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

A succubus' kiss has a certain magical effect.

The bedroom door was locked behind him, and Luke blocked the prey, tiptoeing for a kiss.

The cold body temperature of the other party was gradually infected with heat. I don't know how long it took,? The roles were reversed, and Luke had already collapsed on the bed when he recovered.

The pain of bone growth disappeared,? He seemed to be soaked in a puddle of warm water,? Lazy and comfortable, almost fell asleep.

...just something harassing his mouth all the time.

Luke's vision gradually became clearer, and he fell into a pair of green eyes.

Those eyes are full of his shadow, calmly suppressing the ecstasy.

...Lance?

why so close?

Luke was confused for a while.Realizing what they were doing, his eyes suddenly widened, and his teeth snapped down.

The smell of blood filled the mouths of the two of them. Lance's eyelashes remained motionless, as if he didn't notice the pain at all, and he was still doing what he did before.

Luke was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he punched Lance on the side of the face, turning his face away.

Temporarily out of control,? Luke quickly retreated with his hands and feet,? retracted into the innermost part of the bed, and rubbed his mouth fiercely with his cuff.

—Who can come and tell him? This is a dream, right?

The hot lips and sore tongue reminded him that everything happened for real.

Lance stood up slowly,? That punch was hard, and red marks were gradually appearing on the side of his face,? Thanks to that punch, his reason took over his body again.

He blinked slowly, looked at Luke on the bed, and asked uncertainly, "...Your Highness?"

"Kneel down!" Luke roared, his voice trembling.

Lance bowed his head and got down on one knee.

The light pink on his cheeks gradually faded and turned pale.When the head was lowered, the messy long hair was scattered on the side of the face and behind the shoulders, revealing a section of cold white nape with two bloody scratches on it.

The buttons of the gown had been completely unbuttoned, and the breasts and abdomen were faintly visible. Luke glanced at it and was so angry that he didn't want to look any more.

As for his clothes... Luke glanced at them with his heart in his hand. Fortunately, except for a few folds, there was no sign of being untied.

After the initial shock and anger passed, he found that at least on the surface, it was not himself who was being slighted, but Lance.

By the way, "Wine of Divine".

Little by little memories from the past came to his mind.

If someone puts something in his drink to embarrass him, he must carefully arrange the person who embarrasses him.Instead of being in a private bedroom with the barely obedient Lance like now.

Maybe it's the effect of the liquor itself.

And "Divine Wine" is beneficial and harmless to ordinary people, only demons can't touch it...

Luke was thinking quickly when he suddenly heard Lance call again: "Your Highness."

There was something else in his voice, but Luke was now irritated when he heard him speak, pulling up the quilt to cover himself.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he froze.

Why are the nails black?

By the way, demons can't drink "Divine Wine".

……demon?

The blood color quickly faded from Luke's face, he hurriedly got out of bed, and staggered to the front of the full-length mirror.

The young man in the mirror was panting heavily, with two pairs of fangs looming.The ears are more pointed than usual, the blond hair is parted, and a pair of horns like a milk goat protrude from the forehead.

There are also bones that have been painful before... A short black snake tail extends out of the tailbone, and the shirt is unbuttoned, and a pair of bat wings hang down under the shoulder blades.

Luke's expression was blank.

He mechanically tore at the scaly creature until blood flowed out from the tender wing roots, and the nerves were connected to his brain, which hurt like ten thousand needles.

"Your Highness."

There was an answer to why Lance's voice was abnormal before.

"What is this?" Luke asked blankly.

"……Succubus."

Luke shook slightly.Then he put on his shirt as if nothing had happened, let down his blond hair, and turned to look at Lance.

"I'm not a succubus." He said slowly.

He can't be a succubus.

If he is a succubus, what will the Holy See do?What about the throne?besides--

What will his old enemy, Lancelot the Chosen do with him?

The boy's expression was terribly calm, and the sharp corners of his brows seemed to be able to cut people.He stared closely at the silver-haired holy son who was kneeling before him, and stepped back step by step.

Lance stood up slowly.

"Kneel down, don't move!" Luke raised his voice.

Lance walked up to him.

"Stop!" Luke sternly groped for the iron behind him.

Lance strode forward, and Luke pulled out the long sword hanging on the wall. The sharp sword made a harsh friction sound when it was unsheathed, and only halfway through the swing, the whole body was imprisoned in his arms.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid."

