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

Restored freedom, obtained the seat of the Holy See, and received a royal title.

No matter which one of them is obtained, Lance's status will be elevated instantly, even equal to the little prince.

Great temptation.

If it falls on someone else's head, that person will be ecstatic,? I can't wait to kneel down on the spot to thank the old man.

And Lance just silently skipped the previous temptations, and noticed the last one - "The key to the library of Shenghonglin".

With the ancient books in the library, maybe the curse in the temple can be lifted.

For a moment, he thought a lot in his mind, but his face didn't move at all, and he looked at the old man without any trace.

"You've got the wrong person." He said, "I'm just a slave, and I don't have holy power."

The old man laughed happily, rubbing the twig cane in his hand.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that the secret will be leaked,? Going to the guillotine? No, you are not a person who is afraid of death."

Lance was silent, his green eyes were deep and indifferent.

The old man took a step closer to him, squinting his eyes and staring at his eyes, as if he could read people's hearts.

"Or is it—afraid that the master will find out that you have made a small move behind your back and kick the dog who betrayed him?"

Lance's pupils shrank slightly.

"I don't understand what you mean." He looked indifferent, "Excuse me first."

Lance turned around and walked towards the back kitchen. He felt a slight wave of holy power from behind.

He stopped, turned sideways and said indifferently: "Since you have this strength, why come to me for help."

"The talents of the sect are withering,? As for me... I can't accept my old age." The old man sighed, "I can't even supply enough holy power to the 'Yaoguang Pagoda'."

Hearing "Yaoguang Tower", Lance paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

An old man's voice came from behind: "If you change your mind, come find me at the place where you first met."

"—I believe it won't be too far away from our next meeting."

His voice suddenly became firm and deep, as if he was speaking of an established fact.

For the next week, what the old man said kept ringing in Lance's mind.

——Because Luke was rejected by the person in charge of the Shenghonglin Library and Yaoguang Tower.

Not once, but five times.

"Those pedantic old men!" Luke walked up and down the bedroom violently.

"Gold, silver and jewellery, power and status, classics and books... don't want anything, and say 'even if you bring a holy object, the Pope will not open it'... I will bring cavalry to level this dilapidated library in the future!"

The succubus is like a ticking time bomb with an unknown time, if he can't solve it, he will be restless every day.

The next time he becomes a succubus again, is he going to grab another random person and kiss him forcibly? !

Luke has always been able to buy whatever he wants with gold coins. He has repeatedly asked politely to enter the museum but has reached the limit of his patience.

Lance waited quietly at the side, looking at His Highness like an angry cat. Because of his pride, he ran around the room with frizzy fur, seeing nothing pleasing to his eyes.

Luke finally picked up a vase, intending to destroy something to vent his anger.

"Excuse me, Your Highness," Lan Siwen said, "Miss Aphra praised that vase in the morning."

Luke snorted, lifted it up high, then lowered it gently, and angrily plucked the flowers in the vase.

"Suicide." He sneered, and the petal corpses in his hand were flying around. "If you don't know how to cater to the needs of the world and the powerful, the 'Oracle Sect' will disappear sooner or later."

The "Oracle Sect" is the most obscure and mysterious of the three sects of the Guangming God Sect. The scriptures are written in ancient languages, and translation into any other language is prohibited.As fewer and fewer people use ancient characters, there are very few supporters of the "Oracle Sect" among the people.

Not to mention the nobility.

Luke himself was keenly aware of their obstinacy.

He tore the petals to think, and suddenly thought of a person, his eyes lit up.

"Do you have any suggestions, Lance?"

The Holy Honglin Summer Palace is the territory of the Oracle Sect, and so is the Yaoguang Pagoda.In the original work, Lancelot must have obtained the support of the oracle sect in some way in order to be in charge of the Yaoguang Tower.

Maybe Lance knows how to play to his liking.

"They only believe in God, and believe that they can occasionally learn about God's thoughts from the changes in the stars." Lance said humbly, "Your Highness, I think only by changing the trajectory of the stars can they guide them to open the library for you."

After hearing his words, the excitement in Luke's eyes faded.He pursed his lips and turned his back, saying nothing, but his slightly slumped shoulders expressed his disappointment.

Lance's eyes moved slightly.

"Your tailor is here, Your Highness." A waiter came to announce.

"Go in." Luke calmed down and said seriously.

He didn't know when the next succubi would happen, so as not to make a fool of himself in front of outsiders, he had been staying in his residence for the past few days, reading scrolls brought from monasteries around the world.

