I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

Milton looked at Roy's stiff face in front of him, and smiled triumphantly and exaggeratedly: "Why, your adults didn't take you there, and asked me to give you something to wrong you?"

There were various fruit and vegetable snacks in front of Milton, but he only picked one of the black and reddish berries, took a bite and looked at Roy, and took a bite to look at Roy.

Roy only felt that his forehead was throbbing, and his face was a little dull.

But recently, adults are used to being lawless towards this man, and Roy can't forget the fate of those colleagues who were provoked and offended by this young man.

It's just that even if he obeys softly, Roy's hard tone is the same as his hard face: "I will absolutely obey what your lord says."

Milton hated his foolish and loyal appearance the most. With a sneer, he threw the half-bitten fruit on Roy's body, and the crimson slurry left a clear mark on the platinum knight's armor.

Roy's forehead jumped even more violently, and the hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

Milton pulled a clean white towel aside, and wiped his hands slowly like every old-fashioned nobleman.

It was only then that Roy remembered vaguely that this young boy was once the hottest person in Dulin. He was young but rich in experience, which made people feel distressed, and the anger in his heart suddenly vented.

Out of the corner of his eye, Milton saw the changing look in the knight's eyes, and suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he threw a whole plate of fruit at him, so he became proud again.

A white parabola, from Milton's position to Roy's position.

Roy held the crimson piece in the middle, the towel that had just been used, and his face turned completely black, without any trace of the complex emotions just now.

Milton, who missed the throw, sighed slightly: "You're not very old, but you pretend to be a little old man all day long."

Little old man Roy didn't move.

The bored Milton seldom cared about Azeweisi: "I heard that your lords are chasing crazy people infected by necromantic magic out of the city."

When talking about this matter, Roy's tone became more serious: "Yes, the traces of necromancy activities have become more obvious recently."

Milton opened his curious and innocent eyes: "I heard that even if they are siblings, as long as they find that the people around them are infected by necromantic magic, they will kill their relatives righteously and demand that their relatives be burned to death, right?"

Roy was silent for a moment: "Everyone hates necromancer magic. If they are not dealt with, it will be difficult to stabilize the hearts of the people."

"Really, but I think that even if they are infected with necromantic magic, those people are just poor people waiting to die. You adults are really ruthless to kill them all."

Roy's face wrinkled again in dissatisfaction: "Our adults are the most gentle and kind, unlike those high-ranking nobles, everything he does is really for the sake of the weak."

Milton laughed loudly: "The weak, this is your chivalry, and those people are just weak in your eyes."

Neither of the two who broke up in the conversation refused to take the initiative to speak again.

Until Azeweisi was about to return, Milton asked: "Roy, if the lord you respect is infected with necromancy, will you be as righteous as you are today?"

Roy retorted subconsciously: "A grown-up is so strong, there is no way he would be infected by necromancer magic."

"What about him, the fairest consul, which one will he choose between reason and justice?"

Facing Roy's puzzled expression, Milton showed an unprecedented bright smile.

As usual, Azeweisi came back late at night, full of travel and dust. He was not satisfied with his current image, but he couldn't resist the urge to see Milton at this moment.

Take a look, just a look.

Azeweis sneaked into the small courtyard where Milton lived. Milton didn't like having people around at night, so the courtyard was always extraordinarily quiet.

But today, apart from silence, there seems to be something more.

Azeweis stared at the light that came out of Milton's room obsessively. He had collected all kinds of rare treasures for Milton during these days, one of which was the magic core of a light monster, which could be used at night The room was as bright as day.

Milton sneered at the time: "Glaring."

But it was also this night that Azeweis came back and saw this light.

He softened his voice and footsteps more and more.

In fact, he has long been a Juggernaut and can walk on the ground at night without any assistance, but Milton is willing to light a lamp at night, which always makes him unable to help but fantasize.

Maybe Milton is willing to forgive him a little bit, and light a guiding lamp for him who came home late as before.

He gently opened the door with hope in his arms, and only then did he really understand what it means to fall from heaven to hell.

The priceless magic core was randomly discarded in a corner of the room, shining lonelyly.

Milton lay on the ground without a sound, a large swath of bright colors rippling from under his body, and the precious fur carpet was already stained badly.

Azeweisi's heart stopped for a moment.

He approached quickly, and hugged Milton, who seemed to have not grown up all these years, and was still of this stature, into his arms, only to find that there were no obvious wounds on Milton's body, but there was no place on his body that was not bleeding of.

