I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

Pain, scorching pain, like a ball of fire wandering through the internal organs, where it passes, every place is a burning pain that burns repeatedly and cannot be resolved.

Milton writhed on the bed, moaning like crying from time to time, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Azeweisi put one hand on his lips to prevent him from accidentally hurting himself because of the pain, and wiped his sweat with the other hand.

The few priests around looked at the man who was silent but no one dared to ignore him. They exchanged eyebrows and winked anxiously at each other, but no one dared to say a word.

"Go down."

With just this short sentence, the few people felt as if they had been pardoned, they didn't dare to stay for a moment, and ran out like smoke from the soles of their feet.

If I stay any longer, I'm really afraid that I will die soon.

Milton was in a coma for three days, and Azeweisi stayed with him for three days, never leaving. No matter who came, he could only see his silent back.

Before Milton woke up, Azeweis kept thinking about what the priests said.

"Everything about necromancers on the mainland is listed as a forbidden technique, and the few of us have studied it very little."

"Judging from the current situation of the young master, the medicine is indeed fighting against the necromantic magic in his body, but whether it is such a curse or such a medicine, we have never heard of it, and we dare not even use the best holy light technique It is really impossible to judge his situation by using it lightly.”

"Do your best, listen to the destiny, everything will have to wait until he wakes up."

No one dared to ask whether Milton would wake up or not.

Fortunately, three days later, Milton no longer had such a strong reaction. His face was rosy, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be just asleep.

Sleeping for three days is not a good experience. Milton's consciousness has awakened, but his body is lagging behind, like an old machine that needs time to wake up.

His eyes were a little blurry, and he could only vaguely see a figure sitting by his bed, his hand was held between his hands by this person, and pressed against his forehead.

Milton just moved slightly, and this person looked over nervously. Milton asked intuitively, "Azeweisi?"

"It's me." Realizing that he couldn't see, Azeweisi held Milton's hand tighter, and his heart sank.

The strength of Azeweisi's hands really calmed Milton's emotions. He blinked, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Milton didn't withdraw his hand. After seeing Azeweisi's appearance clearly, he asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Azeweisi, who used to be healthy and always like a stove, now has a lower body temperature than Milton, who has been ill for a long time.

Milton couldn't forget the icy cold when he came out to hug him that day.

Moreover, Azeweisi's description at this time is really not very good. He stayed by Milton's bedside for three days without leaving a single step. He didn't get a drop of water or rice.

His complexion was faintly pale, and his thin red lips had lost their color in the past, and his whole body revealed the word haggard.

Even Milton was afraid that he would fall headfirst here in the next second.

"I'm fine." Azeweisi ignored Milton's concern, observed carefully and found that Milton's eyes were clear, and secretly breathed out in his heart.

"Do you feel any changes in yourself?" Azeweisi asked.

In just a few seconds, only Azeweisi knew what kind of expectations he had experienced in his heart.

Milton's eyes dimmed: "It won't work, this is not simple magic, this is a curse."

"It's okay, it won't work this time, not every time." Azeweisi quickly adjusted his mood, and his tone was even a little relaxed.

Milton didn't miss the worry that flashed across his face.

"No need." Milton emphasized his tone: "I said no need."

He looked at Azeweisi's bloodless face: "This time you gave up half of your flesh and blood for me, what about next time, what are you going to do next time, did you lose your life?"

"I don't want your life, you take your own life away."

Azeweisi looked helplessly at the immature child in his family.

Milton didn't give him a chance to speak, he spoke with an unprecedented maturity.

"My life is coming to an end soon, I understand this truth, my life is also considered rich and colorful, Azeweisi, don't worry about me anymore, and accompany me quietly through this last period of time."

There was a cry in his voice, and tears welled up in his eyes: "I can't hate anymore, and I don't want to hate, I only have you left."

Amidst Azeweisi's ecstatic expression, Milton took the initiative to embrace him.

However, in Azeweisi's arms, Milton's pain-relieved face became expressionless, only a touch of sarcasm.

Azeweisi and Milton seem to be reconciled like this, and Milton has gradually returned to his former cheerful and lively appearance. However, in the dead of night, Azeweisi can never forget when Milton just came back. To his hateful eyes.

This kind of hidden worry always lingers in his heart, making him restless day and night.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of Roy's mouth twitched involuntarily. He blinked, looked at the sky, blinked again, and found that the scene in front of him had never changed, so he had to admit that it was not his eyes that were dazzled.

There are times when this little devil king is so obedient?

Azeweisi never mentioned how serious his injury was, and no one asked him, but he was always a little more cautious when facing him.

It's no surprise that this person is anyone, but it is Milton, not to mention how strong the weirdness is.

