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

Prince's mansion,? Luke ran all the way holding Lance's wrist.

He ran so fast that he nearly tripped and fell once, but Lansto gave him a hand.

"Your Highness, don't be so anxious, I don't hurt at all." Lance said with a smile, "This kind of injury,? As long as there is a healing technique, it can be recovered in an instant."

"Those are your eyes!" Lu Jiahu growled with a low face.

——Lance simply doesn't care about his body.Had he forgotten that his body not only belonged to himself, but Luke also belonged to him?

Luke was slandering, when suddenly he was picked up by the waist and carried on his shoulders.

He hugged Lance's neck in a panic to stabilize his figure, and said in panic and anger: "What are you doing? Let me down!"

"I want to show His Highness the flowers." Lance said.

"Are you crazy?! What kind of flowers are you looking at? Don't stop!"

Luke grabbed the silver hair at his hand and wanted to tear it, but he couldn't do it, so he could only knead it in his hands angrily.

"Lance,? I warn you, even if you have won honor for me as a contract knight,? It doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with me—"

Lance smiled silently.

He walked towards the garden with His Highness in his arms, and stopped after a while.As far as the eye can see, there are large expanses of white flowers. The white flowers are crowded into clusters of flower balls, which are lovely and lovely in the waves of green leaves.

Luke stopped struggling.

Where did these strange little white flowers come from?Why did it appear in his garden?

"Your Highness has kept it from me for so long, but now you have forgotten?"

A memory from a week ago came to Luke's mind: he had asked the boys to help him plant potatoes—on this very garden plot.

Are these white flowers the flowers of potatoes?

But it takes at least two or three months to bloom, but now it's less than two weeks!

"It's difficult to find what His Highness wants to hide and what He wants." Lance said, "But once you find it, it will be much easier to realize Your Highness' wish."

It only took him one night and one morning to learn how to use the holy power to give birth to plants.

Luke looked down at Lance's coarse clothes and the mud on the corners of his boots, and couldn't laugh or cry: "You really became a farmer..."

Lance looked at him and said, "After all, His Highness is excellent, and as His Highness's 'contract knight', he should be omnipotent. If it is for His Highness, he is probably good at being a farmer."

He put Luke down, picked a white flower and handed it to him.

Luke sniffed, and there was a hint of sweetness.

In the history of the world before he traveled, potato flowers were once favored by the Queen of France. She put them between her hair bun and neckline, and this dress was once all the rage among noble ladies.

Luke is sure that it will not be long before this magical flower that can save the famine will be widely spread in the holy capital.

There was no mention of potatoes on the parchment.

He changed history again—and Lance accelerated those changes for him.

"...You are the miracle itself." Luke murmured while twisting the flowers.

"Your Highness is my miracle." Lance said seriously.

Luke glanced at him with raised eyelids, skeptical of what he considered to be excessive flattery.

"I'm not lying." Lance rolled his eyes, "If you don't believe me, we can verify His Highness's 'miracle'."

Luke was aroused by him: he wanted to see how Lance would tease him.

Lance bent down slightly, and approached the little prince's face.

In order not to scare His Highness, the sword wound on his right eye was already covered with a layer of bandage, and the bright red blood was branded on the white bandage, in stark contrast to the emerald green of his left eye.

"If Your Highness really feels the pain for me..." He whispered, "Then just kiss the wound lightly, and it will heal."

Luke's eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous request is this?

Then he saw that Lance's icy cheeks slowly rose to light pink, the eyelashes of his left eye fluttered faster than usual, and his eyes were focused on him, looking a little embarrassed.

...Are you being shy?Really rare.

For a split second, the desire to see Lance embarrassed overwhelmed the offended.

There was interest in Luke's eyes.

He narrowly asked, "Do you want to add another spell, something like 'fly away with pain'...?"

"If Your Highness likes it." Lance smiled, "It will be a reward for giving birth to these flowers."

It's asking for a reward.

Luke smiled: "Then close your eyes."

Lance closed his eyes obediently.

Luke put the small white flower on top of Lance's injured eye, looked at his trembling eyelashes, looked at his handsome face...then silently kissed the flower.

"Okay." Luke straightened up, hiding the little white flower behind his back, "What about the 'miracle' you mentioned?"

Lance opened his eyes, with an indulgent smile floating in his eyes.

Even if he lost his vision, he knew that His Highness only kissed that flower only by smell and sound.

—but that's enough.

Lance pulled off the bandage on his right eye. The sword wound behind the bandage was rapidly healing, and under the bloodstained eyes opened like green glass beads.

