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

"I'm afraid he's terrified now." Fran collapsed on the soft couch, with a wry smile on his lips.

The room was magnificently furnished, the popular portraits of nobles hung on the entire wall, various porcelain vases were placed in the corners, and there were countless works of art from famous families.

It's just that such a gorgeous arrangement is just a slightly more gorgeous cage in Fran's view, imprisoning him in it.

"Master, you can't be discouraged." Jack's eyes were full of unbearable, and he wanted to comfort him, "They can't do anything to you before the matter is settled."

"They dared to do this. It must have been arranged so that even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't escape." Fran smiled even more, but the smile was bitter no matter how you looked at it.

"If the matter is really irreversible, I am willing to follow the master to the end." Jack knelt on the ground and said firmly.

"Get up." Fran closed his eyes and raised his head to the ceiling. "If things really come to that point, I will definitely not pull you together. I can guarantee that one is the other."

"Master..." Jack gritted his teeth unbearably, and clenched his fists.

"I just hope that little guy doesn't get scared and just hides at home and cries." Fran's words were full of nostalgia. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw a small hole in the ceiling, which was hidden behind the chandelier and was not very eye-catching.

And there was a thick smoke around the small hole, but the chandelier was too high, so it was hard to notice, if he hadn't noticed the smoke, he might have been confused.

"What's that?" Fran moved extremely quickly, leaping forward and pulling Jack aside. If he looked right, the place where the smoke fell was right above his position.

It is impossible for smoke to appear in the palace, unless, unless someone wants to harm him!

But why use cigarettes to harm him, if the house is burned down, it will not be him who will be harmed.

While Fran was hesitating, a dozen footsteps suddenly came from outside the house, and finally stopped at the door of his room. The door was kicked open in the next second, and a dozen guards who covered their faces walked in in full armor.

Fran even heard some of them chuckle like a mockery twice.

The visitor was not kind, and a thought quickly flashed through his mind, "Is this the etiquette for treating guests in your palace? Cover your face and dare not see people, or what?"

"Of course not." The chief guard walked forward, with a respectful attitude and ridicule hidden in his eyes, "It's just that we learned that the priest seems to have symptoms of the plague, so we took some protection just in case. Now the plague is so raging outside Seriously, I think the priest will definitely understand us, right."

Although he talked about one priest at a time, his tone was full of disdain. If it wasn't for the sake of face, he might not even be able to get a word of priest.

"How could our master be infected with the plague? If you want to slander people, you must have a bottom line." Jack glared. He had been with Fran for so many years, but never saw him being treated like this. Suddenly, the two sides were at war.

"We also obey the king's orders. If the priest gives us a face, the king will come to scold us again. I hope that the priest will not be too embarrassing."

"You go through the door first, I don't know the slightest bit of etiquette, no wonder I'm still a guard after so long." Jack. Poisonous mouth. Expert has been online.