It's really hard to be a scumbag

Jiang Jiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly to look at the people around him.

Before he could speak, McMillan, who was cleaning up for him, spoke first: "If the dark foreign matter exists in the body for too long, it will defile your sacred body. Lord Son, please forgive my offense."

Although Jiang Jiang's consciousness was still a little fuzzy, he could still hear McMillan's meaning clearly. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn when he heard the words. He responded softly, and closed his eyes to pretend to be an ostrich.

Seeing that he agreed, McMillan stopped talking, but concentrated on cleaning him up.

The sound of the water kept gurgling, and Jiang Jiang was ashamed to close his eyes to listen to it. He managed to keep clear, and when he was about to talk to the system to divert his attention, he glanced at his holiness from the corner of his eye.

[Holy degree: 51]

Jiang Jiang was stunned. He suspected that he had misread, so he couldn't help but blinked in confusion.

In the blink of an eye, the value really changed.

[Holy degree: [-]]

In the next moment, four familiar words appeared in the darkness.

mission failed.

Jiang Jiang: ...

When the consciousness came back, Jiang Jiang heard McMillan's voice just fell, Jiang Jiang responded, and quickly looked at the current holy value.

Fortunately, the current value is still at 55. If he is faster, there should be time.

Jiang Jiang hurriedly began to pray.

When the familiar feeling of pulling the soul appeared, Jiang Jiang opened his eyes with a sigh of relief.

The voice of the god in front of him was a bit unswerving: "My holy son, you are full of darkness now, which makes me very unhappy."

Jiang Jiang said awkwardly: "I pray for your understanding, may you purify your most pious son."

The God of Light slowly purified the young man with holy light.

When he saw the person in his arms with blushing cheeks and blurred eyes, as if immersed in the excessive holy light he had given, he whispered helplessly and amusedly, "The most pious...little liar."

Jiang Jiang's soul received the gift of the God of Light, and his body also honestly reflected the feeling of the soul.

When he found that the cleaning was a bit difficult, McMillan couldn't help but raise his head.

His eyes fell on the face of the young man in the water, and he called out in a low voice, "His Royal Highness?"

The boy didn't respond, but frowned and parted his red lips slightly.

McMillan paused, then called again: "Jiang Jiang?"

The young man still ignored him, breathing heavily on his own.

Seeing that the young man seemed to be immersed in a strange dream, not only his cheeks were glowing, he was biting the part he cleaned up for the other party, but he was also greedy and did not let go, McMillan froze for a long time.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the young man without knowing what he was thinking, and his eyes did not move away from the change of the other party.

It wasn't until the warm water seemed to be gradually turning cold that McMillan suddenly came back to his senses.

His fingers were still inside, so after a moment of hesitation, McMillan said softly, "Offended."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers, which had always been well-behaved, suddenly exerted force. Regardless of the enthusiasm of the young man, he directly and forcefully entered the holy light, and then unceremoniously took out the foreign object belonging to the dark creatures from the holy light.

Following his strong movements, the boy's body trembled.

When McMillan took out the last trace of the dark foreign object, the boy trembled at the same time, and then slowly returned to calm.

McMillan's face was calm, and he took the bath towel aside as if nothing had happened, wrapped the boy's slender body well, and then carried him back to the bedroom.

After being settled, he stretched out his hand to press Jiang Jiang's forehead, and passed some holy light.

With the comfort of the holy light, the boy's breathing became even.

After taking care of it for a while, after confirming that there was nothing serious, McMillan opened the door softly and left the room.

After Jiang Jiang woke up from his sleep, he subconsciously took a look at his holiness.

Seeing that the value was still around ninety, Jiang Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

He withdrew his consciousness and returned to reality. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the sky outside the window was like a velvet curtain, and the candle lamps were dimly shining under the curtain.

Jiang Jiang looked at it for a long time and didn't know what time it was. He was about to glance at the clock when he heard a knock on the door.

Jiang Jiang cleared his throat, and was about to speak when he saw McMillan coming in from the outside.

...No, why did you knock on the door when you planned to come in directly?

Is this the courtesy of knights?

Jiang Jiang looked at the other party with a puzzled look on his face. When he looked at him like this, Macmillan, who was holding a tray, looked over subconsciously.

"Are you awake?" Macmillan's original expression was tinged with a smile: "Are you hungry? I brought you lunch."

Jiang Jiang blinked.

He thought it would be morning, but he didn't expect it to be noon.

McMillan walked up a few steps, put the tray aside, and walked to the bed to help Jiang Jiang sit up.

Jiang Jiang looked calm, but rubbed his mourning waist without any trace.

When he was seated, Macmillan sat down beside the bed with the bowl.

After scooping the spoon a few times, McMillan raised his hand to feed Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang looked at him silently for a long while: "I can do it myself."