"This is His Highness's 'miracle'." He said with a slight smile.

Luke was a little dazed when he was stared at by those gentle and blood-stained eyes.

Before he knew it, Lance's face was no longer blank, and his ruthless eyes were gradually stained with blood—the blood was still caused by him, Luke.

Luke licked his tiger teeth.

He suddenly felt very thirsty, and firmly believed that the current Lance must be very delicious.

The breeze floats, and the smell of other humans floats in.Several boys from Heka Manor were walking towards the potato field.

Luke's mind cleared.

In broad daylight...forget it.

He rolled his eyes, and quickly pinned the little white flower to Lance's temple.

He admired his "work" for a moment, smiled as a prank, and then greeted the teenagers with his hands behind his back.

"I already know what you want to report to me in the morning. As you can see, these flowers that suddenly went crazy were made by Lance. Next, you can cooperate..."

While listening to their Highness's arrangements for follow-up matters, the teenagers glanced at the flowers on the contracted knight's temples, and couldn't help laughing lowly.

The cultivation and selection of potatoes has thus accelerated the process.

After breaking up with Adorno, Luke thought that this false friendship would come to an end.

But it didn't matter, he believed that Adorno would not give up the potato.

Unexpectedly, Adorno appeared in front of him the next morning—with his apology.

Luke raised his eyebrows as he looked at the hundred horses that were nowhere to be placed outside the prince's mansion.

"I discussed with your palace minister to use them to marry the princess." Adorno had a tired shadow under his eyes, "but I found that I am not qualified to marry the princess, only a true warrior is worthy of him."

After he finished speaking, he frowned violently, pressed his temple in unbearable pain, his lips moved and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Lance raised his eyes as if he felt something, his eyes were cold.

Luke looked puzzled.

Giving up the marriage so easily... Are you playing hard to get?

Adorno looked at his suspicious expression, and smiled wryly, "I'm serious. These horses are my apology, and I hope you can forgive me, Luke."

"Sorry for hurting your contract knight, can we still be friends in the future?"

Luke thought of Lance's eye injury again, and felt displeased.

But compared to national affairs, Lance's injury is a private matter after all, and he cannot ruin the country's diplomacy because of the dog's personal affair.

Thinking of this, Luke smiled politely and said noncommittally, "Thank you for your gift. I sincerely hope that the Horkheimer tribe and the Holy Kingdom will be forever good."

Adorno looked disappointed: "I'm going to go back to the tribe the day after tomorrow."

"So early?" Luke was surprised. The mission of the Horkheimer tribe should have stayed in the Holy Kingdom for more than half a month.

Adorno clenched his right wrist, shook his head, and did not reply.

When he looked up again, he said as the patriarch: "I can't return empty-handed from this trip. As a prince, you should understand."

He was asking Luke for potatoes.

Luke certainly did not forget these peaceful crops.

"I will teach you how to grow potatoes that I know so far, and I will give you some excellent bean seeds." He said, "But in exchange, I hope that the two countries can form a contract of peace and mutual benefit, and use our mutual Faith bears witness."

"It's a word."

After signing the contract, Luke took Adorno to see the potato flower field. Now the flowers have completely withered and the leaves have turned yellow—but after several rounds of experiments, Luke knows that the potato tubers are considered mature at this time.

"You said this is the food we ate yesterday?" Adorno stared. "This plant is very common in the wilderness. Our tribe will eat its flowers and leaves, and the taste is different."

Luke asked someone to dig out the tubers: "This is the real food."

He let Adorno watch the whole process of potatoes from digging to dicing to cooking into a delicacy, and then put these power-bringing foods into Adorno's mouth.

"I didn't expect it to be such an inconspicuous little thing. This is simply a miracle..." Adorno exclaimed.

Luke leaned against the arch and smiled: "Do you think this gift I gave you is worthless?"

"It is right in front of our eyes, but we haven't found it for thousands of years." Adorno sighed, "Without you, we might not have found it for hundreds of thousands of years, discarding its golden tubers and continuing to starve. "

He smiled bitterly and said, "Although it's a pity that I can't take you back, God is right, you are our leader."

He mentioned the "god" and "leader" of the alien race many times, and Luke couldn't help being curious.

According to the information that Adorno revealed in a few words, before he met Luke, he had dreamed of Luke's appearance, and received the guidance of God, prophesying that Luke would save his people.

This unknown alien god is likely to be on Luke's side.