Lance's voice was soft and firm.

"I will save you."

The long sword cut his lower abdomen, and a drop of blood gradually fell on the back of Luke's hand.His wrist trembled violently as if it had been scalded, and the long sword fell, making a loud bang.

"You..." Luke was stunned.

It never occurred to him that Lance rushed over just to hug him.

Maybe it's a tactic to delay the attack?Does Lance need to do this?If the hug was just to trap his movements, then his sword...

Countless thoughts were mixed in Luke's mind, but in reality he was unarmed and could only let Lance hug him like a weak doll.

Lance hugged him so tightly that he was almost suffocating.

"It's the demon in Heka Manor, isn't it?" His voice was hoarse.

Luke had never heard him speak in that tone—if it had been from someone other than the cold-hearted Lancelot, he would have thought that the man had been robbed of something he held dear and was now full of anger.

The illusion was fleeting, and soon Lance's voice calmed down.

"I will destroy it and undo the curse for Your Highness." He comforted Luke, "Your Highness will be fine, I will protect you."

Luke was slightly taken aback.

curse?

Did Lance think that the demon had cursed him so that he would become a succubus?

The look returned to Luke's eyes.

That's right - no matter what the truth is, in Lance's eyes he is a victim of the devil, then Lance will forgive him and save him as much as he can.

This is the way out that Lance inadvertently gave him.

Luke's fingertips clenched the shirt on Lance's back, like a fallen man clinging to the hem of the shirt hanging from God's rescue.

"Please save me." He said softly.

Weak, innocent, and lost lambs release a little pleading, like a pious man praying to the gods.

The candle was flickering, and his shadow dragged on the ground for a long time, with sharp horns exposed on his forehead, but he looked like a demon with teeth and claws.

After a moment, Lance let go of him, and his eyes regained patience and tenderness.

"Your Highness, please tell me how this all happened, will you?"

Luke sat back on the bed, and Lance turned to warm the milk for him with holy power.His holy power was never a secret between the two of them, let alone conceal it now.

Warm milk is helpful for peace of mind. Luke drank some, and his body, which had become cold from the fright, gradually warmed up, and his thoughts became much smoother.

He glanced at the sword wound on Lance's side and said, "Stop the bleeding first—the blood will stain my floor. There are medicines and gauze in the second drawer of the desk."

Lance seemed to have just noticed his wound.He smiled at Luke, and wrapped it in layers of gauze after cleaning and applying the medicine.

He reacted to the wound and pain several times, and finally Luke discovered the abnormality.

"You don't feel pain?" Luke frowned.

"Yes, Your Highness," Lance said. "It's been like that for as long as I can remember."

If it is congenitally painless, then it is reasonable that Lance is the only one who cannot use the healing technique in the light divine technique.

... It is said that such a person is particularly vulnerable to injury.

Luke concealed his inner feelings and talked about the business: "Apart from you, does anyone else know about the succubus?"

"I don't think so, Your Highness." Lance said, "Your succubus characteristics only appeared after entering the bedroom, and the dark aura was very faint, so I didn't notice you at the first time..."

Hearing him mention the previous incident, Luke's annoyance at being interrupted just now came back to his heart.

That was the first time he had kissed anyone.

After time-traveling, he has a normal body. In the dead of night, he also fantasizes about exchanging his first kiss with his future wife at the wedding.

It's all gone now.

But the first kiss was of no practical use value to him, so he lost it as soon as he lost it. In retrospect, he took the initiative to kiss, and it wasn't uncomfortable.

On the contrary, for Lance, being forced to kiss a man, then losing his mind under the temptation of the devil, breaking the doctrine of abstinence... must have caused a huge psychological impact.

A mess.

"I don't blame what happened before." Luke put the milk aside, "As you said, it was a curse, a misunderstanding. You must forget it. God will forgive you for your last resort."

Lance was silent for a moment, lowered his eyelashes and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

In fact, these are trivial things, Luke thought, the important thing is that the Holy See will never allow the devil to take the throne.

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and half-disclosedly told Lance about the demons in the Heka Manor and the "Divine Wine".

"I haven't had much contact with that demon, and my memory is very vague every time. As for when I started contacting it, I can't remember it. He seems to have done something to me, but I don't understand black magic, let alone why it was changed. Become a succubus."

