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

As he expected, the old king pretended to be nonchalant.

"I heard that you have some problems with your health recently. Do you need me to share the work? So that you can have more rest time."

"No," Sisyphus said uncertainly, "It is my honor to serve His Majesty."

The old king immediately laughed when he heard it: "After listening to so many people's praises for so many years, I still like to hear your praises, which are much more sincere and sincere than those people."

"What I said is the truth, since I have chosen to be re-elected, I am ready to dedicate myself to His Majesty."

The old king was very relieved: "Fortunately, you are by my side, which can distract me from dealing with other people. Now people outside the palace are eager to move, and they are keeping a close eye on my position."

Then he pretended to think of it inadvertently: "I heard that your illness has fallen again. It is useless to go to the imperial doctor? What is the illness? Is it serious? Do I need to send more people there?"

Sure enough, it turned out to be waiting for him here.

Sisyphus sneered from the bottom of his heart, as if nothing had happened on his face, "No need, I know my body myself."

"Then what is the disease that makes the imperial doctor helpless? If you need my help, just ask, otherwise I will feel sorry for your dead father."

The good intentions are true, and the temptation is also true. I am afraid that those people advertised that they have mania, and the old king listened to it and took it to heart, so they came here to test him.

The friendship between the monarch and his ministers sounds good, but in the end, the foundation of trust in oneself has been shaken.

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The sound of things being thrown could be heard from time to time in the room, and the servants in the whole house felt as if they were facing an enemy, and they did not dare to breathe, for fear that the noise would disturb the owner of the room and cause disaster for themselves.

"Master, is there anything I can do for you?"

Butler Yorkson has worked in Sisyphus's house for many years. He has been a housekeeper since his father's generation. He watched Sisyphus grow up and knew his temperament best.

Deliberately avoiding the shards of glass all over the floor, Yorkson had a respectful attitude.

"You think I'm sick too?!"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and with the light coming in from outside the room, half of Sisyphus' side face was flickering in the darkness, and with his ferocious expression, he looked particularly terrifying.

Yorkson did not directly answer his topic, but said with relief: "If there is anything that needs help, please feel free to ask, Master."

Sisyphus sneered, walked around Yorkson and walked to the door, his eyes were full of impenetrable haze: "It doesn't matter how much money is needed for someone who can cure my disease, go find it now."

"Yes, I will help the master find a good doctor as soon as possible, please rest assured, the master."

The door was closed again, and the room returned to darkness. Suddenly, there was a slight sneer in the air, and the sound of a man panting heavily.

"As long as... as long as the disease can be cured, you can regain trust, huh, am I not worthy of the king's trust? This time I want to let you all know the fate of despising people!"

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The so-called black market, located in the underground area of ​​the town center.

On the top, this is the most prosperous place in the whole city. Well-dressed aristocratic ladies shuttle through the streets and alleys in a carriage. There are a lot of shops on both sides of the street, high-end silk stores, tailor-made clothing stores, and perfumes that are loved by aristocratic women. shop.

There are all kinds of high-end shops you can think of, and countless customers are received every day, making this area synonymous with the upper class.