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

After Osiris closed his eyes reluctantly, Luke, the dean, Cillian, and a group of children from the orphanage joined forces to drag five sleds.

All the children, big and small, looked at Luke curiously.It was the first time they had seen such a good-looking person,? And this beautiful brother was the prince of their country,? He also saved them from the plague.

Just like an angel,? It's elusive.

Luke put down the sled, clapped his hands, and looked at the children who had lost their parents.

He smiled brightly, and said kindly: "How about we go in twos and twos, and have a sled race?"

When those bright purple eyes turned around, the unattainable feeling just now disappeared.

"Okay!" The children gathered around.

Lu Jia pulled Cillian and said with a smile, "Is anyone willing to play with the new little knight?"

The children looked at each other, some shyly raised their hands and said "I do", while some cheerful boys had already run over to hook Xilian's shoulders.

Cillian raised his head and asked Luke, "Brother Your Highness, can I not partner with you?"

"I already have him." Luka pointed at Lance with his thumb, and said in a slightly narrow voice, "Lance is inconvenient,? If I don't partner with him, no one will want to play with him."

Hearing this, Xilian pouted angrily.

Lance was already sitting on the seat behind the sled, smiling as he watched Luke explain the rules of the game to a group of children. He was like a king of kids.

Although he doesn't have any extra sympathy for human cubs, he is greedy for the tenderness that His Highness inadvertently reveals when he gets along with the children.

Luke helped the children in the orphanage form teams in pairs, and then walked towards Lance.

The sun shone on his blond hair so brightly that it seemed to be on fire.

Seeing Lance's appearance, he laughed out loud.

The stool behind the sled was too petite. The slender Lance sat on it, hugging his knees and curling up like a big snowman squatting on a small red bucket.

"You don't need to do anything, just sit obediently." Luke snatched the two iron rods from his hand, and said brightly, "Watch me take you flying!"

He was so absorbed in the children's play that he didn't realize anything was wrong.

"Okay." Lance said with a smile, "I will cheer for His Highness from behind."

"However, before your Highness goes to the battlefield, you need to put on a suitable 'armor'." He did not know where to conjure a pair of thick rabbit fur gloves, "Come on, don't rub your hands."

"Well."

Luke tore off his white silk gloves and inserted his hands into the soft, fluffy rabbit fur gloves.

Then he held the iron braze and rode on his "war horse".

Before actually skating, Luke was worried whether the two big men would be too heavy, and whether his own strength would be a little weak... After getting started, he found that skating was much easier than he imagined.

With a light flick of the iron rod on the ice, the sled slid forward a long way.

As a Southern kid, Luke was shocked.

"Lance!" The boy turned around holding the iron rod, his eyes were full of surprises, "Did you see it? Just now, I used such a light force, and just 'hoo'-"

In order to imitate the "huhu" wind, his lips were slightly pursed, a little dry, and he really wanted to be kissed.

Lance stared blankly.

Luke slid excitedly again and floated far away. Lance couldn't sit still and almost fell.

The other children were dumbfounded.

Although skating on the ice is fast, His Royal Highness is too fast!It's like being enchanted by someone, playing with them is not a kind of sled...

As a matter of course, when the competition officially started, Luke and Lance's "war horses" took the lead.

Lance originally wanted to ease the difficulty for His Highness, but only then did he realize that he had gone too far.

...Although he grew up in the icy and snowy Erli City, it was the first time he tried skating.

He was very happy to spend the first time with His Highness.

Luke was also very happy.

Due to his physical condition, he had never had the opportunity to be exposed to exciting sports before.When the cold wind was blowing in his ears, he couldn't help but wonder, does the modern roller coaster feel the same way?

He was too involved, and once the iron rod got stuck in the ice, he couldn't pull it out for some reason.

He clenched his hands tightly and moved so fast that he was pulled off the sled by the iron rod before he realized what was happening.

Before wrestling, Luke instinctively closed his eyes—but fell into Lancetau's arms.

The two hugged each other and rolled twice on the ice, Luke was unharmed.

He sat up from Lance's arms and hurriedly checked the bones and flesh on his body.

"Why did you jump down too? Do you feel any injuries?"

Lance lay on the ice, looking up into those purple eyes full of concern.

"After all, it is my duty to 'closely' protect His Highness—whether it's on a horse or on an sled."