Due to excessive blood loss, Milton's face was devoid of any color, and there was no trace of life on his pale face.

At first, Azeweis thought it was his hands shaking, but later he realized that even though Milton lost consciousness, his body was still twitching slightly.

What kind of pain is this, Azeweisi can't imagine, Milton used to be a greenhouse flower that would scream when his fingers were pricked, but now he is so uncomfortable in his arms, but he doesn't say a word.

"In the past two years, what have you experienced?"

But this question has never been answered.

As the archbishop in red in the Holy See, Bohr's practice of Holy Light is second to none. He also has a heart of fraternity, and has a very high prestige both in the Holy See and among the people.

The recent events of necromancy have made people in Durin and the surrounding towns panic, and Ball is also busy on the front line of stabilizing people's hearts.

After a busy day, Bohr seemed to be asleep, but when he sensed a strange aura in the room, he was still the first to hold his staff tightly.

Although light magic mainly heals, it is not harmless.

Fortunately, the people who came were not enemies. When he saw Azeweisi, Bohr breathed a sigh of relief.

In name, the archbishop in red has a higher status than the consul, but Bohr is very clear about his identity, so he stepped forward: "Is there anything important for the consul?"

Azeweis wrapped Milton in his robe, and carefully placed it on Pol's bed.

He supported Milton's head and nodded slightly: "He's injured."

Under the threat of the consul's eyes, Boer's body moved faster than his brain, and he smoothly released a holy light spell from his hand.

A soft halo gradually enveloped the two people, but in the next second, Azeweisi's sword was already on Boer's neck, forcibly interrupting the treatment: "What did you do?"

Bohr looked at the young man howling under his own holy light, and at the seemingly emotionless killing god in front of him: "My lord."

His voice trembled out of shape.

"I didn't do anything, this kid, he was infected by necromancer magic!"

Azeweisi's voice was full of menacing coldness: "Do you know what you are talking about, I have seen people polluted by necromantic magic, none of them is like him."

Bohr was also very puzzled by this matter, but he was also very sure of his own judgment.

"Although the holy light can't heal him, I can feel that his internal organs have been corroded by necromantic magic."

After Bohr finished speaking, he realized that the young consul in front of him was unreasonably silent.

Azeweisi hugged Milton again, and without looking at Boer, he gently stroked the trembling Milton's body: "I know that your Holy See has many secrets, no matter what the forbidden technique is, as long as it can save his life Yes, it doesn't matter."

Azeweisi spoke calmly, but Bohr was terrified when he heard it. What can be called a forbidden technique throughout the ages must be because its harm far outweighs its effect.

"My lord, I can understand your current mood. It is the greatest luck for a person infected by necromantic magic to pass away painlessly."

Bohr tried to comfort Azeweiss, the parting pain they saw these days is not too much, but everyone will always make the most correct choice in the end.

Boer probed in a low voice: "My lord, according to the rules..."

"With him, I have no rules." Azeweisi looked over coldly: "Do you understand?"

He had never felt such a murderous aura before, and Boer didn't dare to continue, but Youzi was frightened: "My lord, it's hard to cover up this situation. If it is discovered, I'm afraid..."

At the least, he would lose his prestige, and at the worst, the people would riot. I'm afraid that at that time, the Juggernaut would not be able to keep him, and he would have to pay for the prestige he had accumulated so hard. Why bother?

Bohr didn't say these words, but they all understood them in their hearts.

Milton's condition seemed to be much relieved, the blood on his body gradually stopped, and even his breathing became heavier than before, and he no longer looked like he was about to die.

"Fame is not important, prestige is not important, but if his time is running out, I will never allow anyone to show strange things to him."

No one understood better than Azeweis what kind of treatment would be given to those infected by necromantic magic.

Bohr couldn't hear Azeweisi's words clearly, but when Azeweisi looked at him mercilessly, his strong desire to survive made him blurt out.

"Don't worry, my lord. Although I can't delay the pain for this one, I know what to say and what not to say."

Azeweisi's eyes seemed to warm up, and Bohr breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that he hasn't finished his breath yet, only a slight sigh can be heard.

"Sorry, but I don't want to bet on this matter."

Pohl's last thought before he died, no wonder everyone said that this consul is a crocodile, a crocodile will cry, but it will never let you go.

Azeweisi kissed Milton's forehead pitifully: "Let's go home."