Azeweisi frowned slightly, and Milton anxiously held his hands and looked him up and down: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Azeweisi held his hand, his body was filled with obvious lightness: "I'm fine."

The two cared about each other, and Milton even showed a few short smiles. When he smiled sincerely, the stars in the sky seemed to fall into his eyes.

Looking at their interaction, Roy felt relieved that the adults had finally paid off their hardships, but at the same time, there was also a bit of envy in his heart that could not be ignored.

Roy scratched his head, a little unwilling to disturb the harmonious scene in front of him.

From the corner of his eyes, Milton had seen him struggling alone for a long time, and the tone of his speech to Azeweisi was also full of complaints.

"I'm looking for you again. You are obviously a consul, and there are so many things going on all day long. Can't you rest? Your injury is still not healed."

Azeweisi did not mention any of the reasons: "I will be back soon."

Milton looked at his back, a little angry, and pointed to the two maids to go back to the room.

In the conference hall, the young man who was waiting outside the door of Azeweisi's room was pacing back and forth. After seeing Azeweisi's figure, he said hello in his heart.

I didn't expect that Roy could really bring the adults back.

The young man - Nuo Wen walked forward quickly: "My lord, you are finally here." There was a bit of anxiety in his tone.

"Tell me about the situation."

"Recently, because we want to investigate the method of dispelling necromantic magic, we have made too much noise and exposed many spies. The people on His Majesty's side have caught the handle, and there have been frequent movements recently."

"Your Majesty has grown up." Azeweisi sighed.

The young master, who was ignorant back then, also stretched out his sharp claws tentatively.

The royalist faction and the Azeweis faction have had a long-standing grievance, if it was just this matter, Nuowen would not be worried.

Nuo Wen lowered his voice: "The source of Durin's necromantic magic has not yet been found. The temple was suppressed before, and the civilians did not have any major turmoil. However, last time a high priest in red disappeared inexplicably from the temple, and the temple seems to be quite critical." I haven't been working very hard lately.

Only a few insiders knew the truth about the disappearance of the high priest in red—and he was also the bishop. Azeweis could not give a reasonable explanation, and the temple, which had been suppressed by Azeweis for a long time, also took advantage of this .

If it was only one party, it would not be able to deal a blow to Azeweisi accumulated over the years, but several parties jointly launched an attack, and even Azeweisi had to deal with it carefully.

Nuowen couldn't help sighing in his heart that the fleeting time was unlucky while sorting out the piles.

This year is like an adult committing a crime, Nuo Wen's heart skipped a beat, it was too much of a coincidence, is there really no shadow of man-made manipulation behind it?

At the same time, in the palace with layers of emerald greens, a blond boy with blue eyes looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of him, instead of being frightened, he ran up happily.

The young man's eyes were full of admiration, and he was holding on to the hem of his clothes without any hesitation, and there was a bit of complacency in asking for praise in his coquettish tone.

"Sir, I did everything you taught me to do."

The man in black hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's head unskillfully to express his praise, the hand that was exposed was thin and white and slender, in stark contrast to the complete black on his body.

The boy narrowed his eyes contentedly.

"Well done, I'm here this time because I have something new for you to do." The voice was haggard and hoarse.

The boy didn't show any strange color, and listened carefully.

After listening, the boy asked naively: "Doesn't sir not like that Juggernaut and the man named Milton in his garden? I can't help Juggernaut, but I can vent my anger on that Milton."

The man in black was silent for a rare moment. The little emperor didn't know if it was on purpose or not, so he almost had nothing to say: "Just do as I tell you, and you don't need to understand the twists and turns."

"Okay then, I'll listen to sir." The young man was very well-behaved.

Just as the man in black was about to leave, the young man grabbed his sleeve swiftly and pursed his mouth.

"It's been so long that I don't know what Mr. looks like." He looked like he wouldn't let go if he couldn't see it.

The man in black was unmoved: "Your Majesty and I have what we need, so why should Your Majesty know what I am like?"

The young man muttered dissatisfiedly: "I don't take what everyone needs from my husband. My husband is my closest person and the one who pulls me out of the darkness. I just want to get closer to him."

While talking, the young man carefully observed the movements of the man in black. After finding that the man in black showed no obvious resistance, he slowly stood on tiptoe, trying to reach out to take off his hood.

Closer, closer.

The boy's breathing gradually became heavy, his eyes lit up with excitement, and his hand had already touched the brim of his hat.

"Your Majesty!" A cry came suddenly.

The young man hesitated for a second, the man in black had disappeared in front of him, and he could only touch the air with his hands.

The boy turned his head slowly, and smiled exaggeratedly at the attendant who interrupted his good deed: "Hey, you scared my baby away."

The author has something to say: Milton: I’ll just tease you that the little emperor is a cut-throat and doesn’t have many roles