Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"In our castle, is Fernand's eyeliner worse than him?"

Clarence smiled slightly, and shrugged his shoulders slightly, "As long as Fernand wants to know when I get up, when I rest, or even when it's convenient...he can be accurate to the second, right? ?”

"Anyway, I'm just that unworthy younger brother who only wants to usurp his throne."

As he spoke, he stood up slowly and walked towards the garden outside the house.

While walking, he raised his slender arm and waved it casually, "Don't treat it if it can't be cured, just let it go."

"Owner……"

Seeing the back of his Duke going further and further away, the old butler paused, and couldn't help drooping his shoulders, and sighed helplessly.

The shepherd boy by the window also turned and left silently after watching this scene.

But before Marbury recovered, he felt another flicker in front of his eyes.

This time, his old ancestor's perspective instantly shifted to a magnificent palace.

Here, Marbury still recognizes it.

This is the living room dedicated to His Majesty the King in the Grand Palace of Los Angeles.

Sure enough, standing in front of Marbury at this moment was the King Fernand I who was known as the "King of Ren" back then, and a middle-aged man wearing the Pope's robe.

He should be the legendary Phoenix.

Just as Marbury was thinking, he felt that his ancestors suddenly stepped forward and walked in front of these two people.

"Your Majesty, His Excellency the Pope,"

He saluted the two of them, then bit his lower lip secretly.

Finally, he continued, "I have done everything you ordered."

"real?!"

When the two heard the words, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Fernand I was more like reconfirmation, and asked ecstatically, "So, you watched Clarence take 'that'?"

"yes."

Little Marbury nodded lightly.

"That would be wonderful, Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, Pope Phoenix couldn't help clapping his hands, paused, and saluted Fernand I excitedly.

The bottom of his eyes was filled with the joy of success, "Your Majesty, since the duke has taken the medicine I prepared, I can't think of seven days before he will definitely fall ill... Then we must hurry up and get ready to go to York Mountain, So as not to cause unnecessary incidents!"

"The widow thinks so too! Then, His Excellency the Pope, hurry up and make arrangements..."

...

Marbury stood there with little Marbury, quietly listening to the plan of the king and the Pope.

They didn't treat him as an outsider.

He even regarded him as an insignificant ant, and did not fear him at all.

It's also because of this, let Marbury hear the whole conspiracy from beginning to end.

It turned out that the Duke of York was not a vampire at all, but a patient suffering from severe anemia.

But his intelligence and talent, to King Fernand I at the time, were even more fearful than the demon in the dark night.

Ever since, he found Pope Phoenix and obtained a plant that was listed as a banned drug in the theocracy—purple orchid.

Marbury is naturally very clear that the so-called purple orchid is the original plant that can extract the "violet orchid" that was widely used in the treatment of hematopoietic disorders hundreds of years later.

But he didn't know until now that hundreds of years ago, this herbal medicine could also extract a substance called "purpurin".