[Comprehensive British and American] The Second Coming of the Demon King

After the game, Monigus returned to his dormitory, and he still remembered that there was an injured platinum nobleman in his bed.

Gently pushing the door open, Monigus saw the beautiful platinum gold behind the curtain.

Lifting the curtain, Lucius' tired sleepy face with slightly frowning frowns appeared in front of his eyes.

With a helpless sigh, Monigus took out a small crystal bottle and gently shook it under Lucius' nose.

I saw Lucius gradually loosen his frowning brows and fell into a deeper sleep.

Monigus touched Lucius' still pale face, and lifted the quilt from him.

Lucius was naked under the quilt, with a few bandages still wrapped around his body.

Monigus carefully removed the gauze, moving gently, for fear of hurting the sleeping person.

Applying medicine to Lucius again, Monigus nodded as he looked at the healed wounds.

Until he removed the gauze covering the last wound, which was the only black magic he didn't undo.

Sure enough, the wound was still ferocious, and the blood that flowed out was even faintly green.

Monigus lowered his head and smelled it. The stench from the wound made him frowned.

What kind of magic is this?

Monigus took out an empty crystal bottle to collect the strange blood before bandaging Lucius again.

He needs the blood to study, and if he can't find a solution to the curse, he must at least let the wound heal.

Looking at Lucius' sleeping face, Monigus' eyes were tinged with worry.

Lucius' current state is not good, it should be caused by this black magic.

At dinner, Monigus woke Lucius, who he believed hadn't eaten since the little bit of bread the night before.

"Hmm." Lucius groaned uncomfortably after being woken up.

He didn't feel very well, his body was still weak and limp, and his mind was not clear.

"Lucius." Monigus touched Lucius' forehead worriedly, it was a little hot and had a fever.

"Uncomfortable?" He helped Lucius up, and put a soft pillow on his back to make him more comfortable.

Lucius nodded feebly, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

How could this be?

When he just woke up last night, he didn't feel such a strong feeling, but when most of the wounds on his body were healed, he had a good night's sleep, which made him feel even worse.

Lucius was keenly aware that something unusual must have happened.

"What's wrong with me?" Lucius asked, he watched Monigus firmly, he was afraid that Monigus would hide him.

Monigus reached out and pinned the platinum-blond hair on his cheeks behind his ears, and said with a wry smile: "There is a black magic on you that hasn't been dispelled, and I haven't found a way yet."

Lucius lowered his eyes slightly, and immediately the corners of his lips curved slightly, holding Monigus' hand, slowly raised his eyes and smiled at Monigus, "I believe in you."

Monigus held Lucius' hand tightly, he had always believed in this man, he was always strong.

Smiling slightly, "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Yeah." Lucius nodded, then frowned slightly, and touched his stomach lightly, "Money, I'm hungry."

Monigus smiled indulgently, "Okay, let's eat."

A slight smile flashed across Lucius' silver-gray eyes, "Can you feed me?"

"Okay." Monigus picked up the spoon and fed Lucius mouthful.

In fact, they all knew that Lucius didn't even have the strength to grab a spoon, otherwise Lucius wouldn't have made such a request with his character.

But in the choice between messing up the food and letting Monigus feed it, Lucius wisely chose the latter.

When there are better options, platinum nobles will not blindly try to be brave.

However, Lucius said he was full after eating some. Monigus frowned slightly as he looked at the remaining half of the food in the bowl.

But there was nothing he could do about the person in front of him, he could only feed him the potion and let him fall asleep again.

The influence of that black magic was worse than he had imagined, and it was developing very rapidly.

At least it has been less than 24 hours since midnight last night, but it has already made Lucius so weak.

Monigus thought that the time left for him would never exceed three days.

Moreover, what worries Monigus the most is whether the magic will continue to destroy Lucius' magic power after eating away at Lucius' physical strength?

Excellent talent has always been Lucius' proud capital. If such irreversible consequences occur, it must be a heavy blow to the proud platinum nobleman.

After tidying up the quilt for Lucius, Monigus locked the door of the dormitory and went to Salazar's living room.

He must hurry up and find a way to break the magic.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and what worried Monigus was that he still hadn't found a way to dispel the black magic, but the terrible wound on Lucius' body had healed.

