Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing this, Marbury was shocked, then opened his eyes slightly clearly.

Oh, it's normal for a monster like him to eat these things.

"It's here again, isn't it?"

Xu Shi also sniffed the unacceptable smell, the Duke of York paused, then put down the small harmonica in his hand, and laughed quietly.

He glanced lightly at the pile of red creatures, thought about it, and then turned his gaze to Little Marbury.

The deep light brown eyes were gently narrowed, and the pale and bloodless handsome face evoked a gentle smile, and said lightly, "Child, if you are afraid, you don't have to force yourself to serve here."

"Go back and rest first, and let the butler send it to you after I have repaired this little harmonica."

"...Yes, Lord Duke."

Little Marbury nodded lightly, then turned and exited the room.

But he didn't leave there, but turned to the window on the other side of the room, leaned on the window lattice, and continued to look inside secretly.

At that time, the butler had already carefully arranged the dinner plates and forks for the Duke.

Although facing such "food" that is too fishy to swallow, the Duke of York still upholds his elegant and decent dining etiquette, carefully cutting the beef liver and sheep liver into small pieces, as if tasting. The delicacies are average and are slowly delivered to the mouth.

Not even frowning at all.

I can see the discomfort of disgusting from little Mabury frequently.

Before long, the "lunch" time for the Duke of York ended.

While the servants were packing up the discs, Marbury saw another tall man in a black robe and a crow-shaped mask, carrying a leather suitcase, and walking slowly to the Duke.

He didn't speak, but after a slight salute to the Duke, he began to do various checks on him.

Little Marbury obviously didn't know how sacred this was, he couldn't help but tilted his head in doubt and blinked.

But Marbury in possession is very clear.

This was four hundred years ago, because of the prevalence of epidemics, doctors who had to do all-round protection for themselves.

"Mr. Physician, is the Duke's symptoms still not getting better?"

Seeing the doctor who kept shaking his head and sighing after examining the Duke of York, the butler standing by can't help but frown and ask lightly.

"..."

The doctor paused.

In the end, he slowly took off his mask, revealing a solemn face.

"Your Excellency's anemia symptoms, only relying on food supplements, I am afraid it will not improve."

The doctor sighed, then turned his gaze to the Duke of York, who was still looking calm as water.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but cautiously asked in a soft voice, "Your Excellency, I still think that for the sake of your health, you need to stop your work immediately and return to the Royal Hospital in the Royal City for intensive treatment."

"You want me to go back?"

Hearing this, the Duke of York raised his brows slightly.

But he sneered coldly, his eyes drooping slightly, "Go back and die in Fernand's hands. It's better to die here in York Mountain."

"...Oh my lord my duke!"

Listening to the words of his master, the old butler was shocked. He leaned down and urged in his ear, "We can't say that to your Majesty the King..."

As he said, he suddenly seemed to be worried about something, and quickly sent the black-robed doctor out.

He turned around again, and continued to persuade the duke, "My master, let's just talk about these things at home, why tell the outsider! Beware of him..."