He emphasized again: "I am completely forced, a victim of coercion by the devil."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance speculated, "The curse may have been planted when you were young, and perhaps it was stimulated to strike early because of the conflict between the holy power in the holy fruit wine and the curse."

"Is there any solution?"

Lance hesitated a little.

"Tell me." Luke said coldly.

Langston paused and said, "I can try to expel the curse for you, but it may not be successful, and the process will be very painful."

"Then do it." Luke resolutely said.

Lance sighed insignificantly, knelt down in front of Luke with a solemn expression.

Pointing at the center of Luke's forehead, the holy power poured into his body, Luke snorted in pain, the holy power that once warmed him is now as hot as the fire of purgatory, a hundred times more painful than tearing wings, almost burning his soul.

He bit his lip in pain, and blood slid down the wound.Something wanted to be stuffed into his mouth, so he bit it tightly.

Five seconds later, Lance withdrew the holy power, but Luke collapsed like a lifetime of pain.

He refocused his eyes, and realized in a daze that the thing he bit just now was Lance's hand.The fangs were deeply inserted into Lance's flesh, Luke's mouth was filled with the taste of Lance's blood, and his lips were dripping with blood, like a vampire who had just drunk blood.

Lance stared at him with eyebrows locked. If Luke didn't know that he didn't feel pain, he might have mistakenly thought that he was bitten by him.

"Did your Highness feel the pain of tearing?"

Luke nodded weakly.

"The curse is deeply rooted, and I can't find its root cause with my ability." Lance blamed himself, "Perhaps we need to consult more classics to find a way to lift the curse."

Luke closed his eyes.

"After becoming a succubus, what else will happen to me?"

"The succubus is hidden, and I know little about it." Lance said, "Your Highness, don't worry, the black magic on your body is thin and unstable, and you may turn back into a human soon."

Finally there is good news.

"Before I transformed back, it was said to the outside world that 'the little prince's butler died unexpectedly, and the little prince drank his sorrows away, and he will not pick up guests'." Luke ordered, "As for the records about the succubi... there is a library here. "

Although the theological library of the Saint Honglin Summer Palace is not as large as the capital and the Holy Land, it is the oldest.

If you want to get permission to enter the library, it may take a lot of work...

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, his body shook slightly, and he sat down quickly.

"It's late at night, Your Highness, please rest tonight."

Luke still wanted to hold on, but Lance's movements were gentle but strong, and he couldn't help but tuck him into the bed and lie down.

Buried in the bed, Luke slowly turned around and curled up sideways.He wrapped himself into a silkworm cocoon, and hid his entire face in the quilt, leaving only a small tuft of blond hair.

"You go out. I want to be alone tonight." He mumbled.

Lance seemed to want to persuade something, but finally just bent down.

"Yes, Your Highness." He said softly, "I'm right outside the door, if you need anything, please call me anytime."

Luke didn't respond, as if he was fast asleep.

After the room was completely quiet, he poked out half of his face from under the quilt and found that Lance had left a small candle for him by the bedside.

Luke touched the small and tender corner of the hair. It was hard on the inside and soft on the outside. It didn't feel like pinching it, but it hurt when it was pulled hard, similar to the feeling of nails.

Actually he lied.

When Lance's holy power was injected into his body, there was no tearing feeling of the so-called curse being torn away.

There was only the pain of his own soul falling apart.

Intuition told him that this was not a curse.

He "is" a succubus.

What those holy power hurt was not the unnecessary "curse", but himself.

The little prince's biological mother has never been recorded in the parchments, and it seems to be an unknown mistress.

But if it was just an ordinary mistress, why would the lustful king never forget her mother, and even made him a prince against the Holy See?

His biological mother might not be a succubus...

And the vampire in Heka Manor.

Luke stretched out his hand to look at the Ouroboros ring. The amethyst on the ring tonight seemed extraordinarily full and full of evil luster.

At that time, he didn't understand the words of vampires. Thinking about it now, that vampire probably knew his identity a long time ago, and has been helping him disguise himself as a human until he ascended the throne...

——The devil ascended the throne, this is a great shame to the Guangming God Sect, isn't it?

Luke twitched his lips mockingly.

He doesn't like being someone else's pawn.

Physical exhaustion overwhelmed Luke, and he tried his best to pull himself together, but finally he couldn't hold back the tiredness and fell into a lethargic sleep.