But there is not much time left for him. A week later, the nobles will hold the May Flower Ball in the Shenghonglin Summer Palace. He cannot hide in his bedroom all his life.

Lance helped him put on the new clothes sent by the tailor. In the silver mirror, Luga was wearing a loose wine-red gown, the hem of which hung down to his ankles. With a slight movement, his white and thin ankles were looming.

"Great Your Highness, you have perfectly displayed the beauty of this gown!" the royal tailor said in an exclamation tone, "You and this gown will definitely be able to paint the most beautiful strokes at the ball!"

Luke looked at the lazy and extravagant nobleman in the mirror.

"I don't need it." He took off his robe, "Please make another set of clothes for knights."

The tailor was stunned and regretted, "But Your Highness, you are more suitable..."

"Do as His Highness orders." Lance said lightly.

The tailor backed away while shaking his head.

Lance came over and wanted to unbutton Luke's shirt, but Luke took half a step back naturally, sideways to avoid Lance, and took off his underwear by himself.

Lance paused.

This is not the first time.

In front of outsiders, their master and servant behaved as usual, and Luke still discussed theological issues with him in private. Only when serving closely, Luke would be a little alienated.

He was no longer the same Luke who could shower unsuspectingly in front of Lance.

He is deliberately keeping his distance.

Luke noticed Lance's hesitation, and said while taking off his clothes: "I have hands and feet, and I can do some things by myself. This way you can relax a lot, can't you?"

"I don't think serving you is troublesome, Your Highness." Lance said with downcast eyes.

Luke glanced at him helplessly.

I really don't understand.

People like Lancelot probably don't even understand the meaning of kisses, and if he bites them, it's just like being bitten by a dog.

Lance didn't understand, but Luke was a normal person.

No matter how it doesn't matter, the kiss partner who is in a state of confusion and love serves him personally every day, and occasionally bumps and bumps between limbs, he will feel embarrassed.

"I don't want to have any contact with you." Luke turned his eyes and said, "You don't have to understand the reason, just follow my order."

He looked a little grim.

The people around fell into silence.

After a while, Lance came back with the casual clothes he usually wore, and stood not far away, with his head slightly lowered.

Luke just used him as a clothes rack, pulled the shirt from his arms, and put it on himself.

Coincidentally, there are so many shirts for the little prince, but this one has a complicated design, with three pearl buttons on the back.

Luke raised his arm to reach it, and buckled the first one unskillfully, but accidentally pulled the hair on the second one, causing the end of his eyes to twitch in pain.

"Let me help you." Lance said softly, "I must be careful not to touch His Highness."

His voice was gentle as usual, and Luke looked at him with his head tilted, always feeling that Lance was cautiously wronged, but there was nothing when he looked carefully.

Even a dog is not used to being suddenly deprived of duties.

Luke couldn't help wondering if he had been tamed too much, otherwise Lance wouldn't even want a chance to rest.

Even if you fasten a button, you have to grab it.

"Come here." He gave Lance the third button.

Lance helped him straighten his shirt, moving lightly, without touching him at all.

"Your Highness likes that gown very much, why don't you keep it?" He asked.

"Because that's not the image that the future king should show." Luke wondered, "How do you know I like it?"

"If Your Highness doesn't like it, you can leave the robe and put it in the warehouse without wearing it." Lance said, "Instead of restraining yourself, return it to the tailor."

indeed so.It's better to send away the things you like out of sight, than to keep itching every day and have to endure not wearing them.

"You are very careful." Luke looked at Lance from the reflection in the silver mirror.

"I just care about His Highness," Lance said.

"That's right, as long as you're attached to your heart, you can achieve what others can't." Luke said, "If you're attached to your heart, you will be the most caring servant if you perform the duties of a servant; Can become the most competent king..."

He stopped talking.

He actually taught a person who was a threat to his throne what is the way to be a king, is he crazy?

But even when he mentioned the throne, Lance remained calm, as if he had no interest in the throne at all, squatting down to straighten his belt.

The half-closed door was suddenly pushed open.

"Brother, Lance, look at the new dress the tailor gave me..."

Aphra's excited voice slowly fell, and finally stopped on a meaningful smile.

In the bedroom, Luke only wore a close-fitting underwear, while Lance knelt in front of him on one knee, with his hands still on his waistband, very close.

Luke seemed to be enduring something with an annoyed expression, while Lance had a holy ascetic face, and when he saw her come in, he was surprised to be interrupted.

