Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

"Baptism..." The ministers were slightly taken aback.

An elf stepped forward and asked, "How long did it take for Her Royal Highness Suvia's baptism?"

Caesar glanced at the elf who was still sleeping in his arms, "Three days."

three days!

The surrounding elves all gasped.

The degree of purity of this talent...is comparable to that of the Elf King!

You must know that His Majesty Caesar had been baptized in the baptism pool for three days.

The purity of Her Royal Highness's talent...

Thinking of this, the dark elves couldn't help being stunned.

This time, the light elf king...wouldn't have grown the wrong leaves, and grown to their dark elves' side, right?

Only with this level of talent can I live in the territory of the dark elves for so long without feeling uncomfortable...

Caesar glanced at the dark elves around him, and said in a low voice, "No matter how high Susu's talent is, it has nothing to do with the elves."

The other dark elves bowed their heads immediately, "Yes!"

After Caesar ordered the minister to send the government affairs to his bedroom, he returned directly to the bedroom.

As time goes by, the effect of the potion is also disappearing little by little.

The power of the dark elves accelerated the potion's failure.

When Nishizawa returned to the palace, the hair tip had turned back to ice silver, and his fair skin had returned to dark color again, but one pupil was a clear emerald color, and the other was a mysterious dark purple. It has a kind of enchanting elegance.

He looked at the elf who was still sleeping in his arms, carefully placed her in the hanging basket next to his bed, then took out the tree of life leaves from his arms, and covered the elf's body.

The little elf seemed to feel it in a dream. Her soft white hands grabbed the leaves that covered her body, and after a while, she rolled herself into a green leaf curl.

Caesar curled his lips.

As the skin color gradually returned to its original appearance, the scars on Nishizawa's fingers were also revealed.

On the dark skin, the chapped wounds looked shocking.

Although the hemostatic potion was sprinkled on it, the power of light that came into contact with it and the incompletely transformed power in the body kept colliding with the fingers, causing the wound that had stopped bleeding to tear again, and dark red blood dripped from the fingertips drop by drop.

This is the scar left by the burnt water in the baptismal pool when he touched Su Tang's tree of life leaves.

Caesar lowered his eyes indifferently, and there was no emotion on his beautiful and indifferent face, as if the wound was not on his body, calmly took out the anti-bleeding potion, and applied a thin layer of ointment on his fingertips.

Potions are ineffective for such wounds burned by the power of light. Only the power of the moonlight can be used to counteract and clean the wounds, and the potions that heal the wound can work.

It's fine if it's an ordinary power of light.

But what burned him was the light power of the baptistery, and he stayed in the baptistery for three days.

After Nishizawa finished applying the potion, he quietly put away the medicine bottle, his mysterious and deep dark purple pupils were flat and unwavering.

...

Su Tang felt that she had slept for a long time.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the hanging basket of leaves that I slept in before.

It's obviously different from the feeling of sleeping in the leaf hanging basket, it's soft, like sleeping on a bed.

She blinked blankly, sat up from the bed, and rubbed her eyes with her soft little hands...

Huh?

Although the hands are still white and fat, they are not the same as when they were babies.

It seems... a little bigger?

And can sit up too.