After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

Luke drove the "evil spirit" to Lance. The two were dressed in the same clothes, and they were clearly different from the Duke of Fromens.

The whispers of the nobles came from all around.

It is not new for the Duke of Fromens and His Royal Highness Luke to have a bad relationship, and the nobles are quite happy to see it.

It’s not about winning or losing, it’s mostly about watching for fun—seeing how the court’s jokes, playthings, and illegitimate children without any real power are struggling under the hands of the largest dignitaries in the Holy Kingdom, the Fromens family.

But the little prince's swearing is really interesting. With a few sentences, he distorts the Duke of Fromens into a lecherous old man.If it were someone else, who would have the audacity to scold the Prime Minister?

Many nobles who had conflicts with the Duke of Fromens were relieved to hear this.

"Your Highness Luke." The Duke of Fromens showed no emotion, "I sincerely hope that you will have a competent mother who can teach you the rules of the court at an early age."

This is insinuating that he is an uneducated illegitimate child.

The corners of Luke's lips curled up, and before he could speak, he heard the report from the guard: "His Majesty the King is here—"

"Your Majesty." "Your Majesty Wanan." "Your Majesty."

"Lazy King" was riding on the horse, nodding lazily to the nobles, and lazily looking at the two people who were arguing, he was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on Luke's men's riding attire.

"Father." Luke's voice was clear and sweet, standing out from all the voices.

"Look at the 'good' road repaired by the Minister of the Palace. He fell off the horse and stained my skirt." He said angrily, "It's fine if the skirt is gone. My lover won't let me take care of it! Come one step later , Lance's head was chopped off by him!"

He knew the king would protect Lance.

"Your Majesty..." the Duke of Fromens said.

"Forget it, don't quarrel." The king had a headache and persuaded the duke: "It is reasonable for the palace minister to worry about Winston, but Lancelot is different from the assassin. He is a good boy and there is nothing to guard against."

Luke shrugged inwardly.

The Duke of Fromens didn't care whether Lance was loyal to the Holy Nation or not. He was just afraid that Lance would become the next Duke of Winston and pose a threat to him.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The duke understood the king's attitude and retreated temporarily. "This is actually a misunderstanding. Two guards of His Royal Highness Luke told me that this slave disturbed His Highness's horse, so I took this action."

The two guards panicked when they heard this, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"We didn't say that!" "Your Majesty and the Minister of the Palace, please learn from me!"

Conflicts broke out among the rich and powerful, and for the sake of saving face, they always wanted the lives of the little people to take their backs.

The guards despaired.They knew they were doomed, not even by God.

The king grew impatient.Just as he was about to call for someone to drag them down, he heard Luke speak.

"I'm afraid it's not because my guards are blind." He said slowly, "Isn't it because you, the Duke, are old and dizzy, and your ears are hard to use and you misheard?"

The other nobles frowned.

The Minister of the Palace gave him a step down, why doesn't this little prince know how to calm things down, even the two guards are reluctant to abandon them?

Luke quietly waited for something.

Sure enough, the crying of an old woman erupted from the crowd. She rushed over and hugged her guard son tightly, and said hoarsely: "I swear by the God of Light, if half of what my son said is false, I will fall into hell forever! Your Majesty!" Mingjian!"

Maternal love can always shake people's hearts, even nobles are silent.After the silence, the echoes started from the slaves, and the voices gathered little by little like sand grains, and finally spread to the entire crowd like a tide.

"She's right." "The guard really didn't lie." "God of Light bless..."

Luke looked at the duke with an ugly face, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"In that case," the king just wanted to quickly end the farce, and said to the duke, "Those are just two young guards. Luke is a child, and he is not sensible yet. Just let him go."

He raised his hand and regained his energy: "The convoy is driving as usual! We will arrive at the Summer Palace in one hour...!"

The crowd gradually dispersed, and many people were confused.

The result of this confrontation...how does it seem that the little prince won?

At the motorcade of the little prince, the old woman kissed Luke's fingers excitedly: "Thank you Your Highness! Thank you Your Highness! May the God of Light bless you forever, my Highness..."

Luke pursed his lips, but did not respond to her, nor did he withdraw his hand.