"Go ahead." Aphra was about to close the door.

Luke read her inner thoughts in a second.

"What are you thinking about!" He said in embarrassment, "Come back!"

Aphra could only walk into the bedroom with a smile on her face.

Seeing her, Luke's eyes lit up.

The royal tailor not only brought Luke the gown for the Mayflower Ball, but also designed a dress for Aphra in the shape of a princess under Luke's instruction.

The white dress is matched with light goose yellow, pure and noble, just like a rose flower in bud.

From birth to now, Aphra, let alone never wore it, even dared not imagine that she would wear such a dress in her dreams.

No need to ask, just looking at her slightly flushed cheeks with excitement, Luke knew that she liked it very much.

"Our little princess will catch everyone's attention at the ball." He praised with satisfaction.

Aphra couldn't help but bend her eyes, put her hands on her chest and prayed softly: "I hope God won't blame me for coveting the beauty of my skin."

"The necessary sense of ritual is indispensable." Lance said, "And this is your brother's wish."

Luke's eyes flicked between the two of them.

Lance didn't notice.

Aphra smiled at them as if she had thought of some brilliant idea.

She held up the hem of her skirt uncomfortably, and turned her head and said, "Brother, didn't you say you want to teach me how to dance court dance?"

This is what Luke promised her.

Aphra had been hiding her name in the past, and this would be the first time she appeared in front of the nobles as the king's illegitimate daughter and the owner of the holy power.

Her dancing has to be flawless.

When they came to the reception room, the court musicians were already waiting there. One of the two musicians played the harp and the other played the violin. Beautiful dance music flowed from the strings.

"Look carefully, I won't demonstrate too many times."

After instructing his sister, Luke followed the rhythm of the music and took a female step while holding the air.

Before crossing, he was envious of people with healthy limbs, and he especially loved watching dances.The little prince happened to be a master at the dance party, and the two people's memories of dancing were fused together, and it was easy to dance the girl's step.

Luke was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon he was intoxicated by the music and the rhythm of his legs.

He closed his eyes slightly, raised his head when the dance music was high, and his neck was gracefully curved, like a swan playing in water.

The entire living room seemed to be the center of the stage because of him.

At the end of the song, Luke was still a little bit reluctant.

"How is it?" he asked Aphra.

"Awesome!" Aphra was shaken dizzily.

"...I mean how are you doing?"

"The sense of substitution is not strong." Aphra blinked, "My brother wants to dance with others, show me, otherwise I don't know how to grasp the scale, so as not to step on the partner's feet."

Luke only likes to dance alone, and he doesn't want to dance with anyone, so he had to let her watch carefully, and danced again by himself.

However, there are still three consecutive "can't understand", "can't learn", and "don't feel".

He even said something like "Brother and Lance dance together for me."

Looks like a little fox.

His heart is clearly revealed.

Luke showed a smirk: "I don't care. You and Lance practice. He won't mind you stepping on his feet."

"Brother!" Aphra took his arm, "You are the best dancer in the entire Holy Kingdom, an artistic genius! Are you going to abandon your sister who sees and treats you every day, and throw me to another man? ..."

She has a sweet mouth and can be coquettish, which makes Luke feel proud and guilty at times, and he really can't bear to soften his heart.

It's just a dance, what's the point of satisfying my sister's wish once?

Luke raised his head to signal the musicians to play.

"Only once." He said to Afra, "Put away your strange thoughts and study hard."

"Ok!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Luke walked towards the center of the living room, where Lance was already waiting, extending his hand to invite him to dance.

They had also danced a dance when they first met, among the sensual crowd in a brothel.It's more like a duel than a dance.

It's just that the situation back then was very different from what it is now.

Luke's hand stopped two centimeters above Lance's hand, making a gesture of clasping it.

Lance looked up.

The overture sounded, and they both stepped back and bowed to each other, then walked towards each other again.

When they were close enough, Luke stared into Lance's eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Remember my previous order." He said lightly, "Don't touch me."

The author has something to say: Lance: Your Highness is embarrassing me.

Luke: What's wrong with me?It's all the fault of CP fans.

Share the comments from the readers of the last chapter "I'm going to rot—! Just forget about rotten death".

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Lance: Your Highness, Xia Zuo won't be angry if I stick with you, right?

Xia Zuo wouldn't be jealous if he knew I carried you away, would he?

ah--!If Xia Zuo knew that I was kissing you, wouldn't he beat me up? ! !

It's so scary, Master Xia Zuo, unlike me, who only loves His Highness——

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