[Comprehensive British and American] The Second Coming of the Demon King

Three days later, Monigus, who had taken the aging agent, wore a black wizard robe that was easy to move, and brought his prepared belongings. After bidding farewell to Dominic, Severus, and Orthea, he set foot on the his own journey.

Looking at the map that Salazar Slytherin described for him, Monigus found helplessly that the place where the lake was clearly written on the map had become a trough.

It seems that the passage of thousands of years has caused tremendous changes in the landscape of some places.

Monigus, who was [-] sure about finding the target, is now a little uncertain.

After roughly estimating, Monigus continued to walk.

This kind of super long distance is an unfamiliar place, even Moniques can't use Apparation, otherwise he will probably have to look for the parts he dropped along the way.

Sighing, Monigus compared the map with no references again, and found a direction according to his intuition and walked down.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and after spending half a month, Monigus finally found the place described by Salazar Slytherin.

His target this time is the bones of Salazar Slytherin.

This is part of the materials he needs to restore the Slytherin blood, and the provider of that formula is his ancestor - Salazar Slytherin.

He even generously provided a very important part of the recipe.

To be honest, Monigus was not unappreciative, he felt that if it was him, he would not be so generous.

Of course, maybe a thousand years later, his ideas will be a little more noble, in line with his ancestors.

That's just maybe.

However, facing the flat ground with no tombstones and no sign that this place is a tomb, Monigus still made himself put on the most pious posture and began... to dig a hole.

Because he didn't know what was going on underground, Monigus gave up using magic, but chose a Muggle tool—a shovel.

This can be regarded as a little contribution he made to repay his ancestors.

As for how Monigus found this place, apart from the map of the approximate location provided by Salazar, it was the magic that Salazar taught to find his bones.

Carefully digging up the soil layer little by little, Monigus finally saw the white bones gradually emerging from the soil.

Taking a deep breath, Monigus put down the tools in his hands, and regardless of the mud staining his robe corners, he began to kneel on the ground and use his hands to sweep away the mud covered on the bones.

However, looking at the two skeletons that had been completely cleaned up, Monigus was still stunned.

He didn't expect that this place turned out to be a joint burial tomb.

Also, Salazar Slytherin himself didn't mention it, he just said that his bones should be buried here.

But think about it, who is going to die, can he bury himself before dying?

Monigus didn't hesitate anymore, carefully packed the two skeletons and put them in the magic bag he carried with him.

This time, please bring the remains of the ancestors back to the family.

At this point, Monigus' trip is complete.

It's just that he hasn't planned to go home yet, because there is still one thing pressing on his mind.

Monigus felt that if he couldn't solve it, he would be swallowed by bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart.

So, three days later, there was a story in the Muggle newspapers about a burglary where the eccentric homeowner was shot to death.

The Daily Prophet detailed a lot. Horace Slughorn, winner of the Order of Merlin, master of potions, and professor of potions at Hogwarts, died suddenly at home. The cause of death was suspected to be encountering Muggle thugs.

Monigus smiled sarcastically at the picture of Horace Slughorn still smiling in the Daily Prophet.

Do you really think that after provoking the Dark Lord, you can get away with it?

In particular, the most unforgivable thing is that it was done twice.

If he only doubted Horace Slughorn in the previous life, then he has undoubtedly obtained evidence in this life.

What's more, he almost ruined the life of Monigus in this life.

If it weren't for the potion left by the ancestors of the Prince family, Monigus would have become a Squib.

A Dark Lord who became a Squib?He might as well just go to see Merlin directly.

Lest he make Salazar Slytherin jump out of his grave.

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"Dear Lucius, don't you want to give me a passionate kiss?" Monigus stretched his arms and said to Lucius who was stupefied with a smile.

Lucius was awakened by Monigus' voice, and frowned at the shattered cup on the floor.

With a wave of his hand, the tea stains and cup fragments on the floor disappeared without a trace.

For the little bastard who suddenly appeared in front of him, Lucius gritted his teeth with anger.

Still, he thinks Monigus is right, and he does damn well want to kiss him.

So he did the same.

Monigus caught the platinum beauty who was rushing forward, smiling and enjoying his rare enthusiasm.

"You damn bastard, why haven't you contacted me for nearly half a month?" After the kiss, Lucius gasped slightly, narrowing his silver-gray eyes and hissing in a low voice.

