I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

Azeweisi was in his sleep, trapped by the nightmare and unable to break free.

For a while, Milton spoke hatefully to him, his eyes full of resentment. He anxiously wanted to defend himself, but found that the argument was irrefutable, so he could only accept all the insults with a wry smile.What was even more frightening was that Milton didn't even want to look at him again afterwards, and he didn't even bother to give him alms even when he cursed.

But after a while, Milton was still a boy. He didn't have the resentment that frightened him, and he was still innocent as a boy.

They were like every time in the past. He brought Milton stories of strange landscapes and people from all over the continent, and Milton told him the news of Durin, from court affairs to street gossip.

Even at the back, Milton, tired of speaking, lay on his lap.

Milton was born so beautiful, of course it also fascinated his eyes, he felt dizzy, slowly bent his waist, and approached a little bit.

He secretly kissed Milton.

Azeweisi clearly realized that he was dreaming, because in his memory, Milton didn't wake up, he never knew about it, but in this dream, Milton opened his eyes, he didn't wake up. Afraid, not surprised, but wrapped his back around his neck, and naturally deepened the kiss.

The taste of this dream was so good, Azeweis in the dream was so satisfied that he felt his cheeks go cold, and it turned out that he shed a tear.

Milton gently wiped away the tears for him, and asked him softly, "Why are you crying?"

Before Azeweisi could answer, he seemed to suddenly realize: "Is it because of guilt? It's okay, it doesn't matter what you did to me."

Milton stroked Azeweisi's face gently with one hand, and gently comforted him: "Because what you have done to me, I will return it to you one by one. You just have to wait."

The whispers between lovers are treacherous and eerie.

Azeweisi looked down again, only to find that the Keling he had been wearing all year round was inserted into his chest, deeply sinking into his heart.

On the hilt of the sword was the hand that Milton had touched him just now.And even at this moment, the smile on Milton's face has not changed at all.

is that so?Did he come back for revenge?

Azeweisi woke up from the dream, the dream was fake, but the pain from the piercing heart was real, he bent over in pain, but no matter how much he waited, he couldn't wait for the hand that was willing to comfort him gently.

*memory dividing line*

The scorching summer was unbearable. The temperature this summer was much higher than in previous years. Many crops and animals died because they could not resist the weather, and almost all the civilians who depended on it for their livelihood were not affected.

However, these are not the affairs of the high-ranking magicians and nobles. The inaction of the royal family has gradually caused a lot of rumors of divine punishment among the common people, and there are even ascetics going around in an attempt to gain the favor of the gods.

As a member of the noble family who was carefully raised, Milton was even more ignorant of the turbulent undercurrents under the calm. He just waited wholeheartedly at home for news of Azeweisi.

Before leaving, Azeweis said that this was the last time he left Milton to travel the mainland. This time, he was going to find the legendary Forest of Elf. If all goes well, he might be able to bring Milton the spring of elf when he came back. As a gift.

The days after he left passed very slowly. Milton stayed at home most of the time, sometimes revisiting the gifts that Azeweis had brought for him, and sometimes looking through the magic book to learn a few more spells. After all, Azeweisi's progress was too fast. He used his identity as a swordsman to win one after another, and broke into the noble circle with a tyrannical posture, as if he was very popular.

Milton would sometimes want to catch up with him, but he really lived up to the prophecy made for him by the high priest at the time of his birth-this son ran counter to magic, even if he read the spell word-for-word correctly, using the last Good staff, also difficult to cast any magic.

In the third month when Azeweis went to look for the forest of elves, Milton was summoned by his father.

The old Duke of Killington is very old, and the magician has always had a hard time with his heirs. Milton is his only son. Relenting, he leaned on his staff and waved gently at Milton: "Come."

On the desk, there is a thick book with a gorgeous and complicated family ornament on the cover. The fire and phoenix are reborn from the grass and trees. Milton is naturally no longer familiar with it. This is also the genealogy of the Killington family.

The old Duke turned to the first page with trembling hands, and told Milton the history of his family for the umpteenth time: "When the first generation of His Majesty ascended to the supreme seat by the oracle, the Killington family started because of meritorious deeds. , so many generations now, I don’t say anything else, I’m not afraid of making you live comfortably in this life, but I’m worried that this is a scene of burning oil.”

