Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After thinking about it, Franka felt relieved and carefully put away the evidence in her hand.

He has already begun to look forward to seeing the scene where Marbury pleaded guilty!

...

At the same time, in the underground cell of Los Grand Palace.

After being tortured overnight, Marbury, who was exhausted at this time, was having a strange dream.

In the dream, he was inexplicably attached to the body of a young man, lying on the side of the stream, looking at the young and immature face reflected in the water.

He was very familiar with the boy's face.

It was exactly four hundred years ago that the first archbishop of the family who became a theocratic hero——"Old Marbury" because he assisted the pope in suppressing the famous vampire "Duke of York".

Of course, he was still young at this time, and he was still called Little Marbury, and he was just an ordinary shepherd boy.

Another identity of this shepherd boy was an eyeliner placed in the Duke of York's house by the theocracy Pope Phoenix at the time.

Thinking of this, Marbury couldn't help but froze for a moment.

How could he have dreamed of this ancient ancestor who was so honored to be attached to him and become his?

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly felt his body move.

Little Marbury drank enough water, stood up from the stream, and continued to drive the sheep of the York Castle, quietly heading for the magnificent castle at the foot of York Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, Marbury suddenly felt a flash of the picture in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, his ancestor had already returned to York Castle, standing in a luxurious and magnificent room.

And in front of him, sat a young man who was extremely handsome, but whose face was as pale as blood.

Seeing the man's face clearly, Marbury became excited.

This, isn't this Clarence from Taylor Academy!

Sure enough, he guessed right, this man is the Duke of York!

Thinking of this, Marbury paused, and couldn't help holding his breath, trying to wake himself up from this dream so that he could report the truth to Franka.

But the dream seemed to be against him, and this holding back made his perception clearer.

It was as if everything in front of him was the reality he had experienced.

As a result, Marbury had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait for the dream to end.

At that time, the Duke of York was smiling, carefully repairing a small harmonica in his hand.

It is mentioned in the family legend that the harmonica is the most beloved instrument of little Marbury, and it is his good companion when shepherding sheep.

Unfortunately, when he intentionally created an accident for himself to attract the attention of the Duke of York, he accidentally broke it.

Unexpectedly, the aloof Duke of York would put down his figure and help a slave repair things...

Thinking of this, Marbury couldn't help but glance at the projection of his ancestors in the side mirror.

Sure enough, at this moment, a faint hesitation and struggle flashed across the eyes of this old ancestor.

However, at this moment, the door behind him was pushed open with a creak.

"Your Excellency, it's time to take the medicine, please rest for a while."

An old and steady voice, accompanied by a strong, sinister fishy smell, came from behind Xiaomabri.

He looked back subconsciously, and saw the old steward of the Duke of York, holding a plate of red raw meat, coming to the Duke.

Little Marbury didn't know what it was, but felt the smell was weird, and couldn't help frowning.

But Marbury, who is possessed, can see clearly.

That is the raw liver of cattle and sheep.