Luke gave him a non-threatening look, and found that there was no external injury on his body, and asked, "Do you feel any pain in your internal organs?"

"No, Your Highness."

Luke waved to the director of the orphanage and the children watching, indicating that they were all right.

When they came to an unexpected stop, the other sleds slowly caught up, and Xilian slid the most, surpassing Luke.

"Knight Xilian, go!" the little boy shouted, "I'm going to defeat the prince's brother's knight!"

He was obviously very dissatisfied with Lance's occupation of his body and the brother prince who rescued him.

Lance turned his gaze back and said to Luke, "Go, Your Highness. Win the battle for me."

Cillian was close to the finish line, and if Luke got back on the sled now, he could catch him; but if he wasted any more time getting Lance back on the sled, it would be too far away.

Lance knew very well that His Highness is a person with a strong desire to win, even in a competition with children, he will go all out and look forward to becoming the winner.

"I will not abandon you." Luke said firmly.

He took Lance's dangling hand in the void.

Through the thick rabbit fur gloves, Lance seemed to be able to feel the firm strength from His Highness's petite palm.

That seemed to say—no matter how eager he was to win the game, His Highness would never abandon him.

In His Highness's heart, "being with him" is more important than "winning the victory".

Luke half-supported and half-hugged Lance up, complaining "too heavy".

When he neatly placed Lance on the back seat of the sled, Cillian had already reached the finish line.

There was a look of "it's true" in Luke's eyes, and he was a little disappointed, but he didn't feel unhappy about being dragged down by Lance.

He continued to swing the iron rod and slid towards the finish line.

Lance received the holy power, and the sled seemed a little slow this time, but before Luke realized something was wrong, Lance bent down and picked up another pair of iron rods on the sled.

He and His Highness made concerted efforts to row forward.

At the beginning, the iron brazing was a bit rusty, and the two were not in step with each other, and they would fight each other.However, after a few slides, Lance followed Luke's pace.

They were the last to reach the finish line.

"Yeah!" Luke raised his arms high.

The children greeted them at the finish line, and a child said: "His Royal Highness did not abandon his companions even when encountering difficulties. He is indeed His Royal Highness!"

Luke was embarrassed by the praise, he didn't think he had such a virtue, the reason he did that at the time... was just because he didn't want to give up "Lance".

"...Well, so everyone should unite and love each other in the future." He followed the child and said the high-sounding teaching.

After this game, the atmosphere became much more active, and Xilian had already blended in with the children in the orphanage.

Luke reflects on the decision he made when he was in a hurry.

Give up victory for one person, stay in the north for one person, far away from the center of power.

He may have the potential to be a fool.

...He might just be stuck with Lance.

"Lance." Luke called him softly.

"Your Highness?"

"...Nothing." Luke lowered his eyes.

He originally wanted to say, "If I ascend the throne, just be my palace minister", and stay by his side and assist him for the rest of his life.

Then he thought of the history written in the parchment.

At that time, after Lance entered the palace, he took charge of the king's council through the palace minister, and finally seized power and became king.This has always been Luke's heart disease.

Even if the parchment scroll was fabricated by Miss Charlotte, the content in it may not be true, but he would not fake the memory he occasionally dreamed about in Yaoguang Pagoda.

If Lance becomes the palace minister, will everything go the same way?

In the afternoon, in St. Martin's Abbey, Luke put Lance to sleep and entered the church alone.

There is a confessional in the corner.

Believers confess to God in the confessional room, listened to by the clergy and pardoned in the name of the God of Light.

There is a dim window between the clergy and the confessor, who listen to secrets but never reveal them.

Luke wanted to use it as a tree hole where he could tell his secrets.

"I have a friend." He said softly, "He treats me very well, wholeheartedly, but I can't trust him."

There was no echo from inside.

"For some reason, I have always been afraid that he would betray me... Such fear makes me unable to see my true thoughts clearly."

After speaking out the words that weighed heavily in his heart, although Luke still didn't know what to do, his heart felt much more at ease.

He went to pull the door of the confession room, the door was ajar and unlocked, and the light was dim.

He went in and found that there was indeed no one inside.

Instead, someone sat down outside, as if wanting to confide in the confessional.

Just as Luke wanted to explain out loud that he was not a member of the clergy, the outsiders had already started.

"I once betrayed someone."

An elderly female voice sounded.

Luke was taken aback: Hearing the voice, it turned out to be Sister Alisa.

