The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

The northern part of the Alola Continent is cold and windy, and the temperature is low all year round. It seems that there is an uncompromising snow god who favors this place, and stays in this area to absorb all the temperature and heat.

The ruler of this little-visited ice and snow region, Field, has a particularly cold manor.

The high walls on the outside of the manor are covered with translucent ice, like a crystal ice cream.

However, on top of the crystal ice cream, an ankle was quietly poking out at this moment.

"Why are you digging into other people's backyards?!" The system xfw looked at the uneasy host who had climbed over the wall, and the two small dots on the display screen turned into a mess of data garbled characters.

"The announcement said that it would be before nine o'clock in the morning, so I didn't want to be late, so I took a shortcut."

The uninvited guest rode on the top of the fence to watch, his tone was quite natural.

His long hair was tied behind his head, he was wearing a flowing gown and trousers, and was covered with a black feather cloak. He was holding a crudely made paper folding fan in his hand. His temperament could only be described as "evil".

"Then why didn't you get up earlier, you know, do you know what will happen to you if you get caught!" The system was incoherent with anger.

"Oh."

Goss waved the system ball aside casually.

"Where would it be so unlucky..."

As if out of words, Goss felt something cold and soft around his ankle.

The touch of the thing is like flexible leather, like a snake tightly coiling its prey.Before this, Goss had checked the surroundings, and there was no trace of biological activity in at least three miles.

His heart was agitated, and he quickly grabbed the top of the wall and looked down.

That person stood quietly, with his head slightly raised, wrapped in a plush scarf, his face was as pale as snow, but his lips were abnormally black.

Goss lowered his head and met his handsome and sickly face directly.

Goss wondered: This can't be a ghost, can it?

But Goss' ankle was clutched in the man's leather-gloved hand.

"Come down." His words were colder than ice.

Is it some kind of guardian spirit like Voldemort, the kind that prevents people from entering the house?

Goss cleared his throat, intending to explain himself first: "Hi, I'm not a bad person..."

He was halfway through speaking, but before he could think about it, the people below pulled him off the wall with all his strength.

Goss fell from the sky, his cloak flying, gliding down like a raven.

Due to the force of gravity, Goss slammed straight into the people below.

He put his hands on the ground and looked at the face of the person below him, who couldn't stop coughing, and finally felt guilty.

"It can't be that you are too heavy to overwhelm him?" the system said quietly.

"This can't be..." Goss was also very uncertain.

Goss first secretly pinched the wrist of the man under him, and heaved a sigh of relief: There is still a fresh pulse, not some supernatural being.

But it is really rare to see a highly poisonous pulse in this body.Based on this pulse condition, this person's limbs were paralyzed and his five senses lost, and he was still able to speak while standing in a cold environment, which is incredible.

Goss said in his heart, if you are poisoned, don't come out and walk around. The doctor feels so sorry to see you.

As a doctor of Chinese medicine, Goss took out the silver needle from his bosom, did not dare to make big moves, and only carefully tapped a few acupuncture points that dredged Qi and blood to relieve the heavy blow just now, and by the way, limited the spread of toxins.

He helped the person half-hugged and half-hugged up, and he still didn't forget to slap him: "Look at you, why are you so careless! If you see someone climbing over the wall, stay away quickly, don't drag it around, and smash yourself now!" It's broken."

The unlucky guy who was hit slowed down for a while, and his breathing gradually stabilized.The man wisely did not move the few silver needles on the acupuncture points, but gently pinched the back of Goss's neck.

He asked in a calm tone: "Your Excellency came to overturn the wall of my house early in the morning, what's your business?"

Goss's heart skipped a beat.

This chilling tone...is he going to do something?Although this person seems to be quite tall, but with this physique, he won't be broken in a fight.

Wait, the fence of his house?

The red light of the xfw system that had just scanned the identity around him turned pale in shock: "It's over, it's over, he's the Duke of Field!!! The person you're assisting——"

"Haha," Goss heard himself laughing dryly twice, his voice sounded like it wasn't his own, "I should-should be your doctor, and today should-should be my first day on the job."

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As expected of a nobleman, the family is really big.

Goss sighed as he looked at the extremely long table in front of him and the duke whose face was so far away from the table.

The silver-haired butler stood beside Duke Field, piercing him with sharp eyes.

He said harshly: "He said he was a doctor, how can a serious doctor climb over the wall of the master's house?!"

"He's definitely an assassin!"

The voice is sonorous, the tone is powerful, and it looks like the kind of loyal servant who is dedicated to the Lord.

Goss sat crookedly in the mahogany chair with his legs crossed, out of shape.

He shrugged, shook his paper fan, ignored the righteous butler, and only looked at the Duke over there (although he was too far away to find his eyes): "Believe it or not, I have only one answer." —I am indeed your doctor."

"You—" The angry loyal servant seemed to be about to say something again, but was stopped by Field.

"Leave him and watch, Walker."

The butler bent down at the command, but still asked unwillingly: "He is too suspicious, my lord...why did you keep him?"

Field calmly stroked the few tiny needle holes left by the silver needles just now, but said an unexpected answer: "His hair is the same color as mine. I like it very much."

Goss, who has the same color as Duke Field—black—long hair raised the corner of his mouth, and interjected something unclear: "It's like a country's police, isn't it?"

(*here means the same camp)

Duke Field raised his eyebrows from a distance, as if he didn't expect the new doctor to say this.

