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

Luke's actions were not stopped.

He lifted off the golden beak mask, and under the mask was a strange face that was very different from Lance.

There's nothing wrong with emerald green eyes - but people with holy power are basically related to the royal family's love affairs, and it is common to have royal green eyes.

The light in Luke's eyes moved slightly, and soon hope was ignited again,? He reached out to touch the face of the "angel".

Since Belloc can disguise himself as him, it's possible that Lance can also disguise himself as another stranger.

The "Envoy of God" leaned down slightly, and cooperated with his movements very much, allowing him to massage his face.

Luke kneaded carefully, and didn't realize how ambiguous this movement was.They are too close, breathing and smelling each other, as if the bridge of the nose will touch together in the next second.

"Your Highness, what you do will make me think...you want to kiss me."

The "Envoy of God" reminded with a smile.

Suddenly, Luke withdrew his hand as if it was hot, and put it behind his back.

He stroked it for about half a minute, but didn't find any flaws.

Instead, the other party mistakenly thought it was flirting.

Luke narrowed his eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "Those people who are cheering for you should really listen to what foul language their new Pope is uttering."

The "Envoy of God" took back the mask calmly: "I have a clear heart for His Highness, so how could it be dirty?"

This kind of mouth is full of love words, but I have a pure language habit, too similar to Lance.

"Your Majesty is very similar to someone I know." Luke narrowed his eyes and said.

"Your Highness, why not tell me."

"You are as shameless as him." Luke snorted, "As a believer in the God of Light, you ignore the dogma of abstinence and commit deviant things."

"It sounds like? He is ignoring the doctrine of abstinence in order to have an affair with His Highness."

The "Envoy of God" said in a flat tone: "—His Highness likes him?"

Luke's eyes widened, like a cat that was caught off guard, surprised, angry and embarrassed, blowing out its golden hair.

"……you!"

"If not, then I'm overthinking." The "Envoy of the Gods" said lightly, "Your Highness, for the sake of our long-term cooperation in the future, please don't blame me for the offense."

If it was someone else who said the blasphemous words just now, Luke would have been furious, but it happened to be the "angel".

...But he still harbors a glimmer of hope that the "Envoy of God" is Lance.

Moreover, the words of the angel also reminded Luke.

For a long time, his position of power rested with the pope, and they were in a long-term relationship that couldn't be torn apart -- at least not until the coronation.

If he wanted to get out of the passive situation, Luke could not show explicit hostility.He wanted to secretly dig out the details of the envoy, to find out his abilities, character, desires and weaknesses.

"I'm very tolerant, but I hope His Majesty the Pope will also control your mouth and stop making inappropriate jokes." Luke warned.

Immediately, he smiled slightly, the sharp gaze just now dissipated in an instant, and his smile was as warm as spring sunshine.

"To congratulate you on your ascension to the Pope, would you like to have lunch with me at the palace today?"

"My honor, Your Highness." The other party agreed.

Luke took his new pope into the palace.

His personal guards were neat and tidy, in groups of two, changing every two hours, lined up from the entrance of the palace to the banquet hall, let alone assassins, not even a mosquito could fly in.

The outer periphery of the palace is surrounded by layers of Holy Nation cavalry.

These military strengths are warning the "God Envoy" that even if the Holy Power possessed by the Pope is mysterious and powerful, if he wants to annex the future king, he will never get benefits so easily.

In the banquet hall, the Pope and the soon-to-be-crowned king took their seats.

They sat at both ends of the long table, separated by the rich dishes and ten chairs.

The servants walked silently, only the slight clash of knives and forks, and the sound of needles falling in the room.

Luke carried open spears and hidden arrows in the wind, and the "Envoy of God" always took those arrows with a gentle attitude and did not fight back. Luke felt as if his fists were punched in running water.

The usual rhetoric in confrontation with politicians is useless. The "God Envoy" seems to be completely ignorant of politics, and his focus is always on the minutiae, easily misleading the topic.

Luke said, "It rains continuously, floods in the south, and farmers reduce production. I can't sleep because of worry." He intends to negotiate for the Holy See to reduce exorbitant taxes and jointly distribute food and disaster relief with the country;

The "God Envoy" responded, but the focus shifted to "sleep less and think more". He listed a variety of feasible methods to help sleep and maintain health, with a seriousness that is not inferior to discussing state affairs.