As a demon, Luke was destined to be abandoned by the God of Light. If he could get the support of another god...wouldn't it be easier to get the crown?

"I am very interested in your religion." Luke said.

Adorno said unexpectedly: "For you, this is a heresy that will be burned on the stake."

Luke was reminded: there are indeed too many people here.and……

He glanced at Lance.

Is it too long to think of apostasy in front of a paladin?

Seeing his hesitation, Adorno proposed: "Can you say goodbye to me tonight?"

Talking about it at an intimate drinking party seemed like a good idea.

Luke nodded in agreement.

As night fell, he boarded the carriage as agreed, turned around and said to Lance who was following him, "I said, I will act alone tonight."

"Your Highness, that barbarian has a dark aura, which appears and disappears from time to time, and I can't judge it accurately." Lance pressed his hand closing the car door, "He is very dangerous, and I must protect you personally."

People who believe in darkness carry a dark aura, which is normal in Luke's eyes.

He looked at Lance's stern eyebrows, and said with unwavering momentum, "As a prince, I have the right to protect my privacy."

Because of the force, the blue veins on the back of the boy's hand arched, and through a thin layer of white silk gloves, Lance felt the tough attitude of that hand.

The silver-haired knight's eyebrows softened, but his eyes remained firm.

"Then I will stay outside the door and promise not to hear His Highness's conversation—I swear in the name of the God of Light. Similarly, if His Highness has an accident, I can also enter in time to protect you."

He took a step back, but still wouldn't budge.

It is cruel that a dog that has always been carried with him is now turned away.Even after becoming a noble knight, Lance still lived like a watchdog.

"...No need, Lance." Luke also softened his attitude.

"I don't like His Highness staying with him." Lance shook his hand, expressing his emotions frankly.

He looked straight at Luke, with pure and naked jealousy in his green eyes.

That look slightly burned Luke's heart.

He wanted to tell Lance that he and Adorno were just drinking to get information, and no matter how cruel he was, he would never have a heart-to-heart with someone who hurt his dog.

But after thinking about it, such an explanation seemed too hypocritical...as if he cared more about Lance's mood.

"As you like." Luke raised his chin proudly and withdrew his hand, no longer caring about Lance's actions.

When he arrived at the tavern, he glanced at Lance who was obediently guarding outside, and then walked into the cubicle agreed with Adorno.

The door closed behind them, separating them.

At the beginning, Luke still remembered what Lance was doing outside, and as the topic started, he quickly got involved in the conversation with Adorno.

"In the legend of our family, the mainland is governed by nine gods, the most powerful of which is the God of Light, and the other is the God of Darkness. And the patron saint of our family is Oneiroi, one of the Nine Pillars Gods."

"Nine?" Luke said, "In our records, there is only the God of Light on the mainland."

This may be ideological castration for the sake of pure faith.

"A hundred years ago, the Nine Gods still existed, and they were weaker than the God of Light." Adorno's eyes darkened, "Now, I'm not sure if the patron saint of my family is still there."

Luke said: "But you said that it was the Dream God who gave you the guidance to marry the princess."

"I thought it was the Oneiroi until yesterday's competition—the Oneiroi would not manipulate the bodies of believers during the day." Adorno still had lingering fears remembering yesterday.

Luke raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Are you explaining yesterday's attack on the contracted knight who hurt me?"

"I hope you can believe me." Adorno said sincerely, "It is probably the dark god who controls me. The gods of my family may have been swallowed by darkness."

Luke took a sip of wine with the attitude of listening to a story. In his eyes, this person has no credibility at all.

Adorno said: "Light and darkness are in a contest. 18 years ago, the priest said that the God of Light and the God of Darkness made a bet, and each put their precious 'treasures' into the world, and planned to annex the gods. .”

Precious "treasure"...

Luke immediately thought of Lance.

Is the so-called "God's Chosen One" in the parchment the "precious treasure of the gods" in Adorno's mouth?

If Lance is the treasure of the God of Light, then what is the "treasure" that the God of Darkness put into the world to compete with Lance...

When Luke thought of the "villain" character in the parchment, he immediately thought of himself.

But how is it possible?

He is just a half-succubus, originally the succubus is very low-key among many demons, he has a lot of shortcomings and restrictions, but the succubus has no talent at all...

In terms of strength alone, Osiris is about the same.

"Have you ever heard the name 'Osiris'?" he asked.

After hearing this name, Adorno's expression was greatly shocked.He pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "The rumored Darkness God..."

