As Sehir spoke haltingly, Isri finally showed a satisfied look in his eyes, picked up the water glass from the tray, and brought it to Sehir's lips.
"So obedient."
However, since he hadn't had any water in a long time, most of the water in the cup had spilled out from his mouth, and Sesil unconsciously kept his mouth open.
Suddenly, the water flowing down from above disappeared, and Sehir frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with the person who had poured the water.
Isri stared at Ceshir's lips and chuckled, "Young master, don't blame me, you're wasting too much water."
As he spoke, Isri lifted his water glass and drank a little water. He then reached out and pinched Ceshir's face, parting his mouth into an arc, and leaned down to kiss him.
A cool sensation flowed down his throat through his teeth, and Cecil's brows finally relaxed a little as he greedily sucked the water from Isri's mouth.
The sudden movement startled Isri, but he quickly recovered and followed Cesil's lead.
This was the first time he had ever kissed the goddess he had longed for. Her slightly pink lips had been constantly teasing his desire, and this time he finally got his wish.
Like Eve stealing the forbidden fruit, there was tension, excitement, and fear, as the sweet flesh was now in her mouth.
Islam's heart was in turmoil, the suppressed desires constantly surging through his cerebral cortex, and the so-called fear and tension were only momentary.
He extended his tongue and gently touched the dry, cracked area between Cesil's lips. The stimulation of the saliva made Cesil frown slightly, but Isri was unwilling to give up and continued to gnaw on the fruit he coveted.
After finishing the water in his mouth, Isri took a second sip and pried open the teeth of the person on top of him to send a cool sensation inside.
This action lasted for more than ten minutes, and Sehir finally felt relieved. Because he was so exhausted, he leaned against Isri and fell asleep without any guard.
As Isri looked at the sleeping person on his body, and the reddened lips from being kissed, the burning desire in his eyes grew even more terrifying.
"Young master, you'd better be more wary of me, your taste is too tempting."
Chapter 87
Islam sighed, raised his hand to touch his lips, and after a while put the person back on the blanket. He got up, locked the door, and prepared to close it to prepare lunch.
But then, as if suddenly remembering something, Isri took out a pen and paper, wrote a line, put it in the cage, and then turned and went out the door.
When Isri returned from outside, Sehir was still asleep. Looking at the sleeping man, Isri picked up the piece of paper that was on the ground and put it back into his pocket.
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"Young Master, it's time to get up."
Isri spoke softly in Sehir's ear.
Cesil frowned slightly, tugged at the corner of his lips, felt a sharp pain, then opened his eyes and stared blankly at Isri.
Ultimately, it couldn't overcome the actions of a madman.
Sehir raised his arm to his forehead, propped himself up from the ground, and seeing that Isri didn't speak, he reached out and took the hot soup from the person in front of him, sipped his lips and drank it.
Sehir ate very slowly, and Isri waited patiently beside him, his gaze fixed on her bright red lips.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Suddenly, Sehir opened his mouth abruptly, looking at Isri. Seeing that Isri did not speak, Sehir lowered his head again and opened his mouth once more: "I won't run."
Isri took the empty bowl from Sehir, took out the key from his waist, reached out to Sehir's ankle, and the lock clicked shut, the iron ring splitting in two.
A hint of surprise flashed in Cecil's eyes. He stretched his ankles, stood up, and took a few steps out of the cage and headed straight for the bathroom.
After watching the bathroom door close, Isri turned his head to the side before starting to clear the plates from the food cart.
Just as Islam was about to get up and push the food cart out, a sudden noise came from downstairs. Islam frowned, stopped what he was doing, opened the door, and went downstairs.
As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw that the first floor had been surrounded by a group of police officers. A hint of displeasure flashed in Islam's eyes. The officer in charge saw Islam and immediately stepped forward, speaking impatiently.
Where have you been these past few days?
The sudden question made Isri's displeasure even more apparent. He looked up to meet the eyes of the person in front of him and asked in a calm tone, "Is there something you need?"
The officer raised his hand to light a cigarette, but suddenly, Islam grabbed the hand that was holding the match, his voice even colder.
"Sorry, my owner doesn't like the smell of smoke."
Hearing Islam say this, the officer's face became even more disdainful. He shook Islam's hand off with one hand, his tone sarcastic.
"How long has Duke Cretis been missing? And you're still calling him master?"
The officer chuckled a few times, then said, "I think you're someone's discarded thing. Poor little servant, you've been abandoned by the Duke and you don't even know it. You're still obediently acting as a watchdog here. I feel a little sorry for you."
After he finished speaking, the police officers standing behind him chuckled a few times without realizing it, looking at Isri as if he were a clown.
The story of Duke Cretis's disappearance among the nobility was widely circulated, with various versions circulating, but the fundamental truth remained the same: this poor little servant of the Cretis family was an abandoned watchdog.
Seeing that Islam remained silent, the higher-ranking officers became more assertive: "Men, seize him and take him back for a thorough interrogation."
"Yes!" The people behind rushed forward and charged towards Islam.
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Hearing the noise in his room, Hilton paused for a moment, then came out and followed the sound to the second-floor platform. He was instantly stunned by the scene below, paused for a second, and then opened his mouth.