One day when he was taking an afternoon nap in the garden, he happened to catch a glimpse of the guard secretly picking up a fallen flower and pinning it in the old woman's hair.

There was a hint of envy in his eyes.

Before the two guards could react and wanted to kiss his hand, Luke coughed lightly and got on his horse.

Lance naturally took hold of his horse.

He handed over a towel, Luke glanced at him, took the towel and wiped his fingers.

"You did a good job, Your Highness." Lance looked at him with gentle eyes.

"God will be pleased with my 'good deed'?" Luke imitated his voice.

"No, Your Highness," Lance smiled slightly, "it's 'I' who like you very much."

… an act of kindness.Luke added in his mind.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just protecting private property." He raised his brows, "Also, that old nun is so strong that I can't pull my hand away, how dare you not help me."

Then he heard Lance chuckle.

It's a mockery, but it doesn't quite look like it.Luke's expression changed back and forth, and he didn't know which response was the most correct, so he kept his face sullen and didn't speak.

It was never written in the parchment that the king of gods laughed so much.

... This made him a little uncomfortable.

It was already the third day after all the nobles settled down in Shenghonglin Summer Palace.

The weather was fine and the breeze was pleasant on this day. Everyone gathered in the open space in front of the royal forest, waiting for the official opening of the "King Hunting Day".

This is the first time that Luke met his "brother" the eldest prince Dana after crossing.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, rosacea, dark circles, a 20-year-old who looks like a 30-year-old, looks like a fool, and can tell at a glance that he is born of the "lazy king".

Luke twitched the corners of his mouth hypocritically, and didn't bother to flatter him anymore.

They performed a "betting" scene in front of the princes and nobles as promised. Luke held the "Lionheart King" tightly, looked at Aphra who was smiling and winking at him behind the queen, and calmed down a bit.

He would not fully hope that the queen would return his sister to him according to the promise of the God of Light, so he set up another guarantee.

Luke smiled.

—Lancelot, who was in charge of rescuing the princess, should already be on his way.

The horns sounded for the hunting start, the drums played loudly, the horses cried, the dogs barked, the sound of strings and bows were drawn, and the sound of swords rubbing together. The nobles were ready to go and charged forward on horseback, and the slaves followed their masters in the dust, coughing and fighting hard. run.

In contrast, there were very few people on Luke's side, only himself, the housekeeper Abel, and the two guards who had been rescued that day.Even Xia Zuo was driven away by him.

——After all, His Royal Highness personally murdered his housekeeper, the less people see this kind of thing, the better, isn't it?

Luke rode his horse and headed northwest.

The housekeeper was delighted.

The direction is correct, now just wait for the ambush assassin to appear, and then disguise the death of the little prince as a wild boar attack...

However nothing happened.

In order to ensure that no one witnessed the assassination, the northwest line was deserted, and the surroundings were silent, even the singing of birds was stifled.

long wait.

An hour, two hours...

Cold sweat gradually trickled down from the butler's forehead.

The smell of blood in the wind was getting heavier, and the housekeeper seemed to see a smile in the shadow of Luke's face.

"Abel," Luke said suddenly, "Is this what you've been waiting for?"

He reached out to touch a hidden corner of the clothes among the treetops, and when he pulled hard, the corner of the clothes fell off with a whole piece of dead flesh involved.

A human male with a mask and a crossbow in his arms.It's just that the head was smashed by a blunt instrument, and the brain and blood dripped all over the floor.

"The first prey." Luke changed a pair of gloves and commented leisurely: "It's quite fresh."

The butler began to speak inarticulately.

"...Your Highness, Your Highness, this place is too dangerous, how about we go to the crowded places in the south...?"

"It's safe, Abel, don't be afraid." Luke looked at him with a smile on his face, "This is a big harvest."

He said to the two guards: "Take care of my butler, I don't want him to be able to get lost."

Although the two guards didn't understand what happened, since His Highness rescued them three days ago, they have sworn allegiance to His Highness Luke with their lives.

They steered the steward's horse from left to right, keeping him firmly in the center.

Deep in the woods were more corpses, in bushes, in the shade, behind tree trunks.Those assassins basically died at the place where they ambush, a fatal blow, and died under the axe, a miserable death.