Monigus touched his nose in embarrassment, and whispered: "It's only half a month, it's only seven or eight days."

Looking at Lucius' unfriendly eyes, Monigus shut up very wisely, and printed two flattering kisses on the corners of his lips.

As if being soothed by Monigus' kiss, Lucius sighed slightly, and touched his sun-tanned cheeks, which were slightly darker, he really had nothing to do with this man.

When he didn't see him, he gritted his teeth and wanted to teach this bastard a lesson, but the moment he saw him, he just wanted to hug him and kiss him.

Monigus saw that Lucius had calmed down, so he carried the man to the sofa and sat down, and pulled him to his side.

It was useless for Lucius to ask any more questions, Monigus began to talk about the things on his way in detail.

Monigus didn't stop until he felt Lucius' breathing became even.

He stroked Lucius's long hair helplessly, and the first time he saw him when he came back, he found that he was tired, not to mention the smell of the glory potion on his body that was made by himself.

Knowing that he must be very worried during this time, but Monigus has had a wonderful time in the past ten days, and there is no condition to contact anyone at all.

Enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun shining on his body, and his lover sleeping obediently beside him, Monigus also felt a burst of sleepiness.

Yawning lightly, Monigus adjusted Lucius' posture so that he could sleep more comfortably, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the soft sofa.

The two of them didn't sleep for a long time, and they woke up one after another in the evening.

Lucius leaned lazily in Monigus' arms, still not remembering much.

After Monigus went on a trip alone, he was always worried. In addition, the tasks entrusted by the Dark Lord during this period became more and more onerous, and he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

When Monigus woke up, he found Lucius lying on his lap with squinted eyes, leaning over, and the two exchanged a tender and tender kiss.

"Start tomorrow?" Lucius asked with some concern.

Monigus played with a strand of Lucius's platinum-blond hair, nodded and said, "Well, the sooner the better."

Lucius was a little disappointed, "It's okay, I'm also very busy during this time, and I don't have much time to accompany you."

Monigus looked at Lucius apologetically. The two of them really stayed together less often, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Who makes the timing now special?

The two had a sumptuous dinner, and after the meal, they began to discuss the part of the elf magic that Lucius was in charge of.

However, Monigus can't help Lucius much.

After all, he is really not very good at elvish language.

"Money, how long will it take us to cure father's illness?" Lucius asked with some concern.

It has been more than a year since his father left his life, and he has changed from being unable to do what he wanted to do at the beginning to being able to handle it with ease now.

Although he was still young, who would dare to underestimate him, the head of the Malfoy family.

Even in the ranks of Death Eaters, he has risen higher and higher with his own ability, and now he has become the core of it.

The more and more important tasks assigned to him by the Dark Lord, it can be seen that the Duke of Darkness is relying more and more on him.

Monigus was silent for a moment when facing his lover's question, he couldn't answer Lucius.

Not only the part he was in charge of, but also the parts that Lucius and Severus were respectively in charge of had encountered bottlenecks.

There was no point in curing Abraxas Malfoy if they couldn't make progress.

"Sorry, Lucius. I can't give you an answer now, but I think as long as we don't give up, Uncle Malfoy will wake up one day." Monigus said gently, pulling Lucius into his arms .

Lucius leaned in his arms and nodded in disappointment.

Moniques sighed slightly, the position of Abraxas in this child's heart is really very important.

Gently stroking Lucius' platinum-blond long hair, giving him some comfort and making him feel better.

Lucius looked up at the gentle and loving look in Monigus's dark eyes, and felt a little heat in his heart.

He stretched out his hands to hug Monigus' neck, and then offered his soft lips.

A trace of pity flashed across Monigus's eyes, and with a little force in his hands, he fixed Lucius in his arms.

Prying open the thin pink lips, inviting the flexible soft tongue to dance with him, teasing the sensitive point in his mouth, sucking the sweet body fluid, making Lucius gradually immersed in desire.

Monigus used his hands to hug Lucius who was already straddling his lap, and Lucius wrapped his slender and powerful legs around Monigus' waist.

The two kissed while going upstairs, and Monigus enjoyed the pleasure of undressing his lover himself.

When Monigus pressed Lucius on the bed, the night had just begun...