He took a look at Milton's still ignorant look, and couldn't bear to go on. After all, he was still alive. As long as he lived, he would never let his only son get hurt.

The old duke stroked Milton's head, and suddenly changed the topic: "I heard that you got very close to that Azeweis recently, and even gave him the sword before, didn't you?"

Milton had the feeling that he had done something bad secretly outside and was told his parents, but the old Duke's attitude was gentle, so he nodded with a slight blush.

Judging by his attitude, it undoubtedly confirmed the conjecture in the old duke's heart, and unspeakable emotions suddenly surged in the old duke's heart.He held Milton's head in his arms, and Milton could feel the vibration in his chest. The old duke first sighed, "Do you trust him?"

Of course, in this world, Milton trusted the old duke the most, and it was Azeweiz's second turn, so he nodded without hesitation.

"Trust is enough. I often hear people say that he has walked out of his own way by relying on swordsmanship. It is not easy. He is not a long-term servant, but he is afraid that he will not be a long-term servant."

For Milton, he half understood what the old duke said that night, and he didn't understand the hidden worries in the old duke's words.

He just promised the old prince with a little pride: "Father, don't worry, the people of Azevis are very nice, next time I bring him to see you, you two will have a good time getting along."

This time, it didn't take long before he left it behind.

When Milton remembered it again, he already had Azeweisi standing in front of him, and his father standing behind him. Sometimes, not every meeting can get what it wants.

Azeweisi came back amidst Milton's eager anticipation.

He looked at Milton with apologetic and gentle eyes, gently took Milton's hand, and sighed: "Milton, I didn't bring back the fairy spring water for you."

Milton looked at Azeweisi's apologetic look, and comforted him: "It doesn't matter whether you bring the elf spring water now, maybe we can go to the elf forest together in the future."

In return, Azeweisi looked even more disappointed.

He also hoped that he could bring some precious things to Milton. On this day, Azeweisi secretly made up his mind in his heart that one day he must take Milton to the forest of elves.

It's a pity that things backfired. After that day, Milton had fewer and fewer opportunities to see Azeweisi. Most of the time, he could only hear about Azeweisi from others. Azeweisi When he came to him, he took off his disguise and looked tired, which also made Milton not want to bother him with irrelevant things.

But even if it is just news about Azeweisi from the outside world, it is enough, because he has been too dazzling recently.

Hearing that he not only won the competition with the high-level magician, but also won the competition, Durin rekindled the frenzy of sword practice.

I heard that he has been appreciated by His Majesty the King, and now he is His Majesty's close and trusted minister.

I heard that he has excellent means, but in a short period of time, he has already grasped the real power.

I heard too many things, but Azeweisi never mentioned it when he came.

After a long time, Milton gradually became a little confused. He just felt that the person in front of him seemed to be different.

But he is real only in front of himself, isn’t he, Azeweisi will always be the original appearance when facing himself, Milton comforts himself like this.

Aware of Milton's absence, Azeweisi, who was painting for him, gently stroked his head: "What are you thinking?"

"I miss you."

Milton's blurted words made Azeweisi a little embarrassed, but the thick Milton didn't notice it. He fixedly looked at Azeweisi: "Azeweisi, what is our relationship now?"

In the past, Milton was the famous young master of Kington and the future Duke. When Azeweisi was with him, he was often called the future Earl's favorite man.

Now that Azeweisi has become famous, the relationship between the two is even more confusing.

The rumors outside are as noisy as Milton's restless heart.

When Milton looks at you with such a pair of eyes, no one can refuse, Ezelves wants to just kiss like this, only a passionate and unreserved kiss can prove his intention.

But he thought about his recent plan, wait, wait, wait.

"Milton, you will know."

Azeweisi caressed him lightly, and placed a kiss on Milton's forehead, speaking softly.

But after that day, Milton's inner anxiety did not decrease at all, but increased day by day.

Countless premonitions are piled up together, and it is not just a premonition.

So when this day came, Milton found that he was not too surprised, but had a sense of the absurdity of the world.

Azeweisi led the people to break through the gate of Duke Killington's mansion, and was already heading towards the main hall.

When the news came, Milton accidentally broke the hot tea in his hand, and the hot tea poured on the back of his hand, leaving a red mark, but Milton didn't seem to notice it.