Doron didn't reply immediately, and glanced at Lance instead. Most of the things he would talk to Aland about were related to the forces of light. Now that there was a priest sitting here, it didn't seem like it would be very convenient for him to talk about it.
Normally, if someone was a little tactful, they would immediately get up and leave. After all, although Lance had been staying in Fort Collins, he was still a guest. It wasn't good for him to stay here forever.
However, it was apparent that this man didn't have this concept at all. He sat there with a smile and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving at all. His self-righteous manner made Duolun unable to bring himself to say the words he wanted to say.
However, this matter was indeed very important. If he didn't say anything, he was afraid that it would be too late after some time.
"Father, I have something to discuss with His Highness. Can you …" Doron was already giving Lance a lot of face. Normally, people who heard this would take the initiative to leave. After all, Lance was being very polite and had already given him a lot of face.
However, Lance wasn't an ordinary person. He pretended that he didn't understand and smiled at Doron. "It's okay. You can talk. I won't interrupt."
Doron thought, … What a shameless person!
He wasn't worried that Lance would interrupt. There were many things that were inconvenient for him to listen to!
At this moment, Edland sensed Doron's seriousness and turned to look at Lance. Then, he saw a very exciting scene of "face change".
Lance's face was originally wearing a modest smile that made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. However, the moment Edland looked over, the corners of his mouth began to droop into a wronged arc. Those sea blue eyes blinked innocently and were overflowing with grievances as if Edland was about to do something very cruel.
For a moment, Edland had the urge to facepalm. No, it should be said that his head was hurting right now!
He was sure that he hadn't known Lance for long and the two of them didn't have a deep relationship. Although he agreed to let Lance sponsor this place and the two of them occasionally chatted casually, they didn't have a particularly close relationship.
Was it really okay for Lance to look at him with such a pitiful and wronged expression?!
"I really won't interrupt, let alone cause trouble." The aggrieved look on his face made him look like a large dog being scolded by its owner. Anyone who looked at him could not help but want to reach out and stroke his fur. Now, Aland had a strange feeling.
What the hell!
"You go back first." Seeing that Lance didn't intend to leave, there were some things that weren't suitable for him to say. He could only let Duolun return first.
After Doren left, Lance felt a little unhappy because Elander didn't want him to listen to their conversation.
He knew that the two people wouldn't talk about private matters, but he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart. It was as if he was an outsider!
Apparently, he had forgotten that he was a stranger to Erland.
Erland had lived for an unknown number of years. For an ordinary person, a month or two was a long time, but for Erland, it was just a moment in his long life.
How could he treat a person whom he had only interacted with for a short moment as a friend, or even have an intimate relationship with that person?
"Erland, do you … hate me?" Looking at the person sitting elegantly on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand and slowly swirling the red wine in the glass, Lance felt a little uncomfortable.
Hate?
Erland frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. Although this person was sometimes very clingy, he was far from hateful, at least not to Erland.
"No."
Hearing Erland's words, Lance finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had been keeping an eye on people during this period of time, but when he thought of the male creature named Salman by his side, he felt very uncomfortable, especially when that male creature appeared in Erland's life before him.
"Then … do you like me?" When he asked this question, Lance was a little nervous. He hoped to get a positive answer from Erland, but it was unlikely.
Sure enough, just as Lance imagined, Erland suddenly smiled, "We've only known each other for a short time, how can we talk about liking each other? It's just that the first feeling you give me is that I don't hate you."
Erland didn't think of this so-called liking in that way, he just thought it was a liking between friends.
"It's not short, it's not a month …" At this point, Lance was stunned, and then he smiled bitterly. Yes, he forgot that the person in front of him was a vampire, not a human. For them, a day, a month, or even a year didn't make a difference, because in their eyes, it was just a moment.
Lance didn't continue, but now he understood his own thoughts. This one month was nothing to Eiland, but it was enough for him to confirm everything.
In the past, no one could touch his heart. Erland was the first, and he believed that he would be the only one.
If he was really a devout believer, he might be conflicted and in pain because he fell in love with someone he shouldn't.
But he wasn't, he only lived for himself, and he joined the church because he was bored.
The person who came to him that day was a deacon of the Vatican. He said that he had a strong power of light, so he should join the church, and so he joined the church. If it was a vampire who appeared in front of him and said that he should be a loyal servant of the devil, he might also accept it.
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