There were too many shocking changes that night, Luke should have been unable to sleep all night, but perhaps because the hot milk was so effective, he fell into a drowsy sleep until dawn.

It was Xia Zuo's noise outside the door that woke him up.

Luke was confused for a moment, and the first thing he did was to touch his forehead, back and tailbone.

Thanks to the God of Light, the signs of the succubus, which were not so obvious, have completely disappeared. In the mirror, he is no different from before except a little haggard.

He became human again.

The tense strings in my mind were suddenly relaxed, and the feeling of fatigue mixed with various emotions came flooding in like a tide.

Luke was broken.

He frowned and looked in the direction of the door, scratching a few handfuls of hair.

What's the noise?

At the fireworks show last night, Xia Zuo had been looking for Luke since he was dispersed by the crowd.

He vaguely saw the silver-haired servant named Lancelot in the crowd, and saw Luke staggering away in his arms holding his hand, and he didn't know where the man was going to abduct Luke. .

Xia Zuo was furious when he thought about it, but then he thought about it, what's so strange about it?

That Lancelot was originally Luke's lover, and he seemed to have no control over what the two of them did.

But I was still so angry that I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He suppressed his urge to sabotage Luke's "intimacy" with Bie, and waited until it was daylight before he had an excuse to go to Luke's residence to find him.

After inquiring with the servant, I found out that His Highness was drunk last night, and Lance carried him all the way back. Before entering the bedroom, he couldn't wait to kiss... kissed him.

"Your Highness is very enthusiastic, and Lance is a bit overwhelmed." The little maid blushed as she said so.

When Xia Zuo heard it, and imagined it again, his brain exploded, and he didn't think clearly about what to do, so he was about to walk in.

The little maid hurriedly stopped him: "Lance said that His Highness will get up late today, and everyone should take things lightly so as not to disturb His Highness's rest."

Why go to bed late and wake up late, the answer is self-evident.

The last tendon in Xia Zuo's brain broke, and he instantly turned into a raging red-haired lion. It took seven or eight princes' guards to take him back to the waiting room.

He drank three glasses of ice-cube lemonade and counted the small scratches on his army boots for a while to cool off.

Ten minutes later, he made an excuse to go to the garden, threw away the servants, and climbed up to the window ledge of Luke's floor from the other side of the castle with his bare hands.

To his surprise, he saw Lancelot in the corridor.

Lance stood by the door, neatly dressed, his long hair combed meticulously, without any trace of lust.

Sensing someone outside the window, Lance turned to Xia Zuo, the coldness and sharpness in his eyes were fleeting, and his indifference soon returned.

For a moment, Xia Zuo thought he would make a move, his whole body tensed up, and he almost fell off the castle.

Then he chuckled.

Just an unarmed slave, what's so scary?

Lance calmly made a "keep quiet" gesture to him, then looked away, and lowered his eyes to think about other things.

Don't pay attention to him at all.

"Who are you pretending to show?" Xia Zuo whispered, walking over step by step.

Lance didn't seem to hear him.

Xia Zuo pulled up his collar and found a fist mark on Lance's left face.

It was left by Luke last night.

Xia Zuo smiled slowly: "It seems that you are not that favored."

"Your Highness is still resting." Lance lowered his voice.

He was slightly puzzled by Xia Zuo's inexplicable hostility. If it were other times, he could naturally settle with this person in private, and by the way, settle the issue of this young master Cecil's repeated gifts of obscene books to His Highness.

But not now.His Highness ordered him to watch outside, he needs to stay here and never leave.

"They are all men. I know what your plans are." Xia Zuo sneered, "I advise you not to think about it. Now that the Winston family has lost power, don't expect a higher status."

He approached Lance and said slowly, "If I find out that you want to use Luke for something, I will make you disappear completely."

Lance found snake-like jealousy in Xia Zuo's wolf-dog-like eyeballs.

It turned out to be the case.

Lance seemed to understand something.

Out of some motive that he himself didn't quite understand——Lance looked at Xia Zuo indifferently, as if he turned his head inadvertently, and his silky long hair slowly slipped down, revealing a section of his neck.

The two scratch marks on the side of the neck suddenly jumped into Xia Zuo's field of vision, nakedly swearing ownership.