Macmillan was taken aback, his movements stopped in place, and he put down the spoon after being silent for a while.

"I overstepped." He said softly, and handed the bowl to Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang took it over, and he didn't mean to blame McMillan: "It's okay, it's just that taking care of people is not what you need to do."

When McMillan heard this, his expression sank suddenly: "If you don't need me, then you need me last night, I was at your door, next door to you, why didn't you call or call me when you were bullied?" summon me?"

Jiang Jiang just took a sip, and almost choked when he heard it.

He patted his heart and shook his head at McMillan's extended hand: "I'm fine... It was an accident last night, and there's no point in your coming here, the enemy is very powerful."

Jiang Jiang still remembered his BE achievement, which clearly stated that McMillan was killed by the Demon Duke.

"If you come, I can't guarantee your safety." Jiang Jiang tried to find a reason for McMillan to accept: "If it's only me, at least there will be no loss of personnel."

When he said this, McMillan not only was not appeased, but clenched the hilt of the sword on his waist, and said calmly, "So that's the case, I'm too weak."

Jiang Jiang one card.

McMillan is right to understand this way.

Although he meant it, he just wanted to emphasize that the other party is too strong, and the two of them together are just as strong as a dog...

Fortunately, McMillan quickly recovered from the fact that he was a hot chicken, and he turned to ask other things: "Who is that powerful enemy, please tell me!"

He looked at Jiang Jiang's sudden blushing expression, suppressed the sourness in his heart, and emphasized seriously: "Maybe I am too weak now, but I will always remember this enemy. When I surpass him in strength, I will definitely , I will definitely come back and repay your pain and grievances double!"

Jiang Jiang snorted.

Speaking of it, he wasn't actually in great pain, but was a little more surprised by Suskel's new tricks.

And it's not time to let McMillan know about it. If the protagonist is attacked by the scum so early, how can the plot on the eve of the dragon slaying deal the biggest blow to McMillan?

So Jiang Jiang fell silent.

He racked his brains to figure out how to deal with Macmillan.

Probably because he was silent for too long, McMillan waited for a while, and said suddenly: "Why don't you just say it, because the other party is by our side, is it someone from the castle?"

Jiang Jiang was startled.

The protagonist Shou's guess was so accurate that he wondered if the protagonist Shou's full name was Macmillan Holmes.

Seeing Jiang Jiang's honest expression, McMillan's black eyes faintly stirred up a storm. He suppressed his anger and tried hard not to scare the other party: "I guessed right, who is that person? The one who led us A servant, a maid in the garden, or the old butler?!"

"..." Jiang Jiang looked at McMillan with the eyes he had met for the first time: "My Mr. Knight, please be sober, the old butler is so old that his hair is gray."

"Miraculous magic can turn back time." McMillan continued sullenly.

"But that's not magic that a housekeeper can touch." Jiang Jiang couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't tell you, McMillan. You are a knight who abides by light and sanctity in your heart, and revenge should not be a part of your life." Strong target."

McMillan restrained his expression, and he said calmly: "Revenge is not, but you are."

"You are the driving force for me to become stronger, whether it is to overcome obstacles for you or become your guardian." McMillan said seriously: "I am willing to be the most powerful weapon in your hands."

Jiang Jiang had a headache.

As the slag Gong who is loved by the protagonist, it is really not easy for him to maintain a distance that is neither too close nor too unfamiliar.

Just like now, McMillan's attachment to him is much closer than in the plot.

Jiang Jiang can't let the other party develop like this, otherwise when the protagonist finds out that he has been greened, he may directly kill him out of love and hatred.

Thinking of that scene, Jiang Jiang felt bitter.

He really didn't know how Macmillan's favorability rose. He obviously felt that he and the other party were just acquainted, and they couldn't even reach the relationship of friends.

Perhaps, this is the loyalty that comes with the knight itself?

Jiang Jiang doesn't know much about this strange world yet. He doesn't know whether Macmillan's speedy favorability is normal or not.

When he felt that they seemed too close, Jiang Jiang was ready to take appropriate measures to separate them.

So Jiang Jiang thought for a while, then looked at McMillan: "You yearn for the heart of light, I can feel it. As my knight, you want to protect me. I understand and am honored."

"But." Jiang Jiang said sincerely: "You, who said you want to be my most powerful weapon, don't you think you are too weak now? Don't you think it's ridiculous to protect me when you are so weak?"

The corners of McMillan's lips were tightened, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his eyes, and the face that was looking directly at Jiang Jiang turned away.

Seeing Macmillan's embarrassment, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but said with great relief: "So, Macmillan. I hope you don't always obsessed with taking care of me, but practice swordsmanship more."

Jiang Jiang thought about the viciousness of Macmillan chopping up three teammates at the end of the plot, and couldn't help but become more sincere: "I hope you can become stronger. When you surpass the teammates we collected along the way, I will give you a surprise."