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

Under Afra's treatment, Xia Zuo's condition stabilized.

A flame rose in the fireplace, the ice melted, and the blue-purple color on his skin faded, and slowly became rosy under the influx of holy power.

Luke was wearing a silver beak mask and a cloak soaked in wax. Through a pair of thick white gloves, he held Xia Zuo's hand.

Xia Zuo is tall and strong, and the ordinary hospital bed even looks cramped when he lies on it.But now his eyes are closed, his breathing is slow and noisy, and Luke has never seen him so vulnerable.

The eyeballs under Xia Zuo's eyelids turned slightly, Luke held his breath, and saw his friend slowly opened his eyes.

"Luke,? Happy birthday." He rolled his eyes, and said slowly.

Luke's eyes turned hot, he didn't expect his first sentence to be this.

"I'm sorry... I didn't make it to your birthday party. I tried my best." Xia Zuo said.

Luke's lips trembled: "Stop talking."

His voice was muffled and hoarse because of the bird's beak mask. Although Xia Zuo couldn't see his expression, he could imagine how sad the little prince was for him at this moment.

Luke was sad for him, but he was happy.

"Birthday... I'll give it to you." Xia Zuo said with a smile, "You can play wherever you want."

Luke squeezed his hand heavily: "Wait until you recover from illness."

Aphra next to him said, "Master Cecil, can you tell us about your experiences these days? This can speed up the diagnosis and maybe help more people."

"It started after I received the imperial order from the king." Xia Zuo recalled, "At that time, my body was a little cold, but it was cold from the north, so I didn't take it to heart. After I set off, my body became colder and colder. I was in a hurry to get back on my way... in the end, I still couldn't hold on."

Luke did the math: "It's only five days from the onset of illness to severe illness."

Afra then asked: "When you left, did anyone else in the city suffer from this disease?"

"I haven't heard of it." Xia Zuojing asked after a while, "Is this really just a disease?"

The body surface is icy... the symptoms are too bizarre.

Aphra replied: "This is not an ordinary plague, nor is it any kind of plague recorded in history. I don't know what it is."

Luke looked towards the window: "Lance, I need your opinion."

While they were talking, Lance had been standing on the periphery, looking at Luke calmly.

"It's a curse." He replied without touching Xia Zuo, "There were traces of divine power in his body."

As soon as Lance opened his mouth, Xia Zuo realized his existence.The gray-blue sunlight came from outside the window. Against the light, Xia Zuo saw a nobleman whose clothes were the same as the little prince's.

In the two months since he left, the former servant has become Luke's contract knight.

"Becoming Luke's contract knight" - this has always been the wish hidden in Xia Zuo's heart.He was preparing to wait for Luke to be an adult and muster up the courage to ask Luke to agree, but he didn't expect...

He didn't expect that the magpie would occupy the magpie's nest. He didn't expect that he could not make it to Luke's birthday even though he tried his best.

Xia Zuo's eyes flashed with hostility, he turned his head, and coughed violently again.

"The illness has returned." Aphra said, "What's going on?"

Because he was worried about his parents in the north, Luke quickly comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. After you recover, we will go drinking and having fun, huh? I will supply all the time you left the holy capital." you."

Xia Zuo smiled wryly.

It can never be made up again.

He lowered his eyes and followed Luke's words: "If there is anything, my parents are asking you. Although one always beats me, and the other always grabs my ears to recite scriptures... But they are very important people to me. "

"I guarantee they are safe and sound," Luke said.

After Xia Zuo settled down, they exited the room.

Aphra closed the door and said: "After he is completely cured, the illness will still recur, which means... If it is really a curse, then the source of the curse is not in his body. I can only heal his damaged body continuously, but this is not a long-term cure." plan."

The housekeeper waiting outside reported: "Your Highness, the guard who had been in close contact with Master Cecil also developed symptoms of body cold."

Afra immediately said: "Move him to this ward too, pay attention to protection, and don't have any physical contact with him. If anyone in the mansion also develops symptoms of body cold, please inform me in time."

"The curse can also spread." Luke Shen said, "It's only been one night since they contacted, and the speed of transmission is too fast."

The plague was raging, and he had to act quickly.

Lu Jiali took off his mask and shook his hair: "Aphra, I'm asking you here first. Lance, follow me into the palace."

"I will also enter the palace together..." Aphra said.

"No!" Luke interrupted her.

His voice was unusually high, and it wasn't until he finished that he realized he was overreacting.

How could he not be nervous.

Aphra in the parchment may have died to cure this plague.

Luke took a deep breath to calm himself, and took his sister's hand.

"Please stay here, Xia Zuo needs you. And if the plague spreads in the holy capital, you can play a greater role if you stay."

Aphra looked at him deeply.

"I know what my brother has been afraid of. It was the Horkheimer tribe last time, and this time the plague is also." She took Luke's hand and said with a soft smile, "No matter what my brother knows... please don't be afraid, I will definitely protect myself."

She has always had a keen mind, and has already discovered Luke's heart disease from his frequent abnormalities.