With his hesitation, Sister Alisa had already started to confess, leaving no time for him to go out and explain.

Because she said: "I betrayed a duchess."

Sister Alisa betrayed her master, the Duchess of Winston... aka Lance's mother?

It's about Lance, Luke listens attentively.

"Since she married into the Duke's mansion, she has not been allowed to appear in public." Sister Alisa said softly, "The Duke has locked the lady's beauty in the garden and bedroom forever."

Luke covered his mouth in surprise.

What do you mean?

The old duke, known for his impartiality and uprightness, actually imprisoned Lance's mother after marriage? !

Staying indoors is not the Duchess' eccentricity, but compulsion...

After being covered by the black veil, Sister Alisa covered her face with her hands, her loose skin like dead tree bark trembling slightly.

"I know the pain of my wife being grounded, but I can't help her... I even made mistakes again and again, pushing her into the abyss."

Speaking of this, her remorse was beyond words.

Luke didn't know what she had done to the Duchess to make her feel so remorseful.

"I thought that I could use my life to raise her only child as compensation..." Sister Alisa raised her voice, "But, I was wrong!"

Raising Lance, was it wrong for her?

Luke held his breath and dared not make a sound.

After being excited, the old nun sank into a deathly calm.

"This is God's arrangement. He is telling me that Madam doesn't care about my compensation."

"—she will never forgive me."

After Sister Elisa left, Luke didn't move a finger for a long time.

What he faces is a confusing mystery and a shocking twist.

Lance's father imprisoned his mother - does Lance know about this?

Luke intends to test him out.

If Lance didn't know, Luke wasn't going to tell him.After all, the Duke of Winston is dead, and Lance will be hurt if he finds out that the father he has always admired actually has a stain on his life.

Luke didn't want him to get hurt.

So he just asked, "Lance, do you know why your mother stays behind closed doors?"

Lance was sitting on the bedside flipping through the books. Hearing that the movements in his hands didn't stop, he replied, "Because father doesn't allow her to go out."

His movements and expressions were all too normal—as if it was a normal thing to detain people.

"...you know?" Luke's face was blank.

Lance felt that his voice was strange, and looked up at him.

Those green pupils are pure and straightforward.

"Yes. Because father loves her too much."

"Love?" Luke's lips moved, "How can loving someone imprison her freedom?"

He could clearly see himself in Lance's pupils.

The small shadow was completely included in the pupils of the eyes... He was so focused that it seemed to lock his figure with his eyes.

I only heard Lance ask lightly:

"Is there anything wrong with hiding the one you love and not showing it to others?"

The author has something to say: Luke: I am just talking about it, and I will re-do your three-view education for your father (weighing the whip

Lance: Your Highness tap QWQ~

Luke: ...how come you act like I'm using a sex whip!

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Author of "Magic Card": Han Shan Jingfeng

In order to protect his teammates, Al fell into the abyss of time.Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he also subdued the black-level magic card [Time]!

After he climbed out, he found that 2000 years had passed, and his former teammates had become legends!

The long-cherished wish of eradicating the source of magic pollution in the world has already been fulfilled by his teammates. Al, who lost his goal, thought hard and decided to fulfill his childhood dream - to be admitted to a real magic card academy!

……

In this world, human magic comes from magic cards.

For example, the magic card [Breeze] can make the owner summon a gentle breeze.

With the deepening of the research on magic cards, people found that the power of a magic card can be changed by adding appropriate attributives before the card name.

For example [Magic Breeze], which can be used to restore magic power;

For example [Healing Breeze], which can be used to heal the wounded;

Another example is [Breeze of Death], which is enough to become a big killer on the battlefield...

As long as the appropriate attributives are added, there are no useless magic cards.However, even a magic card player with both talent and strength, after experiencing countless failures, cannot guarantee that he can successfully create an attributive sentence.

Therefore, a suitable attributive becomes a treasure that countless magicians flock to.And those magic card masters who can create attributives are called attributive masters.

Magic level: white, green, blue, purple, orange, red, gold, black

Attributive grade: white, green, blue, purple, orange, red, gold, black

[Su Shuangwen, the author tried to write some plot in the cool article, cp Al x Ashley]

感谢在2021-07-16?17:48:57~2021-07-17?16:54:16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 mine: Ying Chitose? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Luyue; 5 bottles of you are the magic pointing finger;

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