I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

"Is it then?" He was cursed by the necromancer, so he rejected the Holy Light, so he couldn't be healed.

Milton's face was complex and difficult to distinguish, he stared at his white hands that were almost transparent: "It was he who changed me, for the first time I knew that power is such an important thing, not wealth, not power, just power. "

Azeweisi looked at Milton like this, and felt the bitterness of regret again.

"I do not know."

"I do not know anything."

Azeweisi put his hand gently on Milton's face, and Milton could feel his hand was cold and stiff.

Azeweisi's eyes were tightly locked on Milton, and he saw that his brows were furrowed first, but he didn't attack. He just turned his head slightly to avoid his hand.

"It's ridiculous to say that I can't even master the magic that I have practiced for many years, but the moves you taught me by accident have been used so naturally. After all, you saved my life."

Milton had a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Azeweisi really never taught seriously. He once thought that Milton would be under his wings for the rest of his life, safe and happy, and he would always be an unrestrained teenager.

Seeing Milton's resistance, Azeweisi slowly withdrew his hand.

"Where did you go after the death of the Necromancer?"

"Seran was seriously injured. We went to the Forest of Elves, and because of some other things, we had to stay there for a while."

Milton didn't say anything, but from his emaciated body, Azeweisi knew that it must not be a good memory.

As if thinking of something, Milton suddenly smiled slightly.

"I still remember that time you didn't bring back the elf spring water for me. We once said that we would go to the elf forest together, but I didn't expect to go by myself. The elf forest is so beautiful."

"If you think it's beautiful there, I'll accompany you there again in the future."

"There will be no more chances." Although Milton's words were soft, they were full of certainty.

"No, everything will be fine. When the good weather comes, we will go to the forest of elves together."

Azeweisi stood up, and a feather-light kiss landed on Milton's forehead.

"Okay." This time, Milton did not refuse.

On this day, Azeweiss didn't ask Milton why he returned to Durin, and Milton didn't take the initiative to mention it. This matter seems to have reached a tacit balance in the hearts of the two.

In early summer, the sun is shining brightly.

People in Durin were generally afraid of the heat, so they wore light clothes early on. Some magicians even engraved wind magic circles on their clothes to dispel the heat. Milton, who was still wearing thick clothes, was particularly conspicuous.

Azeweisi walked to his side and held his hand naturally: "Why are your hands still so cold?"

Milton restrained his movement to add clothes to himself, and walked to the place where the sun was bathing: "I feel very warm, and I haven't seen such good sunshine for a long time."

Azeweisi didn't say much, but secretly stimulated the magic element in his body. Although he is famous for his sword, he also has good attainments in magic.

Immediately, Milton found that the coldness that had haunted him all year round was gone. He glanced at Azeweisi and didn't say much.

When Roy arrived, he saw this scene.

There was still fine sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was still steady. He moved to Azeweisi's side and said, "My lord, something happened to His Majesty. Adjutant, please go over there."

"Have you lost your temper again?" Azeweisi's voice was flat and without emotion: "Your Majesty's temper has become worse recently. I have something to do today, so don't worry about him."

With a hesitant look on Roy's face, he glanced at Milton complainingly.

"What's the matter? Don't worry about me. I'm not a fragile baby. I don't need someone to accompany me." Milton asked proactively, but his face, which had obviously eased just now, returned to his previous indifference.

Azeweisi walked to his side: "I want you to accompany me, it's not a big deal, I have other plans for today."

"Your Majesty, the Consul, is so majestic that you can turn a deaf ear to His Majesty's will."

Azeweisi is the last thing he wants to bring up the ruling with Milton, he is always afraid that Milton will recall those unpleasant pasts.

And Roy behind him, after hearing Milton's almost mocking words, was about to step forward, but he reluctantly stayed where he was because of Azeweis's warning eyes.

"You don't have to follow me today. You may have followed me for a long time. I believe you have the ability to stand alone. Go."

"My lord!" Roy's wheat complexion revealed anxious red.

Milton lazily turned his head back: "My lord knight, see you later."

After Roy left with a dark face, Azeweisi couldn't help but said: "Sometimes I don't know whether you like him or hate him, why do you stab him every time we meet?"

"I just feel that there are not many people around me who are as innocent as him now."

