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

The next day, Luke went to the old king's funeral with the black cat in his arms.

The black cat is too clingy, it meows and howls when he leaves.Luke asked someone to take it away several times, and listened to the howling that resounded throughout the palace several times, and reluctantly carried it back.

Even when dealing with general state affairs, let it squat on your shoulders, or wrap around your feet.

The black cat is also very fierce. Several times Luke's eyes turned red because he missed Lance, and he would get pawed by the cat.In the end, it turned into an adult cat chasing battle, and all the sadness was forgotten.

With the black cat by his side, Luke felt hollowed out into the heart of a rag bag,? refilled with a little ball of cotton wool.

At the funeral of the old king, the black cat was very obedient. When Luke read the eulogy, it squatted obediently at Luke's feet, with its tail hooked on his calf.

The sarcophagus was covered with a black cloth, and the sarcophagus was lowered into the ground amid the prayers of the bishops and priests.The ministers in the palace stepped forward one by one and sprinkled flowers inside.

Handfuls of earth and rocks flooded the old king's sarcophagus.

The drizzle was misty, an umbrella was propped above Lu Jia, and Xia Zuo's generous and burning palms were caressing his shoulders.

"Your Highness, there will be me in the future."

"Thank you." Luke patted his hand lightly, "Have the Marquis and his wife settled down yet?"

Xia Zuo nodded: "My parents are very grateful to you, and have grown to like you very much."

He leaned closer to Luke's ear, and made a joke: "During the few days you went to the north, what kind of ecstasy soup did you give them?"

The corners of Luke's lips curved slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw some strangely dressed people coming to the funeral.

Those people diverted his attention.

They all wear masks and cloaks.The bright golden beak is curved under the hood, covering the entire face.The other parts of the body are covered by a simple white cloth, and the hem of the clothes flutters when walking, elegant and light.

"The Oracle sect claims that it is the image of an angel." Xia Zuo was quite disdainful, "Every time they appear on stage, they wear these strange costumes, just like a group of heretics."

"...The Oracle Sect." Luke murmured.

He has always suspected that Lance is the person behind the oracle sect, otherwise how could it bestow holy power on ordinary people, and why would it stand on his side?

The Oracle Sect helped Luke, but Luke did not want to let the Oracle Sect control him.

Among the three sects of the Light God Sect, Luke supported the most well-behaved one.After the election of a new pope, he will be crowned by the new pope supported by him.

"The Oracle sect also wears masks at funerals?" He frowned.

"This is their habit." Xia Zuo said, "One of the eighteen bishops, the 'Shen Tongue', has been hiding his true colors all year round. It is mysterious, and now it has a new leader, which is even worse. "

Listening to what he said, Luke's eyes unconsciously fell on the leader of the believers, and his eyes were a little dazed.

The cultist resembled Lance in stature and demeanor.

With a "meow" at his feet, the black cat's hair exploded and bit Luke's calf, and he woke up.

Lance is already hundreds of miles away, the information is clearly written, how could he appear here?

Even thinking so, Luke couldn't help staring at the man, trying to find out more in common between him and Lance from under the loose cloak.

After the believer finished offering the flowers, he raised his head and seemed to meet his gaze through the mask of the golden-billed bird's beak.

He walked slowly towards Luke.

He stood in front of Luke, and Luke slightly raised his head to look at him, and saw his own face on the cold and sharp mask.

Pale, tired, with a blank stare in his eyes.

A nobleman introduced him: "Your Highness, this is the current leader of the 'Oracle Sect' and one of the eighteen bishops of the Holy See, His Excellency the 'Apostle of God'."

"Angel"?

In his previous life, Lance was called "God's Chosen One", and "God's Envoy" was a title he had never heard before.

The last leader of the Oracle Sect was named "God Tongue", and the title is in the same line as before, so there is nothing wrong with this one being called "God Envoy".

Luke took off his gloves and stretched out his hand to the "angel".

This gesture means kissing hands, expressing the king's love for his courtiers, and also expressing the loyalty of the courtiers to the king.

The "Envoy of God" knelt down on one knee.

His posture made Luke think of Lance again, but the hand stretched out from under the sleeve robe was different from Lance.

His skin tone was a little darker, and his knuckles were thicker.

...but these can all be faked.

