I escaped from a terminal illness [Quick Transmigration]

Viscount Wenbo rented a decent manor in the center of Conningston. Although it is not comparable to Neil Fern's Rose Manor, fortunately, the transportation is convenient and it is very suitable for holding banquets.

There are singing and dancing here every night, and the girls in European-style tunic skirts show off their elegant necks and slender forearms in the cheerful dance music.

The aroma of wine was wafting in the air, and Viscount Wenbo enjoyed the lively atmosphere very much. Holding the wine glass, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, seeing the butler walking quickly by himself first.

"Mr. Wen Bo," the young housekeeper in his 20s saluted, "Master Fern is here."

"Neil is here? That's great!" Wen Bo happily handed the wine glass to the butler, tidied up his messy clothes, and hurried out, "I'll go out to greet him! After he was rejected by a girl last time, Losing his temper, I thought he would never come to the banquet again!"

The tone was full of intimacy towards Fern.

When Wen Bo was in the aristocratic district, he had heard that the illegitimate son of Earl Edel was in Continentstown, and it was Neil Fern!Even though he doesn't even have a title now, Earl Edel will definitely take him back when he becomes an adult. Building a good relationship now will definitely do more good than harm for Wen Bo!

When Wen Bo walked outside the manor, it was already dark, and the messy carriages at the door seemed very crowded.

He passed through the carriage and saw Fern ordering a tall man. The man seemed to be holding back his anger, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and the bulging tendons of his forearms were tearing his shirt apart.

"Who is this?"

No matter how Wen Bo looked at that ferocious man, he didn't think he was a horse slave.

How could Fern, a pampered waste, tame such a beast?

But the boy confirmed his guess.

"An inferior man, now my slave." Fern answered casually and took off his gloves.

The fingers were sweating thinly in the glove, and it looked like tender jade, shining white in the dim moonlight, which immediately attracted the eyes of the two men present.

Stuffing the gloves into Mori Madara's pocket casually, the boy looked at Wen Bo: "Why, do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Bo felt as if he was being watched by a hunter, and the cold sweat dripped down his back. When he looked up, he realized that the man's gaze had moved from Fern's fingertips to himself.

His face was expressionless, and even his green pupils dimmed several degrees.

"Heh, heh," Wen Bo couldn't help taking a few steps back, and felt that he was ashamed of being frightened by a manservant, he turned his thoughts and immediately thought of a good way, "Neil, Bennet who rejected you last time Miss is also here this time, shall I show you?"

As expected, Fern agreed wholeheartedly, and followed him into the manor side by side.

Morimara's forehead twitched, and he still wanted to follow.

Viscount Wen Bo's butler reached out to stop him, with an apologetic smile on his face, "Sorry, sir, Mr. Wen Bo did not invite you."

Senma saw that Wen Bo put his arm on Fern's shoulder deliberately. Although the boy was a little uncomfortable, he seemed eager to see Miss Bennet and did not refuse.

His reason has been burnt out, and the housekeeper stopped in front of him recklessly, and smiled angrily, "Really? Then you must stop me well."

Then, he raised his hand and punched the butler flying out. The latter hit a carriage while holding his stomach, and spat out a puddle of acid water with a "wow".

Yu Bai groaned in his heart, feeling that his stomach also had a faint pain.

The system suppressed a smile and comforted him, "It's okay, Sen Ban definitely didn't kill him, I guess your small body will suffer from broken ribs and hemiplegia at most."

Yu Bai fell silent: "..."

Mori Madara approached step by step, Wen Bo ran away uselessly, but the boy in front of him was still standing calmly on the steps, looking down at him.

Obviously, the young master who doesn't regard the lives of inferior people as his life doesn't think it's a big fuss to be beaten by the housekeeper. There is even interest in his eyes, and he seems to be feeling why Mori Madara can't be more crazy , let him watch a good show.

"You can't go in," Yu Bai said pretending to regret, "You have to take good care of my Alice."

Sen Madara looked at him sadly: "That beast made you care so much? What about me?"

Why are you giving me medicine?

"You?" The young man seemed to have heard some funny joke, he said "uh", looked around with beautiful eyes of oriental style, and pointed to a certain place.