Luke pursed his lips and stepped forward to hug her: "Remember your promise. I'm leaving."

He glanced at his sister and Xia Zuo again—the two people he cared about the most, and then glanced at Lance, leading him to stride away without looking back.

royal palace.

Luke truthfully reported the situation of the plague to the king and the ministers, which caused an uproar in the king's council hall.

"I have ordered people to isolate people who came into contact with them along the road. According to Princess Afra's current judgment, the way the plague spreads is through physical contact."

"It was the Cecil family who brought danger into the holy capital." The Prime Minister feigned anger, "Your Majesty, we shouldn't let Earl Cecil return to the capital, this is God's will."

"The plague in the north concerns the entire country. If you don't detect it early and let it go, the plague will eventually break out in the holy capital."

Luke's face turned cold, and his words were sharp, "My lord, are you still thinking about how to eliminate dissidents?"

However, this old and cunning palace minister who has been in the court for decades will not be ashamed to blush because he pokes his mind.

The palace minister's expression remained unchanged: "The plague is the punishment of the gods on the Cecil family. Has everyone forgotten? Their ancestors were despicable pagans."

Luke confronted him tit for tat: "The Cecil family has surrendered to my God for 300 years. The Prime Minister maliciously speculates about God's loyal people. You are the one who should be punished by God."

"Okay, okay, don't make noise," the king felt sorry for the plague described by Luke. "The most urgent task is to block the king's royal road to prevent the plague from going south, so that patients will not flow into the holy capital and threaten us."

"Your Majesty is wise." A nobleman flattered, "As long as the isolation and protection are done properly, the disease will not last long without the soil of the human body."

The implication is to seal the city gates and let the people in the north fend for themselves. When they are almost dead, the plague will naturally disappear.

The ministers were silent and did not approve of this cruel move, but they did not openly oppose it either.Because they know that this is the most cost-effective and least-loss approach.

The north is already poor and has been plundered by barbarians year after year. Even if the population drops sharply, the impact on tax revenue is minimal.

Luke glanced at the faces that were sitting and watching, feeling chills in his heart.

At this moment, the court doctor hurried into the king's council hall with his two apprentices.

"Your Majesty, the tax collector from Fort Lobito arrived at the palace three nights ago. He was seriously ill when he arrived. We have tried our best to rescue him. Unfortunately, His Excellency the tax collector died just now."

Fort Lobito is a military fort in the north near the fief of the Cecil family.

"What was the cause of death?" Luke asked.

"The whole body is freezing, and the organs are failing." The court doctor replied.

The council hall was in an uproar.

"It's the same illness as Xia Zuo Cecil." Luke said to the officials, "Mr. Tax Official was seriously ill three days ago, and the plague has probably spread to the holy capital, and the scope of its impact is immeasurable."

Seeing that the court doctor's face was pale with cold, he frowned and said, "I think this court doctor also needs to be taken care of in isolation."

Hearing this, the ministers around the doctor immediately took a few steps back, panicking.

"We must take this plague seriously." One of the marquis said, "The matter in the north..."

He stopped here and looked around the ministers, trying to find a suitable candidate who would go deep into the northern epidemic area.

But every nobleman he saw avoided looking.

——After all, no one wants to go to the place of narrow escape.

Luke took a step forward, put his hands on his chest, and performed a knightly salute.

"I will go to the north immediately to find the source of the plague." The young man said loudly, "I will do my best to solve this catastrophe."

The ministers were sensational.

"Absolutely not!"

"Your Highness, you are a candidate for succession to the throne!"

"His Royal Highness's body is precious, how can he be in danger so easily!"

They had just joined the little prince's team, and the little prince was going to die in a hurry. How could this be possible?

There are also nobles who secretly thought that the little prince has always been a person who can perform miracles. Every time he would run towards a goal that everyone thought was impossible to achieve with a solitary courage, and then in the exclamation of everyone Create miracles.

...and maybe this time too.

"Extremely arrogant." The palace minister snorted coldly.

"My lords, don't worry, I will definitely come back alive." Luke drew out the dagger and slashed at his wrist.

Blood donations gushed out, and he remained silent behind him until Lance's eyes flashed a look of pain, and he stepped forward to hold his wrist.

The holy power melted in, and the wound healed instantly.

Luke held up his smooth-skinned hand and showed it to the nobles.

"I'll come back alive - here's the proof."

Needle drop could be heard in the hall.

Luke's move is tantamount to giving everyone in his camp a reassurance.The brave and fearless prince and his omnipotent paladin—His Royal Highness Luke will always be the most powerful backer of the nobles.

With the approval of the officials, Luke looked at the king again.

His father had just ordered the palace servants to get the cloak to protect against the plague, and now he was looking up and down the council hall suspiciously with his arms folded, as if he was looking for the transparent virus in the air.

He didn't have the slightest worry about his son's imminent danger.

"Go, go if you want." The king waved his hand as if to drive away some mosquitoes.

Luke's eyes dimmed, he lowered his eyes, saluted again, turned and left.

"I wish your Highness the best of luck." The blessings of the officials came from behind.