Milton closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face.

My heart is in darkness, but I yearn for light, God, I only hope that you can forgive me for the crimes I am about to commit.

Azeweisi looked at his gesture of blessing: "Didn't you not believe in God before?"

"I don't believe it. I just think that God is so busy that he must not see me among the many believers."

"No, even God will bless you, and you will get better soon."

"You know, I don't care about that."

Azeweisi was the last thing he wanted to hear. He took Milton's hand and said, "Today is a rare fine weather. I have a place to take you."

"This is the place you want to bring me to. Do you know Durin better than you?"

Milton and Azeweisi walked side by side on the streets of Durin, and occasionally pedestrians stopped to salute Azeweisi.

"In the past, we always shuttled around Durin like this."

Milton felt more and more boring: "You also said it was in the past."

Azeweisi never knew that when another person was unwilling to speak, the time would be so long.

In the past, Milton was chattering, wishing to tell him everything about himself in detail.

"However, you are really respected in Durin. They are all looking at you, not at the respected lord. They are all grateful to you."

Azeweisi's body tensed again, and he regretted his decision today in his heart.

Milton glanced at him: "You don't have to be so nervous. Although I can't forgive you so far, my eyes are not blind. Today's Dulin is much more prosperous than in the past. It's all thanks to you."

Since he took office, Azeweisi has received countless compliments, many of whom were sincere, but Milton's simple sentence today made him feel that he had received the best compliment.

As Milton walked down the street, the memories of the past ten years seemed to surge up in an instant.

When he was still young, the Duke of Killington held him, and the hands that held the staff all the year round were soft and soft at that time, afraid that he would exert more strength.

The majestic face was full of smiles, and he asked him to take another step in a coaxing tone, but every time he took a step, Duke Killington's hearty laughter could resound through the street.

After a while, he saw himself who had just been prophesied against magic, and said stubbornly to those who laughed at him on the street: "Even if I don't know any magic, I will still be a duke in charge of a pure land. At this time, none of you can step into my territory."

But after the harsh words, he cried alone in the corner until late at night.

Thinking of that prophecy, Milton looked at his hands, looking weak and without any strength.

If it is, it runs counter to magic.

Durin, he had too many memories of Durin.

Milton can still remember that when he first met Azeweisi, he stuck to it regardless.

He couldn't remember what kind of expression Azeweisi had at that time, whether he had a cold face, or occasionally showed a little smile.

Milton looked at Azeweisi beside him, he was relaxed and gentle, even if he often received his sarcastic remarks, he could still feel that Azeweisi was alive at this time.

The corner of Milton's mouth slightly curled into a gentle smile, reaching his eyes.

There is still a piece of softness in Azeweisi's heart, and he is the one who controls this piece of softness, which is great.

Milton thought so from the bottom of his heart.

Along the way, Azeweisi found that Milton was always in a good mood.

"Do you like to come out to play? I often take you out when the weather is good."

"No, I just remembered some interesting things." Milton faded away all the spikes, his smiling brows and eyes were curved, and the shadow of the past appeared again.

Azeweisi could hardly tell if the former Milton had returned.

But soon, Azeweisi woke up from the illusion.

A bard sang loudly in front of him. He was not handsome, but his singing voice was moving, and many people gathered around him soon.

"I heard that there is a great sword master in Durin. Can anyone tell me his stories, and I will make these stories into poems and spread them all around."

The bard stopped singing and asked sincerely on his harp.

The people around spoke in a hurry, talking about the legend of the sword master that might be hearsay.

"I heard that he was born as a commoner, and after all kinds of hardships, he became a great sword master and the guardian of Durin."

"Nonsense, although you are not a great nobleman, you still have a famous family name." Milton retorted in a low voice.

"The Consul is very concerned about us civilians."

"Yes, yes."

"I also heard that the Consul is deeply trusted by the king, and the evil magician Ki who was the king..."

"If you want to know, why listen to these rumors, you might as well just ask yourself." Milton's voice suddenly raised, making everyone silent for a moment.

"I'm tired today too, so I won't go shopping anymore."

After saying this, Milton turned around and left.

Azeweisi looked helplessly at Milton, who had attracted all the attention for him for a moment, turned around and said to the bard who was pulling out the drawing paper, "Come here, too."

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