepped up the stairs in a daze, leaving a puddle of water with every step. The proprietress grabbed the mop and moaned after him to wipe the floor. Although she was dissatisfied, she never dared to criticize the guests. Something must have happened between the bard and Enzo, oh, she has seen a lot of men who have been in chaos and abandoned, otherwise Giuliano would not have a sad look on his face. The poor boy probably never suffered such a shock. The proprietress used her rich imagination to make up for the relationship between the three of them who were constantly cutting things off and still messing up.

Giuliano pushed the door open without knocking. Enzo slumped in the chair, resting his chin in thought. His side face is like a marble sculpture, every outline is meticulously carved by skilled craftsmen, there is no flaw, it is so perfect that it is not human. Giuliano suddenly realized that perhaps Enzo had never considered himself a "person". He has always been a silent person, just a nameless ghost under a mask and costume. His wisdom, talent, and even his body are all tools that can be used and bargaining chips that can be traded. He once exchanged his body with Mrs. Manley for a letter of recommendation. At that time, he was so casual, just like taking out a bag of gold coins. Needless to say, he must have exchanged others.

So am I also his bargaining chip? thought Giuliano. If I become a reticent, must I also trade my body from time to time? Is this commonplace for reticents? The relationship between me and Enzo is nothing more than an exchange of equal value, exchanging my body for the education of the mute. So... it's all just deals?

Enzo found him entering the room and waved to him, motioning him to approach. Giuliano noticed that Enzo's palm was red, as if he had been scalded by something.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked hoarsely.

Enzo curled up his fingers to cover the scar: "It's nothing. Where's the candy?"

He still remembers this. Giuliano lifted his cloak, took off the jar of honey, and threw it on the table with a bang. Fortunately, the quality of the jar is excellent, otherwise it will definitely suffer. "The candy store was closed, so I bought honey."

Enzo unscrewed the jar and smelled it. The jar was tightly sealed and no water had entered. Enzo dipped a bit of honey with his index finger, put it into his mouth, and twirled his tongue deftly on his fingertips.

Giuliano's throat tightened. He used to lick my fingers like that. The young apprentice thought bitterly. There are many, many other places. He made my body like this and told me to sleep with other men.

Enzo put down the honey pot. "You're soaking wet."

Giuliano tried his best to squeeze out a pale smile, pretending not to know anything: "It happened to be raining when I came back. What a coincidence." He couldn't just say "I eavesdropped on your conversation, and I rushed out of the door in a moment of excitement, but was caught." Drenched into a drenched chicken."

"Take off your clothes."

Giuliano hesitated for a moment, but chose to follow Enzo's order. He took off the wet cloak and threw it aside, then the colorful costumes (didn't have time to change them out), the shirts and underwear inside. After taking off his shirt, he tore off his belt. Enzo got up and went around behind him. Giuliano didn't dare to turn his head, for fear of meeting Enzo's eyes. He took out his anger on his clothes, ripped off his pants, kicked off his boots, and finally stood naked in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but the emerald necklace around his neck.

He held the gem and wanted to take it off as well, but a soft cloth towel suddenly fell on his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

"Wipe dry," said Enzo, "don't catch a cold."

Giuliano took the cloth towel and wiped it casually. Why do you care about him? Afraid that he will get sick, can't he please Lei Xi well?

Enzo pulled the cloth away, put it on Giuliano's shoulder again, and wiped it carefully. His movements were so gentle that he was afraid of hurting his apprentice. Giuliano has a sore nose. In the past, after their love affair ended, he was often too tired to move. Enzo hugged him to bathe and clean himself, and then he wiped his body so carefully. Things are very different now. Enzo treats him like a precious and fragile object, and doesn't the store owner always like to wipe the merchandise on the shelves to keep them clean?

The cloth brushed over his shoulders, arms and chest, along his back, and the rough feeling went all the way to his waist. Enzo knelt down on one knee and wiped off the water on the outside of his thigh. The assassin's fingers brushed against his skin, making him shudder.

Giuliano's legs went limp. Enzo pushed him, and he took a staggered step, propped his hands on the table, and stabilized his body just now. He turned around, the assassin approached silently, he had no way to retreat, he could only sit on the table. Enzo touched his knees, spread his legs, and put the cloth towel between his legs, rubbing the inner thighs. He knew Enzo did it on purpose. what is this? test? See if he's sensitive enough to get hard instantly? If Enzo intended that, he succeeded. Even reluctantly, Giuliano could not resist Enzo's deadly touch. He bit his lips tightly, trying to grab the cloth towel from Enzo's hand to cover his body, but failed. Enzo threw the cloth towel casually, lifted one of Giuliano's legs, forcing him to lie halfway on the table, then opened his trousers, took out his own hard object, and stepped forward to insert it.