Luke's fingertips touched the hand vaguely, and just when the "angel" was about to kiss it, Luke suddenly did a crazy thing.

He pressed down with his fingers, deliberately touching the opponent's hand directly, groping for the callus on that hand.

The callus in the palm of his hand would never lie, and he was familiar with every detail of Lance's hand.

The sword cocoon on the opponent's index finger is very similar to Lance, and then the middle finger...

Before Luke had time to confirm, the "Envoy of God" lowered his hand naturally as if surprised.

"Your Highness?" he asked in a voice completely different from Lance's.

Luke's eyes cleared, and he pursed his lips in silence.

He found that Xia Zuo's hands on his shoulders were frozen.

His behavior just now was just like a frivolous and abstinent god believer who was kissing his hands by an impatient and faint king...

Luke's face turned red, then suddenly turned pale.

What did he want to prove when he went to probe the cocoons of other people's palms?

To prove the impossible—to prove that Lance was still with him?

Luke felt a deep sense of guilt.

How could he be so fragile...it was almost insane.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired." He cheered up and calmed down: "I hope I didn't offend you."

"No need to apologize." The angel raised Luke's hand, lifted the mask a little, and kissed his ring.

"—I hope His Highness is in a happy mood and in good health."

Such simple and sincere blessings are different from the blessings of "May God bless you" among ordinary believers. They fall into the bottom of Luke's heart with a kind of down-to-earth warmth.

Before Luke could say his thanks, a black shadow suddenly appeared at his feet.

The black cat's bloated body suddenly became extraordinarily fast and flexible, and it bit the outstretched hand of the "God Envoy".

"Little black!" Luke exclaimed.

The "Envoy of God" watched this scene quite indifferently, tapped his fingertips on the tip of the black cat's nose, and the black cat roared in pain and let go.

Luke quickly grabbed the nape of the black cat, pressed it to Xia Zuo, and lowered his head to look at the wound of the "Envoy of God".

"Your Highness, I'm fine." The "Envoy" hid his wound under his long sleeves, "That cat, is it called Xiao Hei?"

"Yes." Luke said, "It's very human. I don't know why this time..."

"Warm weather is inevitable." "Envoy" said with a smile, "If His Highness wants to raise it, it is recommended to do some neutering and reduce its food to avoid obesity."

"You're right." Luke also smiled.

Unexpectedly, the "angel" of the oracle sect treated people kindly, without the old-fashioned mystery of ordinary believers, and Luke quickly took a liking to him.

Hearing that, the black cat's head and legs felt chilly, "Miwu meow" struggling in Xia Zuo's arms, Xia Zuo hit his head again, completely paralyzed.

"Master Cecil," at this moment the "Envoy of God" turned to Xia Zuo, "Your father is looking for you. Lord Marquis asked me to remind you, 'Your Highness is different now, so you can no longer treat him casually, otherwise'..."

He hesitated, "Otherwise, your legs will be broken."

Like what Marquis Cecil could say.

Moreover, Marquis Cecil did have some connection with the oracle sect, and it is also very credible to let the "angel" spread the word on his behalf.

Xia Zuo felt ashamed for a while, and wanted to refute with his thick neck, but he heard Luke say: "Go. The Marquis must be looking for you urgently."

Xia Zuo had no choice but to put down the listless black cat and left in a listless manner.

What happened just now was just a small episode in the funeral.

Not only Luke's side, after the necessary links were completed, all the nobles were communicating with each other in low voices, and the supposedly solemn king's funeral was like a real social place.

After all no one is really sad about the passing of the old king.

In the following time, Luke successively accepted the condolences of several ministers. During this period, the "Envoy of God" was always standing not far from him - with a ferocious black cat in the middle.

By the time Luke got into the carriage and was about to return to the palace, it was already late at night.

He stroked the black cat with one hand, received the secret letter to monitor Lance with the other, and read it by the light.

This time the information is much more sufficient, the writing is delicate, and the details are so detailed that not even a single strand of hair has been spared.

The last sentence of the information is emblazoned—"The subject is incompetent and failed to find out the color of Lance's underwear, but it is preliminarily inferred to be pure white. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Well now, the five monitors probably thought that the future king had a habit of peeping at the color of other people's underwear.