Unknowingly, Luke was diverted from the topic.

Realizing this, he couldn't help admiring the new Pope's skill at avoiding negotiations and politely refusing.

Dessert was served.

There were two copies of the berry red velvet cake, one was placed in front of Luke, and the other was given to the "angel".

Luke cut off a piece and put it in his mouth to taste. He raised his eyelids and secretly observed the expression of the "angel".

The berry cake was supposed to be sweet and sour, but under Luke's special instruction, the "Envoy of God" was specially made into a salty, astringent and spicy taste.

It looks the same as ordinary cakes, but the taste is absolutely unpalatable for ordinary people—unless that person has no sense of taste.

Lance has no sense of taste.

If the "Envoy of God" is like him, who has no sense of taste and can eat that piece of cake without changing his expression...

On the opposite side of the long table, the "Envoy of God" ate a piece of cake.

Under Luke's gaze, his expression changed slightly, he turned his head, spit out the bite of cake in the napkin, and drank two more sips of wine, trying to suppress the spicy taste.

He tasted it.

—He's not Lance.

Luke's wrist holding the fork slowly drooped, his heart was overwhelmed with disappointment.

A table full of dishes lost its color and taste, and the person on the other side of the table became unfamiliar.

In the ensuing conversation, he cheered up his interest, and those coping words flowed out of his mouth, but they didn't reach the bottom of his heart.After a perfunctory meal, I just feel tired.

"I'm willing to exempt the gods' tax in the South this year." The "Envoy of God" finally said.

Finally, there is something to be happy about.

"However, before that, I want to visit the flood situation in the south with His Highness. Taxation is a very important matter, and I can only decide it when I see it with my own eyes."

"That's what I mean too." Luke said politely.

The "God Envoy" stared at him with dim eyes.

The young man who was always alive and happy in his arms became gloomy after disappointment.

The person on the opposite side who had a drink with him was no longer his highness, but a king whose name was written in black and white in the scroll.

... He didn't want to see His Highness like this.

After the banquet and leaving the table, Luke got up and was about to see them off when he suddenly put a hand on his cheek.

The "God Envoy" looked down at him, flicked his thumb lightly at the corner of his lips, and let go before Luke could react.

"His Royal Highness has bread crumbs on his lips," he explained.

Luke's heart skipped a beat.

Lance also likes to play these specious games with him... The speed and strength of the swipe on his lips just now are exactly the same as Lance.

"Where are there any bread crumbs?" Luke taunted habitually, "Could it be that His Majesty just put it on secretly?"

"There is a possibility, Your Highness." The other party smiled.

Even the answers were coincidentally the same.

When Luke was completely disappointed, the "angel" threw another bait to catch his heart.

The fish, which was about to turn around and escape, took the sweet bait on the hook again.

The next day, Luke selected a few bodyguards, dressed as ordinary nobles, and together with the "envoy" went to the Odo River fifty miles away to check for floods.

Before leaving, he personally instructed Angelo a few words.

"What? This is too dangerous..." An Qiluo was surprised, "Just for an illusory possibility?"

From the corner of his eye, Luke caught sight of the "Envoy" who was riding towards him, and gave Angelo a "shh" gesture.

Angelo left with disapproval on his face.

"Your Majesty." Luke raised his jaw slightly, smiling.

Like a little fox just trying to break his mind.

The eyebrows and eyes of the "God Envoy" hidden behind the mask were bent, and he happily went for that "bad idea".

He boarded Luke's carriage.

The holy capital is raining continuously, and the further you drive towards the Odo River after leaving the city, the rain will become more urgent.

Luke was still circling that plan in his heart, but his mood was gradually swept away by the rain and became heavier and heavier.

He recalled the floods caused by the rainy season in the history of the Holy Kingdom, pondered how to deal with it, and drew up a plan in his mind.

After a while, he sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and turned his eyes from the rain outside the window, only to realize that a cup of milk tea was handed to him.

"Your Highness." The "Envoy" pushed the cup of milk tea to Luke's side.

Luke came back to his senses and picked up his teacup: "Your Majesty is very skilled in serving people."

"There was once a person I was willing to serve." The envoy said meaningfully, "But he didn't accept my favor."

Luke stopped drinking milk tea, smelling the familiar aroma of milk, he felt like a stick in his throat.

The carriage stopped.