"Wait, Walker." He suddenly turned his head and ordered, changing his mind, "Bring the last doctor from the manor here."

The old butler showed a smug look on his face, and gave Goss a sideways look as if he was watching a show.

Oh my ex.It looks like it will leave me with no good fruit to eat?

Goss waved at the butler leisurely, like teasing a dog.The butler's face turned into a tomato again.

Duke Field interrupted Goss' teasing of his butler, asking: "What are you good at, new doctor?"

"I guess you don't know..." Goss didn't expect the characters in the Western fictional background to know about other planes across borders. He held five fingers one by one, and there were a few sparkling silver sticks between the four fingers. long needle.

"I am a Chinese medicine doctor."

Goss looked at the surrounding decorations and saw a very interesting deer head ornament.

I only heard Field say with great interest: "The kind of Chinese medicine that forces people to drink bitter medicine, touches other people's wrists, and eats grass everywhere?"

"Huh?!" Goss and the xfw system didn't care about any novelty decorations at all, and at the same time turned their heads sharply, their eyes widened in surprise, "How do you know Chinese medicine?"

Although his wording is somewhat inaccurate, he is right about Chinese medicine.

Duke Field looked at Goss's eyes that had been carelessly wide open, and narrowed his eyes happily.

This time it was Field's turn to tantalize: "From the mouth of another Lord Eugene...the last doctor is here."

There was a commotion over there.Goss could only suppress his doubts first, and shifted his gaze to the door: the old housekeeper came over with a limp man.

He had the same complexion as the duke: pale, with dark purple lips.An ominous circle of black was exposed on the neck, like a bruise pinched by a devil.

Exactly the same poisoned phase as Field.

Goss' gaze moved to the Duke's face inquiringly, waiting for an explanation.

The old butler immediately took the right to speak: "This is the Duke's former personal doctor. He poisoned the Duke ignorantly! The Duke is merciful and only let him taste four times the poison he gave himself."

With a warning sneer, he said to Goss: "Four times the return, this is how the Duke treats spies and traitors."

"Oh,"

Goss paced up to the slumped former doctor, prodding his limp thigh with the toe of his boot,

"Do you want me to test the medicine on him first?"

"That's right," the old butler stroked his upturned beard and said seriously, "You can only become a manor doctor if you cure him."

Goss looked at the butler in surprise.

He turned over and jumped onto the table, and in the blink of an eye, he slid in front of Duke Field, with the black cloak trailing behind him like a shooting star.

"Doctor Manor? No, no, no, no, I think you got it wrong!"

At this moment, the distance between him and the Duke could barely accommodate a finger, and he could clearly see the Duke's thick and curly eyelashes.

He put his hand lightly on the Duke's shoulder, and made a solemn announcement close to his ear.

"What I want to be is not some manor doctor, professional doctor, personal doctor...but your exclusive doctor!"

"It doesn't matter if there is one more person, I am only responsible for your life, in other words—"

"Your life is mine, understand?"

The pupils of the two were facing each other. Amid the screams of the maids, the sound of the guards drawing their swords and the roar of the butler, Field's eyes flickered.

Against the chaotic background, Goss heard Field whisper softly: "Doctor, let me see your skills."

"Deal." Goss smiled with satisfaction.

He went down with the long sword on his neck without dodging, and several bloodstains were cut on his neck in an instant.On the contrary, the guard was taken aback by him, and couldn't help but withdraw his sword.

Damn, is he a monster who is not afraid of death!

As if unconscious, Goss leaned over to the dying former doctor on the ground with a fresh scratch on his neck.

Others didn't see his technique at all, they saw a few strands of silver light flashing from his fingertips, he patted lightly on an unknown part, and a puddle of blood vomited straight out of the mud on the ground...

Then cough and sit up!

"I'm sorry, Duke, I was really wrong..." The delirious former doctor could only keep apologizing, but the people around him didn't care about him at all, and their eyes on Goss became different.

He can really cure poison!

There were actually quite a few doctors who came to apply for the job in the manor, either they saw the rich bounty and wanted to try their luck, or they were spies sent by other lords.But only one fact remained constant: none of them could cure the poison.

Everyone had different expressions. Goss tilted his head and said boldly: "Have you settled down the Duke's exclusive doctor yet?"

The butler looked at the Duke, and found that the corner of the Duke's mouth was curled up, actually smiling!

Ever since the duke was poisoned, he had never been serious. This was the first time he had seen the duke smile recently.

"Arrange a room for him," the Duke nodded with a smile on his lips, "closer to me."

Goss put away his aggression from top to bottom, and resumed his indecent look. He shook the paper fan and grinned, revealing a dimple on one side of his mouth: "Thanks, Duke."

It seems that Field didn't promise such an important position as an exclusive doctor, but just gave him a glass of water as casually.

"What's the word on your folding fan?" The Duke, who pays attention to details, didn't miss the paper fan.

"Lifeordeathisbyones'fate..." Goss happily displayed the "Life or death by ones' fate" fan written in strong cursive script.

He flipped over with one hand, and switched the fan to the other side of "Defying the Heavens and Changing Fate", covering the lower half of his handsome face, only revealing a pair of thick black and mysterious pupils.

He briskly continued what he just said: "butIcanchange."

The author has something to say:

Well, Field (crossed out) put his sword on my neck (crossed out) Let me tell you, he's just poisoned and doesn't look well, and he's going to be stiff in the future!