I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

A quaint manor stands in the middle of the city.

People who come and go will subconsciously slow down their pace, for fear that they will disturb the people living inside, but today's situation is very different, people passing by will turn their heads back frequently and look at the gate of this manor uncontrollably.

The overall color of the manor is gray and white. A few columns support an area in front of the gate. The stairs there used to be clean and immaculate, causing passers-by to be afraid of adding dust to it, but now there is a dirty place. Dirty people disturb this cleanliness for no reason.

The young boy lying on the stairs had messy hair and blood stains on his body. He looked pitiful lying there in a small lump, making it look like he was not big in stature.

When Azeweisi and his attendant Roy went out, they almost stepped on the poor little guy.

Roy is a knight, and he abides by the knight's creed on weekdays. It is his bounden duty to help the weak.Although he was angry that this person had ruined the appearance of his family, but after seeing this person's tragic situation, he still developed a heart of compassion.

Since he became the CEO of Azevis, even ordinary people in Durin can live a relatively good life. How can there be such a miserable person here?

Roy held his sword and asked Azeweisi for instructions. After receiving Azeweisi's slight nod of affirmation, he took a step forward.

Roy held his epee in one hand, turned sideways, and carefully turned over the lying teenager with the other hand.

After turning it over completely, the boy's face was exposed in sight, black mud and blood stains were stuck on it together, his face could not be seen clearly, only the outline was vaguely recognizable, it could be seen that the boy was quite handsome.

But this was not within the scope of Roy's observation. He first looked into the boy's eyes, then roughly checked whether there was a weapon on the boy's body, and finally observed his hands.

Delicate without creases, not a hand with a sword.There are no other conspicuous signs around him, his identity is a mystery, maybe he is a real little beggar.

After confirming that the boy was really in a coma and there was no threat, Roy relaxed his vigilance a little, hung the epee by his waist, turned around and said to Azeweis, "My lord, what should I do with this man?"

"Place it outside the city, and send him away when he recovers from his injuries." Azeweisi's indifferent eyes lightly passed over the boy's dirty clothes, without paying much attention.

My lord is still as kind as ever, Roy sighed in his heart.

He backed away a few steps, ready to call someone to carry the boy away.

But after the big Roy moved away, the boy who was half hidden behind him was exposed in Azeweisi's sight.

Azeweisi's gaze, which was about to move away, was fixed on the young man's face in vain, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of shock and fear appeared on his usually calm face.

With trembling hands, he brushed Roy away, and slowly approached the boy who fell on the ground step by step, carefully wiping the dirt on his face with his fingers.

After a while, he found that these things could not be wiped clean no matter how much he wiped, so he put his hands under the boy's body as if he had just woken up from a dream, and carefully helped him into his arms. into his arms.

While walking, he still didn't dare to make big strides, but carefully ensured the boy's stability, and when he passed by Roy, he said to him in a loud voice: "Take my sign and call the high priest over, the sooner the better. "

There was still a dazed look on Roy's face, and he just responded subconsciously after hearing Ezeville's words.

After he agreed, Azeweisi looked down at the boy and walked towards the manor.

Who is this person?

Roy was more shocked than curious, and couldn't turn his mind around all at once.

Would the lord, who was as cold as a god, be so nervous by himself?

Countless questions flashed through Roy's mind, but he didn't dare to stop, and quickly headed towards the Holy See.

When Roy came back with the high priest, he saw Azeweisi sitting by the bed cleaning the boy's face. He waved his hand lightly, and the servant took the things lightly, and retreated quietly.

Affected by this atmosphere, Roy and the high priest did not dare to make a sound, and they all saluted Azeweisi silently.

Azeweisi nodded to the high priest, signaling him to come forward for treatment.

The high priest was an old man with white beard and hair, but his movements were still very agile. He didn't even dare to tap his staff on the ground, and walked all the way to the bedside with it.

He bent over to Azeweisi again, and then squinted at the person on the bed. His first impression was that his appearance was astonishing, and in the eyes of the high priest, he felt a little more muttering in his heart.

With this little guesswork of his own, the High Priest was less angry at being called in hastily to treat such a minor wound.

Yes, in the eyes of the high priest, it was just a skin wound, which could be healed by any priest, so why would Baba invite him, the high priest in white.

But because of the great reputation left by Azeweisi, he didn't dare to object, let alone show a little contempt.

He raised the staff over his head, muttering words, the top of the staff, the jewel inlaid on it began to emit light, the light gradually extended outward, and slowly surrounded the young man as if he had his own consciousness .

Even Roy, who was standing by the side, felt the power of the holy light. He vaguely felt that his old dark wounds were burning faintly, so he knew the effectiveness of the holy light.

Roy couldn't help squinting.

