Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"Lord Sherrill, may I ask you to visit His Highness?" The butler of the Gudaus family looked at me anxiously with an umbrella in his hand.

"What happened to Samuel?" I was baffled.

Why do you want me to see it? ?

"His Royal Highness has been busy with the war, and it has been raining for the past few days, and the hidden illness that had been suppressed for a long time after the rain has been stimulated again." The butler adjusted his glasses.

I blink.

Samuel still has a hidden disease? ?

Seeing that I didn't respond, the housekeeper suddenly sighed: "Master Cheryl, have you really forgotten His Highness?"

"This (hon)... I should remember him?" I rubbed my head, the Demon King didn't remember him.

"..." The butler fell silent.

The rumbling heavy rain poured down, splashing jumping water on the pond.

The housekeeper struggled for a moment, but still said: "Although I should not speak about your affairs as a servant.

But Lord Cheryl, I truly cannot forgive you for what you have done. "

"His Highness never asked for anything, but he has been looking for you since you left.

Come here every day to see the flowers you have seen and feed the fish you have fed.This pavilion, those vines.You have liked all of them, and His Royal Highness the Son has preserved them to this day. "

"He has been looking for you for 300 years, and it took him so much to find you." The steward sighed again, "You said you didn't know him."

I opened my mouth.

Did Samuel make a mistake?I have been sleeping in the Demon Palace for tens of thousands of years, and I have never come into contact with him.

Seeing the old butler crying, I suddenly felt a little inexplicably guilty.

"Take me to see him." I stood up and walked out.

The butler quickly followed up and helped me open the umbrella.

"You can do it yourself, the rain won't catch me." Asking an old man to hold an umbrella for himself, haha, I don't have such a great ability to let the old man get wet in the rain.

Within a few centimeters of my body in the raindrops, my body had already turned into ice, and I was stagnant in the air until I left.

The butler was secretly surprised.

He was only five years old when Cheryl left 300 years ago, so naturally he had never seen Cheryl using magic.

I didn't expect this grown-up to be so powerful.

"That's it, my lord, go in." The butler sent me to Samuel's door and left.

I pushed open the door, and a smell of medicine rushed to my face.The taste of this medicine is a bit strange, very different from that of ordinary pharmacists.

Samuel was lying on the big soft bed, his eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed, his face was flushed abnormally, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Sitting on the bed, I silently wiped his sweat with a towel, and then looked at him blankly.

Forgive our protagonist, who has never taken care of anyone in his previous life or this life, and now he can only look at others in a daze.

"Boom——" The huge thunder exploded again, shaking my eardrums.

Samuel's handsome face turned pale, and his lips were chapped.

Want to drink water?

I picked up the water next to me and put it near his lips.Samuel looked away after taking a sip, no more.

"Boom——" a louder thunder exploded, and Samuel grabbed my water-holding wrist and held it tightly.

I was so scared that I almost splashed the whole glass of water on his face.He hurriedly took the cup away with the other hand, but before putting it back, he was caught again.

Me: ... = mouth =

Afraid of thunder? ?

The hand is restrained and can't cast spells. This man is so strong, the strength is to crush the bones of the person, right?

"Boom—"

My heart is frantically swiping the screen, why don't you try another thunderstorm? ! !You fight again!

"Boom boom—"

Samuel pulled hard with his hand, pulled me down, turned around and pressed me under.

He opened his eyes in bewilderment and looked at me fixedly.

I can't help but extend my middle finger to Lei: mmp

Samuel leaned down and buried his head in the crescent of my neck.His tone was full of helplessness: "Teacher—it hurts so much."

The teacher doesn't hurt at all.

I'm deadpan.