"The Odo River is ahead." The guard said, "The rain is very strong and the current is turbulent. My lord, I don't want to..."

Luke pushed open the car door and walked directly into the rain curtain.

The sheepskin umbrella was thoughtfully opened behind him, and the "Envoy of God" stepped off the carriage and shared the umbrella with him.

The ground is full of mud, and the rainwater dug out streams in the mud, wrapping leaves and flowing towards the Odo River.

Among the trees, sharpened metal weapons flashed away.

In the next second, a feathered arrow shot towards Luke.

The sound of arrows piercing through the air was hidden in the rain, and no one noticed it. The golden-billed beak of the "Envoy of God" moved slightly, and he caught the arrow with his bare hands.

coming.

"There are assassins!" "Protect your lord!" The guards shouted one after another.

This is an "assassination" arranged by Luke himself, hoping to force the "God Envoy" to use his true strength.

He is too familiar with Lance's holy power, as long as the opponent releases the holy power, he can tell whether it is Lance or not.

Luke glanced at the arrow that the "Envoy of God" took, but suddenly his pupils shrank.

It was not his arrow.

——Someone killed the fake assassins he ambushed, and now the real enemy is attacking them!

"Scatter! Hide in the woods! Hide with all your strength!" Luke immediately gave the order, "Don't worry about me! I have the Pope's protection!"

This shout completely exposed his whereabouts and attracted the enemy's attention to him.

Dense shadows emerged from the woods, and each assassin held a sword in his hand.

They ignored the scattered guards and ran directly to Luke in the center.

Luke's eyes were lit up by the awe-inspiring sword light.

The incident happened suddenly, and he never thought about what would happen if the "Envoy of God" was not Lance and would not save him, and he would be exposed to the assassin's sword alone.

He just didn't want those guards to be buried with him because of his selfishness and carelessness.

Luke put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

However, his sword was only half drawn before being rolled up by the cloak and picked up.

The "Envoy of God" drew out his sword and blocked the arrows that were flying towards him.

Luke grabbed his neck and growled, "Why don't you use holy power?"

The other party was silent.

He walked very fast, rushed into the woods, and placed Luke behind a tree.

Before the enemy arrived, he rushed out with a sudden swing of his sword, beheaded the two assassins in one fell swoop, confiscated their swords, and returned Luke's sword to its original owner.

What followed was a thrilling one-man killing show.

Luke looked at the sensitive and quick sword wind that was very familiar to him, his eyes fluctuated, and he actually laughed.

There were too many enemies, and they retreated while fighting. Not far away, the waves of the Odo River roared and swept downstream.

The "Envoy of the Gods" concentrated on protecting Luke behind him with the sword, and it was inevitable that he would show some flaws.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound in his ear, and the shadow of Luke's sword swung across, knocking out a crossbow arrow for him.

"Be careful, don't fall into the river."

If one stumbles into such rushing water and is swept away by the current, half of one's life will be lost if one does not die.

The enemy is gradually decreasing, and Luke also joined the battle.Soon, the last assassin's life ended under the sword of the "God Envoy".

Luke let out a long sigh of relief, stuck the sword in the mud, and supported himself with the sword wearily.

The white robe of the "Envoy of God" had been dyed gray red. Luke looked at the familiar figure from behind, his lips moved, thinking about what he should say.

That's right Lance.

Even if he didn't use the holy power, he wouldn't mistake the opponent's superb swordsmanship.

However, what attitude should he use to recognize each other?

Ask Lance why he disobeyed his orders?He should be angry about this... However, what surged in his heart was unconcealable joy.

Seeing Lance turn around, Luke couldn't help feeling flustered.

Lance's eyes showed fear, and he flew towards him.

Luke was stunned, only to feel that the earth and rocks under his feet were loose, and the whole piece of land he was standing on was collapsing and sinking, and he lost his footing.

He fell backwards, into the torrent.

The author has something to say: Lance: I don't want to fall off the horse, but I feel sorry for His Highness.Hey, contradictions.

The women's volleyball team makes me so worried, sorry, the update is a while late QAQ

感谢在2021-07-24?17:58:05~2021-07-25?18:02:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: bubu? 4; oxyhydrogen? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：柳墨瑾?30瓶；bubu?20瓶；沧关?7瓶；42322799、35007895?5瓶；我家的小神兽?4瓶；凃荼、陌上云初?2瓶；

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