Chapter 778

Dante seldom sleeps outside Barr. He always has too many things to do and too many problems waiting for him to make decisions. His actions must be constantly understood and intervened at an appropriate time.

Thousands of souls seek his guidance, and hundreds of millions of creatures need his protection. The constitution of the Star Warrior allows him to be vigilant all the time. Lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.

Only when he rested in the blood coffin hall could he rest his soul.

In the final analysis, he is still just a human. He needs sleep, otherwise he will not return to his flagship at the first time after the war.

Such a break is very short. In a few hours, he must open his eyes and deal with more affairs.

Including meetings with two war leaders.

When he tossed and turned in bed, the bloody dream still tortured him.

The traitor astat is walking through the burning world. The rebel mother is leading the twisted Legion on on the bloody road. The screams of hundreds of millions of human beings are shaking the foundation of the real world.

The Milky way was constantly fluctuating, the demon army rushed out of the crack in the sky, and the brass bell rang the bell of doom.

ruin! ruin! ruin!

Dante is under attack. Above his head, a huge face was emerging, looking down on Dante with victory.

"Horus!"

Dante took a breath of cold air, and a huge claw stretched down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.

"My Lord."

An old voice mixed in the noise of hell.

"My Lord!"

Then a pair of weak hands were shaking his arms.

Dante suddenly woke up. Stimulated by the terrible things in his dream, his hands suddenly stretched out and restrained the old servant's throat.

His teeth stretched out, his face was congested, and his nightmare made him involuntarily bring himself into a state of battle.

"My Lord, it's me!"

Arafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to release Dante's hand. The tusk of the Holy Blood Angel battle leader stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron hand.

"My Lord, please wake up!"

The next moment, the suffocating pressure on arafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clear.

Arafio retreated several steps. Dante quickly got out of bed, rushed to the military attache, and held him with the hand he was trying to strangle arafio a few seconds ago.

"Old man."

Self reproach made Dante speechless.

"I... I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? My dreams are very dark recently. Are you okay? Look at me!"

Arafio leaned against the edge of a sofa, and Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.

The pinch marks on the servant's neck were fading.

"I'm fine, my Lord."

Seeing that the other party was really fine, Dante reluctantly gave a sigh of relief.

"Old man, why are you suddenly here?"

"I've done everything you ordered, and I'm ready for you to wake up, but -"

"Please forgive me, you did your duty well, but I almost hurt you."

"Never mind, my Lord."

Dante restrained his impulse to refute him.

"It doesn't matter what you mean? I could break your neck. You're only one step away from death."

"But I'm not dead, my Lord."

Arafio gasped and smiled:

"I told you to rest. I will be more careful when I serve you in the future."

Dante smiled.

"At least your spirit hasn't been hurt, my friend."

Dante glanced at the clock. He couldn't remember his bedtime.

"How long have I slept?"

"You have slept for less than five hours, my Lord."

"Five hours?"

Dante had planned to take a nap for three hours, because there would be a very important banquet next - he would personally meet with the famous soshjan war commander of the star knight.

"Why didn't anyone wake me up?"

Arafio looked into his master's eyes. It took him half a century to make such a move for the first time after he served. He was also one of the few people allowed by Dante to see his face.

They are all old, but according to their own standards.

"Because I didn't allow them to do so, you have consumed too much energy, my Lord. You must rest."

"I appreciate your concern, but I still have things to deal with. They are much more important than my rest."

Arafeo's hand was twisted like a tree root because of arthritis. With these hands, he trembled and handed Dante's towel.

Dante's eyes rested on these hands, and the old servant looked aside, ashamed of his weakness.

"I'll have a rest, and you should have a rest."

Arafio's trembling hands were still stretched forward.

"If you don't rest, how can I rest at ease?"

"We are different, our destiny is different, and our responsibilities are different."

"Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir. If I had passed the test, maybe my burden would be similar to yours, but I don't. I am a servant, not an angel... Nevertheless, we should serve the emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear the burden as much as possible, no matter how heavy these burdens are Small. "

"Yes, we are all serving."

Dante took the towel, arafio bowed, turned and prepared to open Dante's coat rack and take out a new lining.

His actions began to become slow. Whenever he was tired, his hands trembled more, and now he became tired more and more easily.

On the one hand, they fought as soldiers for 1500 years, on the other hand, they served as servants for 80 years, but in the final analysis, they were both just servants.

Dante looked at each other and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identity with his attendants?

Dante didn't think he would do it voluntarily, but if he had no choice, he would never complain about it.

In any case, working for the emperor is working for the emperor. There is no difference.

Everyone has his own role to play, and arafeo is right in this regard.

The humility of his servant made him feel inferior.

"Arafeo."

Dante said softly:

"You've done enough for me today. Thank you for relieving me of many hardships. I'm deeply grateful for that. Now go and have a rest. This is an order."

"My Lord, time is tight. Your guests are already on their way."

"I see. Then wear my armor quickly."

He turned his head and stopped facing arafio.

"Of course, my Lord."

The old servant nodded and held out a brand-new lining.