Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 179: Knight of Dark Disaster 08

The wind and snow stopped, but the snowfield was still cold.

The Slavic country is like this, with either snowfields or snow-capped mountains and forests. The area is vast and sparsely populated, and you often don't see a trace of human habitation for a long time. If there is no local to lead the way, you may get lost in the vast white wilderness if you plunge into it.

Tang Ze was sitting in the carriage at the moment. The sky outside the window was always white and gray. At first glance, it seemed like he was locked in a completely white space, with a desolate, closed and suffocating feeling.

The dark eyes were blank for a moment, and then returned to silence.

"Thank you for taking me to the capital."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

The young man with black hair and black eyes was as cold and stern as a sharp blade, but when you really get to know him, you find that he is a very patient and gentle person except that he doesn't talk much.

And Chernow... a lot like that.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with the Third Prince?"

Cartel was so curious that he asked tentatively.

Tang Ze raised his eyes to look at him and thought for a moment.

According to blood relationship, this man should be his brother-in-law, so he was much more patient out of love for him.

"My love, he is my love."

Cartell first said "oh" and nodded, then suddenly he froze, his expression gradually twisted and petrified.

After a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "What...what did you say?"

Seeing Cartel's retro Central European style, Tang Ze was prepared for this man to not accept it, and he repeated in a calm tone, "He is my lover, we are together."

......

Carter didn't know how many times he had remained silent today.

First, I heard this gentleman surnamed Tang say that his brother, the God of Killing, was an excellent musician and performer. Then I heard him say that his brother was a hero who saved his country...

I finally came to terms with these two divergent styles of painting, and then another bomb was thrown into my head.

He felt a little confused.

There are some playful people among the nobles who would engage in homosexuality, but this kind of union is not allowed by the Pure White God, so they are just playing around. Eventually they will still have children with the opposite sex and reproduce.

But this Mr. Don...said that he and Cherno were lovers.

Cartel took several deep breaths before he found his voice again. He looked with complicated eyes at the young man opposite him who was calmly waiting for him to come back to his senses.

"Excuse me, sir, but my father would not agree to you being together."

He once tried to maintain a good relationship with his third brother. This might be considered heresy, but he actually didn't particularly believe in the existence of gods.

That's why he is here at the border.

He was banished here by his once most beloved father, just because he tried to get close to his third brother.

He still remembers that when he was only ten years old, he knelt before the throne, and his elegant and majestic father abandoned him in such a calm tone, and threw him to the desolate border.

"Cartel, don't try to get close to people you shouldn't be close to."

These were the last words his father said to him.

So he has been trapped in the border until now. If it weren't for the Crown Prince's selection of contracted knights, he would probably have to wait until his second brother took over before he would be allowed to return to the capital...

The reason why he was so sure was that he and his second brother were brothers from the same father and mother. When he left, his brother had seriously promised that he would definitely let him return home.

"why?"

The young man's suddenly cold voice brought Cartell back to his senses. He caught a glimpse of murderous intent in those dark eyes.

Cartell, who had long since given up any expectations of royal affection, did not feel offended, but instead felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He could sense the unfathomable strength of this mysterious young man. If... he assassinated his father, could he go home?

He missed his mother and brother deeply.

Although they would visit him occasionally, he would rather see his family every day.

A second after this outrageous thought came to his mind, Cartell suppressed it. No, that was his father after all. Even if he no longer considered him his father, he was still his king and the one he should be loyal to.

Besides...there are probably few people in this world who can be a match for the Slavic King.

His father's strength is not only in physical strength, but also in brainpower.

Moreover, he controls such a powerful country.

"My father..." Cartell carefully chose his words, trying not to misunderstand the young man, but unfortunately... he had never been good at languages.

"He doesn't let anyone contact the Third Prince. It seems that he hates the Third Prince very much, but in fact he cares about the Third Prince very much. It's just... it seems that he has a strong possessiveness?"

"Even if we, as royals, try to get close to the Third Prince, we will be punished." Cartel pointed at himself and said, "This is why I, as a royal, live on the border."

However, after hearing his words, Tang Ze's expression suddenly changed.

It was as if he turned from a taciturn gentleman into a bloody butcher in an instant.

This is the momentum that only those who have killed countless enemies on the battlefield can possess.

The young cartel, who had just turned twenty and lived in a remote border area, had never seen anyone like him.

He was like a frightened cat, his back pressed tightly against the soft backrest, not daring to move or even blink.

Finally, Tang Ze finally let out a hoarse laugh from the depths of his throat, and a smile appeared on his face, which was unusual for him.

Cartel felt a chill on the back of his neck and immediately wanted to crush the warning magic stone in his hand, but he missed.

Tang Ze changed his previous humble attitude. He pinched the magic stone in Cartel's hand between his fingertips and played with it, and then it suddenly broke into powder without any fluctuation of magic power.

The pair of black eyes that were originally calm were now full of ferocity, but the voice was gentler than before, "I think, Your Highness, you have to do me a favor."

Cartell kept sitting upright and nodding hurriedly, like a white goose with its neck strangled.

"First, please tell me everything you know about Cherno, without missing a word."