Lance glanced at him coldly, and there seemed to be some pity in the green eyes hidden by the silver lashes.

Xia Zuo felt that he smiled slightly.

--laugh at.

Xia Zuo completely exploded.

He slammed Lance against the stone wall, and at the same time, the door beside them slammed open.

"It's so noisy, it's endless!" Luke was wearing a nightgown, hugging two pillows, and standing barefoot, "The dead can make noise from the coffin board!"

"Luke..." Xia Zuo scoffed.

Luke picked up the two pillows in his arms and threw them at Xia Zuo and Lance one from the left and the other from the right.

Lance hugged the pillow and smiled when he saw Luke's appearance returned to normal.

Xia Zuo buried his face behind the pillow: "I'm worried about you, so I came early in the morning..."

"Get out!" Luke yelled, "I'm exhausted, I haven't slept well for several days, and I won't see anyone today!"

After delivering the declaration of staying in bed, he closed the door with a "bang" like when he came.

Xia Zuo died down, and stood listlessly, playing with goose feathers from the pillow.

But Lance knocked on the door politely.

"What are you doing?" Luke heard Lance's knock on the door from inside, "A dog knows better than you at guarding the door, and I still want to ask you for a crime, so I am in such a hurry to receive punishment?"

"Master Cecil is His Royal Highness's best 'friend' after all, and as a servant, it is inconvenient for me to control him." Lance explained.

"Whoever he is. My order is the highest standard of your behavior." The voice inside drifted away again.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance smiled.

Xia Zuo's eyes were like copper bells, and he gritted his teeth at Lance.

This treacherous and cunning villain!

"By the way, Your Highness," Lan Siwen said, "If Your Highness wants to continue to sleep, I think you need a pillow?"

It was quiet inside.

The rations in the Shenghonglin Summer Palace were not as complete as those in the Prince's Mansion. The only two pillows in Luke's bedroom were thrown out like cannonballs when he released his waking energy.

Luke: "..."

Lance waited patiently.

After a while, the door opened a gap, and a white hand stretched out, grabbed the pillow that Lance handed over, and retracted with a "whoosh".

The door is closed.

Xia Zuo, who lost a chance to please, hugged the pillow with most of the goose feathers missing, his face turned blue with anger.

Lance respectfully made a "please" gesture.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with his attitude, but after experiencing the previous incidents, Xia Zuo felt that Lance was provocative no matter how he looked at it.

Xia Zuo took a deep breath, glanced at Luke's door, and held back.

Not suitable here. "Go out and fight again." He gritted his teeth.

How to get the autistic little prince out of the room became the biggest problem of the day.

Luke and the little prince are the same age, and they are not even eighteen years old. After crossing, they have encountered so many things that they have almost reached their psychological limit.

A whole day of escapism under the covers seems like a good idea, too.he thought gloomily.

Anyone who dared to disturb him was kicked out.

I don't want to eat either.

——This is a bit worrying.

"Your Highness, lunch..." Lance spoke again outside the door.

"roll."

"Your Highness, this time it is..."

"I said not to eat!"

"This time it's me, brother." The girl's sweet voice sounded outside the door.

Aphra.

Regarding this sister, Luke always felt that he owed her a lot, especially after what happened last night.

He immediately got up and brushed his hair twice, managed to arrange his clothes and bed so that they could at least be seen, and then coughed lightly: "Please come in."

A blond girl walked in.

"I thought my brother would look like a hangover homeless man." Aphra said with a smile, "As expected of my brother, even if he's a bit sloppy, he still looks good."

Luke pursed his lips.

The wound from biting on his lower lip has not yet healed, and the sharp-eyed Aphra immediately spotted the small wound and suggested, "Shall I help you?"

"Hmm." Luke raised his chin obediently.

Aphra supported his chin, pouring healing power into it.

Luke, who turned back into a human, did not react against the Holy Power, and the small wounds gradually healed.

"The lips, the corners of the mouth, and the tongue..." Afra smiled inexplicably, "Was it intense last night?"

Luke's face turned red from embarrassment.

"I bit it myself." He said viciously, "Eating candy ruined my tongue."

"Hmm, um, it's all sugar..." Aphra obviously didn't believe it.

She withdrew the holy power, and Luke licked his mouth, and couldn't help admiring his sister's exquisite healing technique.

