I let the protagonist of the abuse article change his life [Quick Transmigration]

Adrian didn't notice something was wrong.

He was still worrying intently: "It can't be like this all the time. The wound medicine is limited, and the medicine with such an effect is too wasteful to use it for this kind of thing."

Although Faith had heard about the effect of the potion earlier, hearing and seeing were always two different things.Besides, according to Feit's "criminal record", Adrian has reason to suspect that the other party has exaggerated the effect of the medicine, and the purpose is to make himself not worry.

Now that these thoughts have been broken, he began to seriously plan: "Or else. Starting tomorrow, I will reduce the time of riding a horse every day. But I can't stop exercising completely. It will still take time to recover... Faith?"

The absent-minded knight was called out, his body froze, and he turned to look at the Duke.

Adrian said, "When I'm not riding, you can take me with you."

He spoke easily and casually.After all, in the eyes of His Excellency the Duke, this is really not a big deal.Adrian knew that not only did he regard Faith as a family member, but Faith also had the same feelings for him.He believed that it was impossible for Veit to deny himself in such a matter.

As soon as the idea came up, Adrian saw hesitation on Feit's face.

The silver-haired young man almost doubted his own eyes.But then, Feit explained to him: "It's better to shorten the travel time directly. In this way, you can also rest more."

Adrian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "What else is there to 'rest'? I've been 'resting' long enough."

He said so, and Veit could no longer find room to refute.

The brown-haired knight let out a muffled "hmm", biting the wound with the tip of his teeth again.The stinging pain dissipated a lot of those beautiful thoughts in his mind that shouldn't exist.

But when the pain goes away, everything will come back again.

For Feith, it was a sleepless night.

After dinner, Adrian fell asleep not long after.Leaving him alone, first of all, made up his mind to just stare at the firelight.But when he got to the back, his eyes turned towards the Duke uncontrollably.

He looked at the Duke's closed eyes, his face perfected by the firelight.It took a while before he realized that his gaze had been fixed on the Duke's lips since he didn't know when.

Feit could almost see the two petal-like lips opening, revealing the white teeth in them, opening and closing, calling his name.

"Fayt..."

The brown-haired knight's body shook, and he was pulled back from the fantasy world to reality.

Not far in front of him, Adrian was opening his eyes in deep sleepiness, looking at the sitting knight, using all the willpower he could use, and asked him: "Well...don't you sleep?"

Veit's throat drier.He replied in a low and soft voice: "Sleep."

Then, I saw Adrian showing a satisfied smile and stretching out a hand to him.

Feit was stunned for a moment before he lowered his head and let his hand shake with the Duke's.

Thought the night would have been tough enough.But it was only during the day that I realized that everything was just an appetizer.

From early morning to noon, during this time, Adrian still used his horse.But in the afternoon, he took the initiative to get on Veit's horse.

Feit stood next to the horse, looked at the old man who was leisurely chewing grass blades, and then at Adrian above.

Adrian also urged him: "Fayt, what's the matter? Hurry up."

Mr. Knight took a deep breath and turned over.

He had adjusted his armor in advance, and Adrian was a mage without any equipment.Although the weight of the two people is still a bit excessive, it is still within the tolerance range of the horse.

Adrian and Faith calculated: "Wait until tomorrow, we will exchange horses... Faith, are you listening?"

The brown-haired knight came back to his senses and gave a soft "hmm".

The tip of his nose is the duke's long silver hair.When it was just the two of them, Adrian still wouldn't put on the hood.Feit felt the silky hair rubbing against the tip of his nose and lips, and then realized that the latter was probably the result of his deliberate actions.

Feit felt the pain again.The back of his hand holding the rein was full of bulging veins, but Adrian didn't notice it, and even leaned back, ready to find a more comfortable position.

There is a warm body in my arms.For a moment, Veit almost felt that the Duke had the same thoughts as himself.But when Adrian looked at him sideways and their eyes met, the brown-haired knight understood that he shouldn't think too much.

To the Duke, he is already very special, and he cannot and should not presume.

Indeed, many knights around noble women will also serve as their lovers.But Feit knew that in the eyes of the Duke, he was not that kind of existence.

The mood that had been boiling all night subsided at this moment, he straightened his body again, and whispered: "Your Excellency, we are leaving."

Adrian gave an "um" and then said, "When you get to town, you can't call me that anymore."