In order to get to the northern border as quickly as possible, Luke did not take a carriage.He even declined the bodyguard provided by the Marquis, and only rode with Lance, and ran to the north at the fastest speed.

After riding for a whole day, when he dismounted to change horses in the evening, Luke's knees gave way and he almost fell down.

Lance caught him in time, and was about to hug him horizontally, but was rejected.

"I'll do it myself." The boy said stubbornly, holding his arm.

After riding for too long, his legs seemed to no longer belong to him, his whole body was sore and trembling disobediently.

Lance healed him, but that didn't quite relieve the tired muscles.

"Find a place to rest, Your Highness."

"No. We count every second." Luke said firmly.

He wants to set up a protective shield for the land behind him earlier, and protect those he cherishes behind him.

When traveling at night, when he was so sleepy that he was about to fall off his horse, Luke followed Lance's advice and sat sideways in Lance's arms, resting against his chest.

After the birthday night, he should keep his distance from Lance... But now that the country is in crisis, Luke doesn't have time to pay attention to that much.

He is like a delicate rose raised in a pot in a greenhouse, struggling to prop up its sharp thorns, facing the wild wind and rain.

Fortunately, Lance sheltered him from the wind and rain.

They walked without sleep for three days. On the evening of the third day, when Luke got off his horse, he accidentally fell down and never got up again.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was in a daze from the pain.

Lance noticed that the fabric of his inner thighs had been stained bright red.

"Do not……"

Before the words of refusal were uttered, Lance said forcefully, "We must rest tonight."

"I can still..."

"You can persevere, but I'm tired, Your Highness." Lance softened his voice, "I haven't closed my eyes for a long time."

With his current demigod body, he doesn't need to sleep, but for Luke to rest with peace of mind, that's all he can say.

"Okay." Luke compromised, "Thank you, Lance."

Lance led two horses, hugged the boy, found a farmhouse, and exchanged coins for meals and a place to rest.

He put Luke down and knelt down to examine the injury on his inner thigh.

Luke pressed his shoulder.

"Just use the healing technique directly."

"Flesh and cloth are stuck together, and it can only be healed after being torn apart and cleaned." Lance said.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind.

"Tear it up."

He couldn't let these details delay his trip, and he needed to have a healthy body to face the next crisis.

He watched helplessly as the fabric was torn away from the skin bit by bit, exposing the bloody heels of his legs, and the pain pierced his mind like needles.

"Hmm..." He couldn't help but hum softly.

Sparks popped out of the fire, and there was a "crack".

Under his hands, the young man's white and tender skin was roughly torn off, leaving bright red bloodstains.

He was short of breath due to the pain, and his thighs bounced slightly, which could easily arouse the sadistic desire of others.

But Lance didn't have a half-hearted heart.

He only felt sorry for His Highness.

The wound was finally cleaned and healed. Luke put on a new pair of pants, endured the remaining pain, and lay down on the creaking broken bed.

After a while, Lance still didn't go to bed.

"Aren't you coming up?" Luke was lying on the bed, surprised.

He thought that Lance would spare no effort to get close to him and ask him for human warmth.

"I'm afraid that your Highness will be squeezed." Lance smiled, "Is Your Highness inviting me up?"

"Of course not." Luke immediately refused.

The further north you go, the colder the climate.June in the holy capital has begun to become hot, but the north still has to rely on fires for warmth.

There was a warm yellow fire burning in the dark room.

"Do you remember your father?" Luke said softly.

Lance answered the question seriously: "He is upright and kind, and I will never be able to be like him."

"The virtues of the old duke are truly unmatched...the king is also unmatched at the other extreme." Luke sighed, "We are all different from our father."

As a king, he is fatuous and innocent; as a father, he is worse than a stranger.

He and the king, the father and son, were like a farce. He watched the king make a fool of himself with cold eyes, folded his arms and sneered on his face, but his heart was bloodied again and again.

Luke closed his eyes.

During the long night, the fire gradually went out.

"Your Highness," Lance said when the last flame disappeared, "after you go back this time, be my Majesty the King."

The author has something to say: Lance: I dare not go up, I am afraid that I will be too excited and hit His Highness.

For those who are puzzled about what happened in the previous chapter, you can go to the topic building in the previous chapter for a detailed explanation.

Dear friends, yesterday the trash author went to the hospital in the afternoon because of hand pain, it was tenosynovitis, and he is currently learning to adapt to the phonetic code.

(Lie down with Xia Zuo)

I worked too hard before and didn't know how to exercise and protect. I used up my handles. I may not be able to update [-] a day in the future. QAQ

What's worse is that the list that I wanted to go even if I gave up my hand didn't make it because of bad luck. The saddest thing is this, hey.

感谢在2021-07-07?09:11:38~2021-07-07?23:14:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Ying Chitose? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Mu Mu, Ying Chisui, baby, let me go! ? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：林胤桐（阅）?6瓶；蒙卡明菲?5瓶；塔矢亮的妹妹头?4瓶；追、缘澹?3瓶；土豆糊?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!