The awakening of the holy power is related to personal character and experience. Aphra's grandfather was a court doctor. She liked to treat kittens and birds since she was a child, and the holy power has also been developed towards healing.

Unlike someone who has no pain and no healing skills at all.

"Lance has several injuries..." Luke hesitated to speak.

"I've treated him outside just now," Aphra frowned. "Brother, what kind of violence did you do to cause such a serious injury?"

"I cut it." Luke said truthfully.

"Where's the face?"

"I beat him."

"hand?"

"I bit."

Luke lowered his head slightly.He didn't take this matter to heart at all before, but in front of Afra, he was like a scolded child, a little restless.

Aphra looked at him with disapproval: "The strange hobbies about you from the outside world can't be true?"

"He and I are innocent, really." Luke took Aphra's hand, "You have to believe me, Lance should love..."

He shut up.

He wants to match Lance and Aphra, then what?

He himself became a succubus, unconsciously kissed Lance—and then pushed him to his sister in order to gain power?

If he did this, Luke himself would be disgusted with himself.

He screwed everything up.

Luke scratched his palm with his nails, and had the urge to hide back under the blanket.

A hand gently stroked his hand, stretching his palm.

Aphra smoothed the small crescent-shaped nail prints, and held Luke's hand with both hands.

"No matter what my brother wants to do or who he wants to like, I will support you." She said with a slight smile, "No matter what others say about my brother, I will always love you."

Luke's eyes were slightly sore.

In the world in the parchment, Aphra must have told the little prince that way, right?

She married and preached for him and his country, and died in a foreign land.Can't protect her country like that, can't protect her church... why die for these things?

Luke thought that after taking away Afra's brother's body, he would give her back a better brother.In fact, his arrival accelerated the historical process of Aphra's distant marriage.

No, he won't let that happen.

"I will definitely protect you." Luke held her hand and swore to her seriously.

"You're talking nonsense again." Aphra smiled and squeezed his fingers, "If you don't even eat, brother will starve into a mummified corpse and become a ghost to protect me?"

"...I'll eat." Luke said with a stiff neck, "I'll ask someone to prepare lunch. I'm going to the living room."

"Lance has already gone to prepare, he really understands you." Aphra pouted, "He is sincere to my brother, brother, don't hurt him casually."

Luke slid limply under the covers.Aphra has deeply misunderstood their relationship, and he no longer knows how to explain it.

——In addition to hastening bad luck, his arrival also broke up his sister's marriage.

It was awesome.

He thought in bed.

Half an hour later, Luke went to the living room for dinner, and was surprised to find that Xia Zuo hadn't left yet, and even more surprised to find that Xia Zuo was limping like a mummy whose leg had been beaten.

Except for one time when Xia Zuo sneaked out of the mansion to play with the little prince when he was a child, and was found by Earl Cecil and beat him to the bone, Luke had never seen him in such a mess.

"Did you get into a fight with the bear?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Bear? Hehe." Xia Zuo glanced at Lance, then quickly looked away.

Twenty minutes ago, he finally waited for Lance to leave the damn door, and then challenged Lance to a duel.

"I'm short on time," Lance replied politely, "I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with the aftermath of Master Cecil."

At that time Xia Zuo didn't understand what he meant, and thought he was looking for an excuse to escape.

It wasn't until he broke his leg and fell to the ground 1 minute after the duel started, and saw Lance pick up the tray and turn around and hurried to the kitchen, that he realized that there was no time to "clean up his leg" because he had no time to "clean up his leg".

Who would have known that a seemingly weak little lover, but not bad at all, had a strange power in his body?

It's just a devil's upper body.

He really wanted to sue Luke.

But it's too humiliating to be beaten like this by a slave, how can this be said?

Xia Zuo was upset, and could only hint to Luke: "Lancelot is hiding something, and he must have other plans by your side. He is very dangerous."

At this time, Lance was standing beside Luke and cutting steak for him, and he didn't seem to hear Xia Zuo's evil words at all.His expression was calm, his movements were steady, and there was no sound between the silver knife and the porcelain plate.

Luke raised his eyelids and glanced at him, a little amused by Xia Zuo's hostility.

If there is a conflict of interest between them, it will be at the later stage of the original book. Could this also belong to the predictive instinct of the beast?

"He's just a servant, a slave. Can you get rid of him?"

"He's not a simple slave."

"I know."