"Isri, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, everyone present froze on the spot. The police officers' faces were stiff, and they slowly looked up at the people standing on the second floor with their necks stiff.
The lead officer was also stunned for a moment, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say, and could only watch as Cecil got closer and closer.
Isri stood to the side, a smile playing on his lips, and made way for Ceshir.
“Where’s the license?” Sehir looked up at the policeman in front of him, his gaze falling on the badge.
These newly appointed people love to dabble in status-related matters. Anyone who gets taken away by them is unlikely to return alive. Similarly, every time new people take up their posts, the crime rate in West Asia increases significantly.
“Duke…Kree…you are not…you are not…” the officer stammered, his pupils darting around in his eyes.
"Are you saying I haven't disappeared?" Cecil stared coldly at the person in front of him. "Where's the license?"
The officer swallowed hard again, and said tremblingly, "Not...not yet..."
"No?" The two words Cecil uttered sounded like a verdict, and the man trembled violently. He never expected that Kritis would actually be at home.
"I...I'm here on the Queen's orders to investigate the murder." As he spoke, the officer brought up the Queen directly.
"A murder case?"
With the Queen's protection, the police officer straightened his back: "Yes! Earl Ringer has been murdered, and the Queen has ordered us to investigate this matter thoroughly."
Upon hearing Linger's name, Sesil couldn't help but scoff, then looked up to meet the officer's gaze: "The Queen certainly knows how to choose people. But why come here?"
“There are eyewitnesses who have seen your servant.” The officer’s gaze fell on Islam.
Sehir also turned around and looked Isri up and down. Isri's face was expressionless, and in the end Sehir couldn't figure anything out.
“He’s been with me these past few days and hasn’t gone out.”
Upon hearing Cecil's words, the police officer quickly echoed, "Alright, since the Duke has said so, we'll be leaving now. We apologize for disturbing you."
Just as he was about to turn around and breathe a sigh of relief, Cecil suddenly opened his mouth: "Even if I'm not here, my dog is still mine, and you are not qualified to ask about his affairs."
Hearing Ceshir say this, a smile appeared in Isri's eyes. The young master is indeed the young master; he never admits defeat when he's out in public.
His long sleeves concealed his clenched hands. He said this partly to make it clear to the group that Cretis was not a place they could just barge into, and partly to tell Isri that he was the eternal ruler!
"Yes, yes, yes! We didn't think this through this time." The officer apologized and bowed as he backed away until the door was closed again.
At this moment, Isri raised his head and opened his mouth: "Thank you, young master."
Sehir glanced at Isri, then looked away: "Don't thank me. I wouldn't have saved you if they didn't take pleasure in killing."
Chapter 88
Isri paused, a smile playing on his lips, and leaned forward slightly: "Young Master, it's time to go back to your room."
After saying that, Sehir suddenly turned his head and stared at Isri with wide eyes. After a long while, he turned back and walked upstairs by himself, with Isri following behind him at a leisurely pace.
Only when he reached the doorway did Ceshir turn around and meet Isri's gaze, opening his mouth to ask, "When were the cages finished?"
Isri walked up to Cesil, pushed open the door, and said in a soft but emotionless voice, "The day after the young master ran away."
Sehir did not speak, and followed Isri back into the golden cage.
Isri squatted down and put the iron ring back on Ceshir's ankle. Just as he was about to stand up, Ceshir suddenly opened his mouth.
“Isri”.
"exist"
Sesil took a breath and asked, "Did you kill someone?"
Isri put the key back on his waist and looked up to meet Cecil's gaze: "If I said I didn't, would the young master believe me?"
The question suddenly turned to him, and Sehir was momentarily at a loss for how to answer Isri's question.
He also lacks the right to make that judgment.
Seeing that Ceshir was still hesitating, Isri chuckled softly and then said.
"In the young master's subconscious, I am suspected of murder, or rather, the young master has already decided that I should be the murderer, so what I say is meaningless."
Sehir turned his head away from Isri, and Isri's voice could be heard again.
"Young master, I didn't, and I don't know how."
Sehir's eyes flickered, and he turned around, about to say something, but was interrupted by Isri.
“Because, without your permission, I will not do anything that would harm your interests.” Islam paused and opened his mouth: “Young Master, maximizing your interests is what I will always follow.”
After saying that, Isri stood up, not even giving Ceshir a final glance, turned around, locked the cage, closed the door, and walked out.
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Isri controlled all of Sessil's social interactions, and the curtains in his room had not been drawn since Sessil returned.
After this incident, Isri became increasingly sensitive to Ceshir's actions. Even if Ceshir simply went to the toilet, Isri would stand guard at the door and squat down to put the iron chain around Ceshir's ankle the moment he came out.
“Where’s today’s newspaper?” Sehir asked, sitting in the middle of the cage and looking at Islam.
Isri tidied up the clutter in the room, his voice indifferent: "Young Master doesn't need to know about what's happening outside. Just stay with him."
"Are you planning to keep me from leaving indefinitely?" Sehir tensed up, his voice becoming somewhat urgent.
Isri's gaze returned to Cesil, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "I haven't yet discussed with you the fact that you hid something under the bed to escape from the beginning, so you'd better not think about crossing my bottom line."