"I thought it was a little milk dog." Angelo's face flashed in Luke's mind, "So it's a mad dog?"

His face was pale, but his lips were as red as if he had drunk human blood.

The rest of the people all looked disheveled, and one of the guards almost vomited.

From now on, the rumor of "the frightening hound under the little prince" will continue to be passed down until it is recorded in the history books.

"Okay." Luke clapped his hands, and turned his horse's head to look at the trembling butler, "It's almost done... Now, let me think about how to cook the last prey."

The housekeeper already understood everything.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The old man rolled off his horse and knelt down on the ground, crying. "I was wrong, I shouldn't have betrayed you! I was forced, the queen took my wife and children away, I..."

He seemed to have grasped at straws, "I can tell you all the information about the queen, and I swear by the God of Light to be your servant forever!"

Hearing that the two guards were shocked and angry, the knight's sword was unsheathed and placed on the butler's neck.

"Let me hear your sincerity." Luke said indifferently.

"The king and the queen said," the steward racked his brains, "the queen said that she would make His Royal Highness's younger sister a princess!"

Luke frowned slightly.

"Make her a princess, and then marry an envoy from the northern barbarians," said the butler. "Aphra has the divine power of light, and she can exchange for a large number of horses and slaves!"

"...and more." Luke gritted his teeth.

The butler, Lin Lin, always talked about some trivial matters, using forgetfulness and nervousness as an excuse to try his best to delay the time.

"Forget it, Abel." Luke interrupted him, "As far as I know, you bought two manors with the Queen's bounty, including seven mistresses, thirteen illegitimate children, and never registered marriage in the church. Pass."

"I have investigated all your information." He looked down at the butler lightly, "You have lost my trust."

He drew his rapier.

Suddenly, the housekeeper let out a series of laughter like night owls.

"...Do you really know all of them?" He looked up and stared at Luke, "Then, does Your Highness know that Valentine is my twin brother?"

Luke froze.

Valentine, the name the little prince will never forget.

——That was his favorite swordsmanship teacher in his childhood.

It wasn't a coincidence that the housekeeper and the swordsmanship teacher looked so similar.

They are brothers of the same mother.

"Remember?" The housekeeper smiled miserably, "Brother treats you like his own son, because you will never marry or have children."

"He died teaching you sword skills! And his younger brother has worked so hard to serve you for so many years, yet you want his younger brother's life!"

"——He is cruel and ruthless, not as good as a beast."

His voice was hoarse like a ghost.

Luke's pupils shrank suddenly.

At this moment, the butler's eyes suddenly burst into a smoldering light, and he suddenly pulled out a gun from the back of his waist and pointed it at Luke.

And Luke was in a daze.

The sound of launching the crossbow machine sounded, and at the same time, the sound of sharp weapons piercing the air came from a distance.

The poisoned crossbow shot straight at Luke's chest, half a second before it pierced the little prince's heart, a thin sword flew into the air, knocking the poisonous arrow into the air with a "ding".

Luke woke up with a start.

The moon-white cloak blocked his sight, the fragrance of grass and trees came from his nose, and a series of divine spells buzzed quickly in his ears.

The tone of voice was no longer as gentle as usual, and the curse was filled with unforgivable anger.

Ask the gods to burn the heathen with the fire of the sun—that is the magic of light that kills people.

"Lance, no." Luke whispered.

The spell stopped.

Luke pushed him away, faced the butler's face, and swung his sword down.

The butler's head rolled down.

An invisible light curtain blocked the blood splashing from the headless corpse for him. After the sound of blood splashing, the forest returned to silence.

When putting the sword back into its sheath, Luke's sword shook, and the iron objects collided with each other, making an ear-piercing sound of friction.

"...Your Highness." Lance's voice was hoarse.

Luke seemed to have never heard of it.He squatted down and carefully picked up the head that had been chopped off by his sword.

Lance walked to his left and saw his expressionless face.

Blood splashed from nowhere stained Luke's face, and tears flowed from his left eye, merging into the blood.Blood and tears lingered down his cheeks and trickled into his neck.

An unspeakable pain hit Lance's heart.

He hugged Luke gently from behind.