"Here, aren't there several horse slaves huddled in the corner to rest? You can ask them to give you some space, and then wait for your master to come out."

After thinking for a while, Yu Bai bravely threatened again: "Sen Ban, remember your identity, I heard that the Holy See will execute them quickly after capturing the monster hunters? You probably don't want such a way of death, do you?"

Yu Bai knew he was going to suffer if he said the words out of his mouth!

Mad dogs can't understand threats, this is completely provocative in their eyes! ! !

While crying in his heart, "Brother! My words are not right, really!", he pulled up his feet and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, the forest ape grabbed his right wrist and pinched his waist , pushing him against the wall.

The man was mad with anger, the strength in his hands was terrifying, his wrists and waist seemed to be bound by iron tongs, Yu Bai burst into tears from the pain.

"Let go! I'm going to kill you! Come on!"

When did the young master suffer such humiliation?

He wanted to kick Senban away, but the man found out ahead of time. The latter stretched out a long leg viciously, and bent it between Fern's/both/legs/, suppressing him so that he couldn't move.

"Huh?" The man's size was as big as two teenagers. He lowered his head and looked at the young master who was enveloped by him.

"My little Master Fern, are you going to kill me with this gem-encrusted toy hanging around your waist?"

Seeing the mottled green eyes gradually becoming red and bloodshot, and the deep facial features becoming more and more gloomy, Fern began to be afraid.

In the end, he was just a 17-year-old spoiled boy. The beast-like strength of a man made him unable to struggle, and the fear that he would be decapitated in the next second made Fern regret why he Don't listen to Butler Gavin's words, bring two knights, it's best to bring Uncle Amanda along...

No, it's better to let Mori Madara die in the dungeon in the first place, and let him die miserably from poisoning!

Fern suddenly thought that as long as he coaxed Senban to let him go home, wouldn't Uncle Amanda be able to chop him up?

"...Yes, I'm sorry." Fern's eyes lit up for a moment after thinking of this method, and then he began to apologize stumblingly.

After opening this mouth, the next words are easy to say, but the more I say it, the more I feel humiliated, and the killing intent in my heart is getting heavier and heavier!

Fern sniffed, with tears still sticking to his cheeks, begging him softly, "Let go of me, I'm in so much pain."

Even when he was humiliated and furious, Mori Madara just wanted to teach the boy in front of him a good lesson, and had no intention of killing.

Seeing this mighty young master start to give in now, his black grape-like eyes moistened with tears looked at him pitifully, Sen Ban actually felt a pain in his chest, and his steel-like hands couldn't help but loosen.

"...Where does it hurt?"

The man's voice was hoarse.

But fortunately, what happened just now had frightened Fern quite a lot. He didn't notice Senban's strangeness, but just moved his wrist, trying to break free from the man's grip.

"Let me go, let's go home, okay? I'll let you be the knight commander in the future. When my father sends someone to pick me up to the noble district next year, I'll take you with me, okay?"

Mori Madara didn't make a sound, but he was very comfortable being coaxed by the boy's words, silently let go of his hand and took two steps back.

Seeing that this trick was useful, the young man couldn't hide his emotions anymore. He rubbed his hands and waist bitterly: "Go and bring Alice here, I'm going back."

Samurai glanced at him.

Like a strangled cat, Fern spat out two words awkwardly, "... Please."

Mori Madara's eyes paused for a second on his reddened lower lip: "Yeah."

Then it's off to the horses.

"Damn it!" The system watched the OOC value jump repeatedly within [-]%, and finally managed to coax Morimara, it was so fucking admirable.

"Awesome host! 6666666!"

Yu Bai also felt that his acting skills could make it to Hollywood, but he was happiest: "Looking at Mori Madara up close, he is really handsome! Are all the soul fragments of the main god so handsome?"

After a while, he asked distressedly: "Tong, you said that if he loves me forcefully in the future, how can I enjoy it and maintain my personality at the same time? This is really a difficult problem, I have to think about it carefully."

The system's [-] swear words were blocked in its throat.

"... Shall I read some Buddhist scriptures to you? You won't have these messy troubles if you are pure-hearted and ascetic!"

Yu Bai looked at Senban's waist outlined by the tight vest not far away, and smiled and refused the system's kindness, "Why don't you help me count when this body will grow up?"