Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing this scene, Marbury was shocked for a moment, and then opened his eyes slightly as if understanding.

Heh, it's normal for a monster like him to eat these things.

"It's coming again, isn't it?"

Xu Shi also smelled the unacceptable smell, the Duke of York paused, then immediately put down the little harmonica in his hand, and smiled contemptuously.

He glanced lightly at the pile of red raw things, thought for a while, and then turned his eyes to Little Marbury.

The deep light brown eyes gently narrowed, a gentle smile appeared on the pale and bloodless handsome face, and he said softly, "My child, if you are afraid, you don't have to force yourself to serve here."

"Go back and rest first. After I fix this little harmonica, I will have the butler deliver it to you."

"...Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

Little Marbury nodded lightly, then turned and exited the room.

But he didn't leave just then, but turned to the window on the other side of the room, leaned against the window lattice, and continued to peek inside secretly.

At that time, the butler had carefully arranged the plates, knives and forks for the Duke.

Although faced with such an unpalatable "food", the Duke of York still upholds his elegant and decent gentleman's dining etiquette, carefully cutting the beef liver and sheep liver into small pieces, as if tasting The food is average, slowly delivered to the mouth.

He didn't even frown at all.

Seeing that Marbury frequently felt sick and uncomfortable.

Not long after, the Duke of York's "lunch" time ended.

While the servants were clearing away the dishes, Marbury saw a tall man in a pure black robe and a crow-shaped mask, carrying a leather suitcase, walking slowly to the Duke.

He didn't speak, and after giving a slight salute to the Duke, he began to conduct various examinations on him.

Little Marbury obviously didn't know who this person was, so he couldn't help but tilt his head in doubt, and blinked his eyes.

But Marbury in possession is very clear.

This is four hundred years ago, because of the prevalence of epidemics, doctors had to protect themselves from all aspects.

"Mr. Doctor, the Duke's symptoms still haven't improved?"

Seeing the doctor shaking his head and sighing after examining the Duke of York, the housekeeper standing aside couldn't help but frowned worriedly and asked softly.

"..."

The doctor paused.

Finally, he slowly took off his mask, revealing a dignified face.

"Your Excellency the Duke's anemia symptoms, I'm afraid it won't improve just by relying on food supplements."

The doctor sighed, and turned his gaze to the Duke of York who was still as calm as water.

After hesitating for a moment, I couldn't help asking cautiously, "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, I still think that for the sake of your health, you need to stop what you're doing immediately and return to the Royal Hospital in Wangcheng for intensive treatment."

"Want me to go back?"

Hearing this, the Duke of York slightly raised his eyebrows.

But he sneered coldly, and his eyes drooped slightly, "Going back and dying at the hands of Fernand, it would be better to die of illness here at York Mountain."

"...Oh, my lord duke!"

Hearing his master's words, the old butler was startled, he leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "We can't say that about His Majesty the King..."

As he spoke, he suddenly seemed to be worried about something, and quickly sent the black-robed doctor away.

Turning around again, he continued to persuade the Duke, "My master, we can just talk about these things at home, why bother telling outsiders! Be careful of him..."