The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

For the next few days, Bai Lin didn't have a chance to see Fran again, not because he avoided him.

Because of the epidemic, Fran has been running around all the time. Recently, the number of infected people has decreased significantly. His divine power seems to have worked, so he has put more thought into curing more patients.

Without the master in front of him, he is meaningless as a personal servant. His task is to take care of Fran's daily life, and it is not his turn to clean, and he is not needed for work. Bai Lin is like a ghost all day long. Loitering on every floor of the main building.

As a result, the attendants could always see the young man in the high-necked clothes appearing and disappearing at various times. The first time everyone saw him, their eyes fell on his face. The scars there were gone, replaced by smooth cheeks. Paired with that high-collared shirt, it feels a bit like a noble young master raised at home.

Scars cannot disappear without a reason, and many people have secretly speculated that the disappearance of scars has something to do with the priest.

They looked at Bai Lin with a bit more jealousy, and they could get the priest to help him in just a few days, and they didn't know what tricks they used to seduce the priest.

The priest, who didn't know that he was already believed to be fascinated by others, was making false claims with a group of nobles at the moment. Just now, the last patient infected with the epidemic was saved.

In less than half an hour, Fran was already covered by a sea of ​​flowers, and in the end it was Jack who took him out of the crowd with all his might, and returned to the carriage unharmed.

Then he was invited to the palace half-coerced by a group of nobles.

"I heard that the condition of the last plague patient in the city is getting better. All this is due to the priest." Duke Macri smiled slightly, his mustache trembling with the smile.

"Now everyone in the city is singing the praises of the priest, and praising him as a god-man sent by God to the mortal world." Viscount Pierre immediately echoed. Joyful without any displeasure, he suddenly felt bored and stopped talking.

Jack broke into a cold sweat silently in the back. These people's compliments to Fran were definitely not sincere compliments. The old king was jealous. If the priest's reputation was much higher than his own, it would not be a good thing for him.

In order to be able to maintain his own rule, the old king will never let him go free.

"If the measures taken by the king are not in place, no matter how powerful I am, it will be useless." Fran did not listen to their praise, with a humble attitude, and pushed all the credit to the old king.

The higher the position, the more suspicious people are. Giving up some credit will not ruin the big event, but it is the best way to protect yourself.

Although the old king was smiling cheerfully, no one could guess what was going on in his heart. He raised his glass and said loudly: "That being said, Fran, you travel around day and night, and you have to work hard without credit. This glass of wine is my respect to you."

The rest of the people immediately raised their wine glasses and pretended to say congratulations. Fran responded one by one, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment. He had a hunch that this meal was definitely more than that simple.

Sure enough, the next second the old king put down his wine glass, with a benevolent expression and a sincere expression.