"You know...?"

"Xia Zuo, is this all your ambition?" Luke put down his knife and fork, "Practice climbing skills outside the castle, and then break a leg?"

"no……"

"How did you break it?" Luke frowned, "Say it, if it's the servant's fault, I will punish them for you."

Xia Zuo glanced at Lance, who was as if nothing had happened, and couldn't get out of his breath.

This guy has already made sure that he won't say it!Wait, one day he will pull out the fox's tail under the sheep's skin...

Seeing that Xia Zuo was hesitating, Lu Jia thought that he was just a habitual pleader, so he no longer doubted the truth about the broken leg.

He received the morning letter from the attendant, and took the lead in opening the "love letter" brought by the "lover" from Heka Manor—or the information he collected.

"Your father will be sent to the northern fiefdom next week." Luke said, turning his fork.

Xia Zuo was taken aback: "When was the decision made? I don't even know."

"It was just decided the night before yesterday." Luke said indifferently, "The Prime Minister acted very quickly."

Xia Zuo understood: "The Duke of Fromens wants to drive me away from you."

"That's right." Luke frowned, "I've tried my best to get you out of the 'King's Hunting Day' incident...but they obviously blamed you for the death of the assassins. Sorry, Xia Zuo." Indeed, Ann Qiluo is a pawn hidden in the dark. The Duke of Fromens didn't know about Angelo's existence, so he could only think of Xia Zuo Cecil, who was a soldier.

Xia Zuo was confused.

"But this is an opportunity." Luke looked at him sideways, as if thinking about something.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Xia Zuo said directly.

Luke smiled: "Is my intention obvious?"

"Our friendship still needs to beat around the bush?" Xia Zuo crossed his arms and leaned back bluntly, "If you can use me, just say it."

Luke's heart warmed.He smiled slightly, and quickly calmed down again.

"All in all, it is to find out the weaknesses of the northern barbarians and what they need. I will write to you in detail."

The queen wanted to marry Aphra to those barbarians, and it would not be long before the negotiations between the two countries came. If he wanted to prevent bad luck, he had to make preparations in advance—prepare to establish a relationship that was strong enough to rival a marriage.

"Then you really found the right person." Xia Zuo said, "I have part of the same blood as them, and I can only do this."

"No, it's not just because of this." Luke looked at him sincerely, "It's because I only trust you, Xia Zuo."

Xia Zuo's face and eye circles slowly turned red, and he was almost moved to tears.

The towering barbarian scion may look tough and heartless, but he's actually quite emotional -- especially when it comes to brotherhood.

Luke was a little overwhelmed by his reaction, reached into his chest pocket, and handed him the scarf.

Xia Zuo took the handkerchief, and didn't shed tears at the end, just rubbed the bridge of Yingting's nose with the back of his hand.

"I will live up to His Highness's high expectations." He limped on one knee and knelt down on one knee.

"Safety is the first priority." Luke smiled and sighed, "First of all, we must take good care of this leg."

Xia Zuo languished again.

"It's a pity that I can't attend this year's 'Mayflower Ball' with you." He regretted.

Luke thought about it for a while, and couldn't help chuckling.

The aristocrats are good at having fun for themselves. The biggest event in April is the "King's Hunting Day", and the "Mayflower Ball" in May.The aristocrats used masks to show off, and many girls would meet their favorite lovers in this crazy night.

Last year, the little prince had to wear a skirt at the ball in order to please the king, so he lost his temper every day.And on the day of the ball, the tall and burly Xia Zuo also wore a custom-made skirt in palace attire, which attracted everyone's attention, so not many people paid attention to laughing at the little prince.

The little prince must have been very happy at that time.

Luke laughed while digging out small cakes, feeling that the memories were all sweet.

"Do you like to eat that?" Xia Zuo noticed the small cake in his hand.

Luke is a picky eater and rarely focuses on one food.But today, after he picked and ate some barbecue, he kept eating that plain-looking little cake.

After being reminded by Xia Zuo, Luke was also a little confused: "I don't know why I feel that today's is particularly appetizing. Has the cook not changed? Lance?"

"Your Highness, it's still Mrs. Maggie." Lance said.

Luke hesitated.

"Eat less sweets," Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows, "Don't wait until I come back to find that you are so fat that you can't even recognize you."

Luke sneered, and replied: "Sey