Luke took a deep breath and tried his best not to drop the note on Angelo's face.

"Is the master not satisfied?" Angelo said with a smile.

Luke didn't bother to joke with him: "Are you sure the situation described in it is true?"

"It's absolutely true." Angelo said with a smile.

Luke carefully read the middle again.

It said - Lance helped a bullied peasant girl on the march, and the girl followed him on the road and was responsible for serving his three meals a day.

Luke opened his mouth to ask again, but finally closed his mouth.

Angelo would not tease him with this kind of thing, even if he confirmed it again, it was true.

It's like "Lance has left the holy capital, the 'Envoy of God' cannot be Lance" - all are facts.

Luke unconsciously made finger prints on the letter paper.

It took him a long time to realize that this uncomfortable feeling is called "jealousy".

He shook his head and said sadly, "I'm too selfish."

Drive away Lance because of selfishness, and try to monopolize Lance because of selfishness.

Luke couldn't help but wonder, he had already taught Lance what love is, would Lance transfer this gentle love to others in the future?

But... since he let go voluntarily, there is no reason to restrict Lance's freedom.

Luke changed hands and burned the note on the candle, rubbing the space between his brows.

"How are you preparing for tomorrow's pope election?" He asked wearily.

According to the traditional rules, each new pope will be elected from eighteen bishops, and the bishop with the highest support will become the pope, and then one of the priests will be selected to be promoted to bishop to fill the vacancy.

Aphra's qualifications are still young, and she cannot reach the sky in one step.In Luke's plan, Aphra will become the bishop first, and the newly appointed Pope Lecock Charlemagne will be his default puppet.

When the time is right, Aphra will become the new pope in the pope's transition.

"It is expected that more than two-thirds of the bishops will support Bishop Lecock Charlemagne, please rest assured, Master." Angelo said confidently.

His news was never wrong.

— except this time.

At the papal election meeting the next morning, Luke sat in the public gallery with a livid face.

The "Envoy of God" looked sideways in his direction, bent over and nodded in greeting.

"It is a pleasure to crown you in three days, Your Highness." The man in the golden beak mask said with a smile.

——Only overnight, more than half of the bishops defected and chose the "Apostle of God" as the new pope at the meeting.

But Bishop Lecock Charlemagne, whom Luke had arranged in advance, was at a loss. He didn't understand why the agreed-upon companion ended up on his opposite side.

The pope's election process is transparent to all believers. Even the king has no right to interfere with the result, let alone a prince who has not yet been crowned.

With a decent smile on his face, Luke embraced each other with the new pope according to the etiquette.

"It seems that I have consumed His Highness's favor for me."

During the hug, the "Envoy of God" whispered in his ear at close range.

He spoke with a smile, without showing any worries and fears that should have been there, and even held Luke's waist presumptuously with this polite hug.

Luke grabbed his wrist fiercely, on top of his beautiful smile, his pupils were as cold and dangerous as a tiger or leopard that was about to prey on him.

He can treat a stranger as friendly as an old friend, but he absolutely cannot tolerate someone who wants to disobey him and fight for his power.

The hymns sounded, the crowd cheered, and no one noticed the bright and dark tide among them.

After the ceremony, Luke walked out of the cathedral calmly and walked into the dark and quiet corridor.

The guards were dismissed by him, and soon, there was only "God Envoy" left behind.

...even the footsteps sound damn similar.

Luke stopped and turned around.

The sunlight from the small window shone on half of his face, the purple eyes on one side were dazzling, and the other side was dark and unclear.

"I don't intend to make you angry." The "Envoy of God" said lightly, "Your Highness is deeply favored by God. Compared with the stupid Lecock Charlemagne, I can assist you better and send His Highness to honor top."

"You are very ambitious." Luke smiled and walked towards him slowly, "I can understand your desire for power, but..."

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

"How can a person who dare not even reveal his true appearance be worthy of the Pope?"

As he spoke, he split his hands to pick off the golden beak mask.

"I want to see who you are."

The author has something to say: Black Cat Osiris: Don't stop me from meowing! !This dog thing dares to come back meow!Look at the face of me tearing up dog things! ! !

The "God Envoy" silently picked up the sterilization scissors.

Black Cat·Osiris: Meow Meow Meow OWO?

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