Luke immediately pricked up his ears when he heard the "Dark God". After all, the Dark God is the ancestor and patron saint of all demons, and he is also the god who is most likely to support him.

Adorno suddenly stopped.

When he looked up again, he smiled.

It's hard to imagine that Adorno's upright and angular face could show such a sinister and feminine smile.

Luke's pupils shrank suddenly.

Adorno's eyes, he found, had turned the same purple as his own—or, rather, the same purple as Osiris.

"Are you calling me? Good boy." "Adorno" got up and walked towards him, "I'm very happy that you finally remembered my name."

——Is what Adorno said true?Was something really manipulating his body?

In the blink of an eye, Luke pulled out the knight sword with a "swish". The sword was blessed by Lance, and it was shining with holy light.

"Osiris." He probed in a deep voice.

"Ok?"

While responding to him casually, Osiris straightened Adorno's wolf fur scarf while showing a disgusted expression.

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

He had a laid-back demeanor, as if he was gossiping.

"Don't come near me." Luke raised his sword and took a step back, "My contracted knight is right outside the door, if you don't want to be burned to ashes by him again..."

"He." Osiris smiled happily, "He's still enjoying the 'gift' I gave him."

What did Osiris do to Lance?

Did something happen to Lance?

Luke gritted his teeth, didn't talk nonsense, and directly raised his sword and swung at him.

However, when the blade landed in the palm of Osiris, blood flowed out like an ordinary person being wounded by a sword, and there were no burn marks produced when the holy power burned dark creatures.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Osiris smiled, "This is a genuine human body, your sword will kill Horkheimer's young patriarch first, and before the holy power touches my soul... I already left."

Luke would not be ignorant of the consequences of such a major diplomatic accident as killing an envoy.

The moment he hesitated, Osiris snatched the sword from the edge of his hand, and stared straight at Luke with purple eyes.

...a curse in the eye?

Luke immediately closed his eyes, but in the next second he was held down and slammed against the wall, causing a sharp pain in the back of his head.

The world fell into darkness.

Damn it, it's clearly a demon, and it still needs to use such a violent physical "fainting technique"...

This is Luke's last consciousness.

The boy passed out under the impact, and slowly fell limp.

Osiris held the back of the boy's head with his palm, and after confirming that there was no blood in the blond hair at the back of his head, he raised his brows relaxedly.

"Like a hedgehog every time." He stroked the boy like a small animal, "Be good, huh? I don't want my precious 'treasure' to suffer."

As for the "treasure" of the God of Light——

Osiris cast a glance outside the door, as if he saw the silver-haired paladin struggling under the curse through the wall.

He ignited the curse buried in the paladin's body, and it should take a long time to escape from the entanglement of negative desires.

In the earliest presupposition of Osiris, two "treasures" would compete for the throne of this country, and his Luke would take the throne, dyeing the kingdom of angels with the color of dark night.

Unexpectedly, the fate of the "treasure" that is not controlled by the gods is closely entangled.

Osiris was angry that his "treasure" was coveted by the light, and at the same time he conceived a brilliant idea.

During this period of time, he will make an illusion that Luke has been frivolous, and let the dark desire in the paladin's heart grow wildly, expand, explode, until self-destruction...

But how to make an illusion?

Osiris raises Adorno's hand, disgusted.

This body was much dirtier than the previous vampire's, with the stench of beasts all over him, he couldn't even bear to touch Luke with this hand.

He thought for a moment, then took Luke's own hand.

White and tender slender fingers, round nails dyed rose color.

Osiris looked admiring and content: this was his work of art.

He used Luke's own hands to knead and knead Luke's lips until the lips were pressed red and bloodshot, and finally cut some small openings with his nails-the icing on the cake.

"Make him mad with jealousy... that's enough." Osiris said with satisfaction.

Do you want to undress some more?

He just pulled away the corner of Luke's shirt, and at this moment, high heat gushed out, and the walls and ceiling melted under the golden flames of the sun.

In the steaming heat, the silver figure distorted.

Lance stood in the middle of the golden flame, holding the cursed black snake in his hand, and his left chest was dripping with blood.

His golden eyes moved slowly and landed on Luke.

The author has something to say: False God of Darkness: He is defiant, sitting on the throne of the abyss, looking down on the gods, and casting a contemptuous glance at the world.

The real dark god: obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsessive obsession, my son is unhappy because of the bright pig again, the father-in-law who forcibly breaks up (?) young couples every day.

感谢在2021-07-01?23:09:06~2021-07-03?11:50:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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