As for the magic in Lucius, Monigus found after research that it would not eat away at his magic power, but would only make him weak.

And what he deduced at the beginning was not wrong, his time was running out, if he couldn't dispel the black magic one more day, Lucius would fall into a deep sleep, and he might not wake up in the end.

Lucius looked at Monigus's frowning brows and smiled lightly, although he was weak he was still beautiful.

With some difficulty, he raised his hand and placed it between Monigus' eyebrows, pressing his fingers on the tangled brow, and smoothing it gently.

Although he didn't speak, Monigus felt Lucius' comfort.

He reached out and grabbed Lucius' weak fingers, and rubbed them on his face, looking at him with more and more worried eyes.

Lucius hasn't spoken all day today.

"Sleep a little longer." Monigus carefully put Lucius' arm under the quilt, trying to let him sleep a little longer.

But Lucius refused. He exerted a little force on his hand. Although the force was small, Monigus still felt it.

Lucius smiled and shook his head at Monigus.

Monigus saw the reluctance in Lucius' eyes, and carefully hugged him into his arms.

Lucius leaned against Monigus's not-so-thick chest, a relieved smile curled up on the corner of his lips, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Feeling the gradually steady breathing of the person in his arms, Monigus' black eyes became deeper and deeper.

The trouble should end it.

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"Oh, what a rare visitor. I didn't expect Mr. Prince to come to see me." Gail Green said with a smile.

Monigus looked at the smiling man in front of him, his black eyes narrowed.

"Smart people don't talk dark words. Mr. Grindelwald has come to me several times. Why?" Thinking of Lucius who fell into a deep sleep again, Monigus was no longer in the mood to beat around the bush.

Gellert Grindelwald touched his chin and smiled inscrutablely, "You really know who I am."

Monigus shrugged, "Overheard the conversation between Mr. Dumbledore and Principal Dumbledore."

The smile on the corners of Gellert Grindelwald's lips froze for a moment, and he slowly restrained his smile, "Eavesdropping is not an act of a nobleman."

He already knew what Monigus had heard, since he had only spoken to Albus once since coming to Durmstrang.

Monigus spread his hands and smiled faintly, "I said it was unintentional, but I did hear some terrible news."

"Well, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Gellert Grindelwald put away his relaxed and playful mood before and asked.

Monigus was silent for a while, but still said: "I need your help to dispel a black magic."

Gellert Grindelwald smiled knowingly, "Sure enough, that platinum-blond pretty little guy has a lot to do with you."

Monigus nodded without denying it.

It is not difficult for the first-generation Dark Lord in front of him to know this, and this person had already faintly revealed this when they had a conversation last time.

"Well, it's been three days. He should have fallen asleep, right?" Gellert Grindelwald laughed again, but no matter how he looked at it, he was a little gloating.

Monigus narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in them, "That's why I'm here."

"Okay, I'll help you break the magic." Gellert Grindelwald said and stood up.

"Huh?" Monigus didn't expect Gellert Grindelwald to agree to his request so easily, and was stunned for a moment.

"Little guy, why are you still standing there? If you don't remove the magic, your little lover may never wake up again." Looking at Monigus' expression of losing his composure, Gellert Grindelwald's eyes flickered with interest. Pass.

This kid from Prince's family is really not ordinary interesting.

Monigus realized his gaffe. Lucius' accidental injury this time disrupted his steps and made him a little confused.

It also made him realize that Lucius is not that simple to him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a weakness.

However, Monigus didn't want to eliminate this weakness at all, he only made his weakness stronger.

"Thank you." Monigus stood up and bowed slightly.

Although Lucius' injury was caused by the man in front of him, Monigus, who knew the whole story, would not blindly blame this man.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect.

It's just that this man was willing to release the magic on Lucius, which surprised Monigus, at least it showed that this man still showed some kindness to him.

As for what he wants to get from him, it is obviously not what he needs to care about now.

If he is really pinched as a soft persimmon, he will definitely turn into a hedgehog and poke holes in his hand.

Want to hold a Dark Lord in the palm of your hand, even if he is the first Dark Lord, he is not qualified.