But the young man shrouded in light just slowed down his face at the beginning, and then he wrinkled his face more and more tightly, and after a while, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Blood spattered on the high priest's snow-white robe, reflected in Azeweisi's eyes.

Azeweisi tightened his body, and hit the high priest's chest with a palm, the high priest flew out like a broken kite, the staff fell beside him, and the holy light shrouded the young man swayed , then fades away.

Azeweisi wiped the blood off the boy's lips with his hand, furious, and turned his head to scold the high priest: "What have you done?"

The high priest murmured for a moment, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

But before he had time to defend himself, Roy's epee was still out of its sheath, and the blade was on the high priest's neck. As long as Azeweis gave an order, the high priest would immediately fall to the ground.

The High Priest, who was used to living a comfortable life all these years, saw this scene, his legs trembled, but the more impatient he was, the more speechless he became.

He didn't do anything, didn't he just cast a Holy Light Healing Technique, for the sake of Azeweisi, he still cast it at the highest level, in normal times, how could he use it so casually? Much mana.

Moreover, the holy light cures the sick and strengthens the body without the sick. How can anyone still vomit blood under the holy light?

The high priest felt aggrieved, but still couldn't tell the truth.

The storm in Azeweisi's eyes condensed a little bit, and the momentum on his body became heavier. Not only the legs of the high priest, but now the whole body began to shake!

At this moment, the young man who had just spit out a mouthful of blood coughed and woke up leisurely, and the momentum on Azeweisi disappeared instantly.

The teenager opened his eyes, his eyes still a little dazed, looking around at the surrounding environment.

After looking around, he fixed his gaze on Aizeweiss, blinked his eyes, and his voice was weak and uncertain: "Aize... Weiss?"

Azeweisi froze, and replied softly after a moment: "It's me."

With the affirmation of Azeweisi, the boy's head was like a heavy hammer, and he suddenly woke up under the sharp pain.

He widened his eyes, looked at Azeweisi, and screamed nervously: "Why are you, get out of here, I don't want to see you, get out of here!"

He had just woken up from a coma, and neither the volume nor the tone was very high for a while. Even though he was screaming with all his might, it still sounded like the wailing of a cub.

But his words reached Azeweisi's ears, and the young consul was still visibly fatigued.

The words just yelled a little more urgently, and the boy who hadn't recovered for a while was choked up and let out a heart-piercing cough. After the hand covering his mouth was released, he could still see splotches of blood on it. .

As soon as Azeweisi's body that was frozen in place was relieved, he wanted to go forward to relieve the boy's discomfort.

But he only got a little closer, and the boy's cough became more urgent, and his whole body became even more stooped.

When he regained his strength a bit, the boy didn't care about his body at all, grabbed whatever he could reach, and threw it in the direction of Azeweisi frantically.

Sure enough, after throwing these things away, he could only lean against the head of the bed and gasp for breath, his face pale.

His strength was so weak, and there were no sharp objects beside the bed, so he couldn't stop Azeweisi's footsteps at all, but his strong resentment made Azeweisi stop.

He looked at the young man worriedly, but he didn't dare to move. After a while, he turned his head to look at the high priest, implying that he stepped forward to check on the young man's body.

The high priest dared not to follow, and stepped forward a few steps.

As soon as he felt the approach of outsiders, the young man suddenly circled himself into a ball, trembling non-stop, occasionally wailing from his throat, but his eyes were fixed on the high priest who kept approaching , gradually turned scarlet, and the violent expression on his face surprised Azeweisi.

Azeweiss stopped the High Priest from approaching.

He said to the boy in a gentle voice, "Milton, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

It turned out that the boy was named Milton.

At the end, Azeweisi felt that the words were so difficult, and couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes.

But Milton is still in a defensive posture. His eyes are fixed on everyone present, as if he is assessing the danger. Only when he is looking at Azeweisi, his eyes will appear in a trance occasionally, but then Shrouded in deep hatred.

Still unable to get a response from Milton, Azeweis could only lead the others and slowly exit the room.

After everyone left, there was no smell of other people in the confined space. Milton slowly relaxed. He fell limply on the bed, poked his head out a little, and kept vomiting on the ground, but It was all just retching.

After a while, the vomiting symptoms also stopped, and Milton finally lay down beside the bed, and there was no more movement.

The scene in the room was captured by Azeweisi who was hiding outside the window, and he became more and more silent.

Roy, who was following him, hesitated to speak.

Inside the house, an unmechanized mechanical sound sounded: the host Wu Mengsheng, the achievement of reunion has been achieved, hope to continue to work hard.

Milton's forehead twitched slightly. After confirming that the people outside the room could not see the angle, he softly gave the most powerful reply to this system that could only keep up its efforts.

Pooh!

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