[Quick Transmigration] Cannon Fodder Counterattack

After comforting Yi Wenxuan, watching the other party fall asleep exhaustedly, the tenderness on Rong Jing's face suddenly dissipated, leaving only endless coldness.

Isaac... Well, what a good Isaac!

Leaning over to kiss the little Taoist's brow, Rong Jing turned and went outside.At this time, all the generals also gathered in the king's tent.

"Your Majesty." The generals bowed down to salute, Rong Jing waved his hands, his expression was no longer relaxed and his tone was even colder than ever, "I will rest in Isaac's palace in ten days' time."

"Yes." The generals accepted the order.Rong Jing is simply giving an order now, or a death order.If they were unable to defeat Isaac within ten days, naturally... there was only one dead end.

"Jacob, I'll get the materials here in 10 minutes." Adding a sentence, Rong Jing walked to the room and said to the maid standing beside him, "Go prepare seafood porridge and put more shredded chicken."

The maid responded respectfully, and stepped back to prepare the food requested by Rong Jing.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, he put on a gentle smile again, and went to sit down at the table. After 10 minutes, Jacob walked in quietly, took the materials, bent over, and backed out.

Jacob is a general picked up by Rong Jing. He is powerful and has outstanding strategies. He is loyal to Rong Jing.Rong Jing was relieved to leave the matter in his hands.

When I wake up, I can see my lover by my side. This feeling is actually very good. Yi Wenxuan rubbed his pillow, his eyes subconsciously bent, and he gave a slightly silly smile.

"Still so stupid." Rong Jing got up a few days ago, went to the door to give orders, then sat down beside the bed, carefully lifted the little Taoist priest, and let him lean against the head of the bed.

"You're not stupid." Muttering, Yi Wenxuan's eyes were quickly attracted by the porridge brought in by the maid, with a greedy look on his face, he even forgot what he wanted to say before.

Naturally, there is no such thing as porridge in the Western Fantasy world, but...you can't stand Rong Jing.Rong Jing likes it, and the people below will like it, so they will naturally toss these things out.

"Open your mouth, ah—"

Feed one to eat, and a bowl of porridge will soon bottom out.

Yi Wenxuan and Rong Jing finally met, and the atmosphere there naturally needs no further explanation.The warmth that cannot tolerate the second person walking in is the best explanation.

But on the other side...

After dealing with the dignitaries, Vincent returned to the bedroom exhausted.There is no extra decoration in the room, it is completely an ordinary, normal Earl's room.

After lying down and resting for a long time, the necklace hanging around his neck suddenly became hot.It will not burn people, and it is very comfortable to put on the body that is always cold.

Vincent raised the corners of his lips, pulled out the necklace, and an illusory projection appeared in the air.Without waiting for the man to speak, he smiled first, his eyes brightened a little: "Jacob."

"...you're thinner again." Jacob was still wearing the armor, but he took off the helmet, exposing the pointed ears, and the features of the elves were fully displayed in front of Vincent's eyes, "Carlo, Isaac is broken gone."

"That's a good thing. Congratulations." Vincent smiled, and his slightly bright eyes lost their thin light and became quiet.

Looking at Vincent like this, Jacob didn't know what to say for a while. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn't even utter a syllable.

"Don't worry, he...he is a very good king, and he will become the best emperor in this continent." Vincent comforted Jacob instead.But he said so, but Vincent actually still had hatred in his heart.If it wasn't for him...he would still be that young master, and wouldn't be what he is now.

But without him...he wouldn't be able to see so many things, and it would be even more impossible for him to have a special existence like Jacob... who is beyond the scope of friends but not a lover.

Jacob let out a "hmm", and poked in place awkwardly, his ears were moving all the time, and the tips of his ears were still dyed a light pink.

Vincent didn't speak.He enjoyed this moment very much, and only at this moment could he clearly feel that he was not alone, and that he had another existence that he could talk to.

"Carol, I..." Jacob dodged, not daring to look into Vincent's eyes, "I told him, and he promised me that as long as you promise, he will personally host... preside over the ceremony for us."

"Are you crazy! He will never allow us to live!" Vincent sat up suddenly from the bed, his eyes sharp.But in the next moment, he smiled wryly, and slowly hugged himself, "... Forget it, I'm going to die anyway, and I'm not at a loss if I can hear you say that before I die."

"You won't die, Carlo." Jacob didn't avoid Vincent's gaze this time, but looked at him very seriously, "You will become the best leader of the Carlo Chamber of Commerce."

"...I'm tired." Avoiding Jacob's sight, Vincent lay back on the bed.

"Then, then you have a good rest." Jacob was stunned for a while, his expression was a little dark, but he still turned off the communication and stopped disturbing Vincent.

Holding the necklace around his neck, Vincent could only sigh endlessly.Tute would be a very good emperor, no one could deny this, but a good emperor would definitely not allow such tainted people like them to exist!

How did he meet the idiot Jacob...

His eyes suddenly became fierce, Vincent got up from the bed, and called his butler with a cold face: "Prepare the horse, I'm going out for a while."

——If he wants to protect Jacob, he can only have a force that Tut fears!That idiot Jacob had nothing worthy of Tut's fear, but he... he would have to die in the end, so it would be better to trade his death for the safety of that idiot Jacob.

Vincent began to prepare to retreat, and Brady, who pretended to be Vincent, was not easy at the moment.It's just that compared to Vincent who has Jacob to rely on, Brady's life is undoubtedly much more difficult.

Swinging back, Brady lay down on the bed to rest.But caring about people in the dark, he had to be careful not to show his flaws even when he was resting.

It's nothing more than a day or two, even for a whole year, Iron Man can't stand it.Fortunately, Thralls is not slow in attacking cities and lands. When Thralls dominates the mainland, he can rest.What kind of successor to the chamber of commerce, whoever loves it should go.

Although he is not inferior to Vincent, he is not this kind of material after all. According to the plan left by Vincent, and with the help of Sals, he occasionally feels powerless.

"Master, master wants to see you." Outside the door, the butler said respectfully.

"I see." Brady clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves secretly, and Brady let out a sigh of relief, laughed and went out.

——Forget it, bear with it for a few more days, and when Sals calls, he will be able to retreat.This kind of latent work is really not suitable for him.