In name, the Duke of Langton had died a year and a half ago.No matter why the Jonahlin family attacked him, what is certain is that they definitely don't want to see Adrian who is still alive and has a clear will.

It was one thing to show up in front of everyone after returning to the capital, but it was another to reveal the news that he was going back early.In the former case, no matter how dissatisfied the Jonalin family was, they could only accept the reality.The latter type undoubtedly added difficulties to their way back.

Faith understands these principles.He nodded slightly as a promise.

Adrian was not satisfied, and said, "Mr. Faith, did you forget something?"

"...I haven't forgotten." Fait said, "Eddie, I remember."

What they are talking about now is the nickname they used to call each other when they were teenagers.At that time, Faith had brought Adrian to the streets of the capital.The illegitimate boy, who was not allowed to appear in social situations, began to come into contact with all kinds of things in the world, and because of some experiences at that time, he was able to not show his timidity when inheriting the title later.

Adrian finally smiled.He relaxed and comfortably leaned on Feit, looked ahead, and said, "Tell me about the time you were looking for me."

Faith resisted: "There is nothing to say."

Adrian: "I want to hear it."

Faith pursed his lips.He weighed it for a long time, but after Adrian spoke again and called out his name, he gave in and said in a low voice: "At that time, I found a total of six caravans. One of the caravans went to the Duchy of Remington. I went there too..."

Eddie listened quietly.Slowly, it may be that the weather is too warm, or it may be that Feit's voice is too gentle.Tiredness surged up, his eyes began to close once and for all, and opened again after a few breaths.

After a few times, Feit noticed something and said, "Your Excellency...Eddie, go to sleep for a while."

Obviously he was the one who didn't sleep well last night, but now he seemed quite calm.

Adrian reminded him: "Get used to it quickly, and don't call it wrong again later."

Faith had no choice but to answer "OK" softly.

Adrian didn't fall asleep directly.He used his last willpower to be vigilant: Feit must have omitted a lot of his suffering!He won't tell me directly, but I can judge for myself from his words.

……

……

The Duke of Langton's plan did not go well.

After he woke up and listened to another part of Faith's "The Adventures of the Principality of Remington", Adrian was sure.Not only did the other party not tell the truth to himself, he was lying, right?

His eyes fell faintly on Feit.Being watched by the Duke, Veit's voice lowered a little bit.

Adrian maintained his previous look and sighed: "Fayte, I thought at least you wouldn't..." Lied to me.

Halfway through the speech, he stopped by himself.

The Duke of Langton knew that it must be useful to say so.However, Feith must be sad again.

People came to save him from a long distance, so why should he let him continue to suffer?

Adrian turned his voice bluntly, and said, "...like other knights, the meat has to be roasted before it is coated with spices."

When listening to the first half of the sentence, Feit frowned slightly.At the back, his eyes moved slightly and he said, "Sorry."

Adrian tried his best to make his expression not so reluctant, and raised his chin slightly, showing an arrogant and arrogant look: "I will eat all the meat for you, and I will take care of my dinner myself."

Feit looked at the rabbit on the fire rack, and then at Adrian next to him.

Adrian pretended to be angry: "I mean it!"

Feit sighed: "I see." In the end, he still laughed.

Seeing the knight's expression, Adrian also raised the corners of his lips.

After the two of them had enough to eat and drink, the silver-haired young man who slept too much during the day offered to let him arrange the magic circle and let Feit go to rest first.

Faith didn't argue with him, and lay down preoccupied.

Adrian felt a little uncomfortable seeing him lying upright.But if he called Feit at this moment, wouldn't it be more contrary to his original intention of wanting the knight to sleep well?

After thinking for a moment, Adrian hummed a little tune softly.

That's not the language of the kingdom of Kadir, or even that of any country on the continent.The pronunciation is awkward and obscure, and even Adrian himself does not understand why he always thinks of this song when he is tossing and turning, and then slowly falls asleep in its company.

What worked for him, though, worked for Veitt as well.

The knight's tense body finally relaxed.Not long after, Adrian heard a flat breathing.

Duke Langton's eyes softened.Accompanied by the crackling sound of the fire, he took out a few magic props with defensive functions, checked them again after setting them up, and reinforced them with his own magic power.

After everything was ready, he sat back on the spot, yawned, and slowly fell into a dream.

...Then, he was awakened by the whispering of grass blades.

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