What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 8

As the Acting City Lord, Su Feng’s daily affairs were incredibly hectic. One task would barely be finished before a new problem arose. While spinning like a top, he still had to find time for cultivation and study.

Weren’t nobles supposed to live in luxury? Why is my life busier than it was during my college entrance exams?

And as if the high pressure weren’t enough, why did he, as the son of a Marquis, have to deal with bizarre assassination attempts and poisoning plots?

Fortunately, as he grew older and established a foundation, Su Feng selected a few trustworthy followers and delegated the backlog of tasks to them. Only then did he manage to find some breathing room. To be honest, during those periods when he was suffocating under administrative work and power struggles, Su Feng had sincerely prayed day and night that when he opened his eyes, he would find himself back in his peaceful home as if the transmigration had never happened.

Now, those matters were no longer much of a bother.

When Su Feng entered the study, the butler reported recent events one by one. Minor issues were handled by others, while documents requiring Su Feng’s personal attention were placed on the desk. After his decision, he would stamp them with the family seal. Su Feng lowered his eyes; his pure black hair fell against his delicate, pale skin, revealing half of his handsome profile. After signing his name, he took the seal and pressed it onto the wax. The dark cyan emblem was branded onto the yellowish paper. His movements were light and swift.

Behind him, Murphy followed all the way into the study. The protagonist remained silent throughout the walk, not saying a single word, seemingly deep in thought. Once inside the room, with only Su Feng and Murphy remaining, the tall man with violet eyes stood behind the noble, gazing at his exposed white nape. For a few brief moments, his gaze was dangerously chilling, yet it quickly vanished.

Silence filled the study. The two figures, one sitting and one standing, cast intersecting shadows on the wall. Suddenly, Murphy spoke. “What do you need me to do?”

Su Feng’s hand holding the pen jerked, leaving a short ink streak on the paper. He pulled the pen back, thinking, Crap, I almost forgot the protagonist was here.

“You keep me trapped here and forced me to sign a master-servant contract. What exactly is your purpose?”

Outside, the butler—who was holding tea and about to knock—widened his eyes, nearly doubting his own hearing. After a moment of silence, the butler decided to retreat for now, leaving the private space to Su Feng. Regardless, if the Young Master liked it, then let him have his fun.

“You make it sound like I’m some kind of villainous pervert.” Su Feng continued to handle his business without looking up. Murphy narrowed his eyes, and Su Feng heard him say, “You must at least give me a time limit.”

“To be honest, I know nothing right now. I cannot even remember my origin or my name. To some extent, you have provided me a place to stay. I can repay you, but there must be a deadline.” Murphy blinked his long, curled eyelashes. His current appearance seemed somewhat gentle, even showing a hint of submission.

Su Feng turned his head to look at him. For some reason, even though this was the first time he was seeing Murphy’s face, a faint sense of disgust and rejection rose from the depths of his heart. That rejection was mixed with a very subtle emotion that made him want to leave a footprint on that beautiful face the more he looked at it.

He couldn’t understand where this emotion came from, so he simply chalked it up to a reader’s dislike for the protagonist. But had Murphy really lost his memory? He looked quite harmless right now. Or was he lying?

“You are in no position to negotiate with me,” Su Feng said.

“And besides, do you think you’re that important?” Su Feng rested his finger on the cyan page. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, his blue eyes appearing exceptionally deep. Su Feng continued, “Blackthorn City does not support idle people. You stay here only to pay the price for offending me. If you cannot prove your worth, I will deal with you directly.”

From the start, Su Feng’s behavior was truly that of an offended noble, to the point where his previously ridiculous words now carried a hint of truth. If Su Feng truly wanted to punish him, he didn’t need to find such a strange excuse.

For instance, Murphy had attacked Su Feng and then, while unconscious, had “voluntarily” become Su Feng’s servant.

Murphy opened his mouth and asked, “Did I really… attack you?”

Su Feng fell silent. He almost wanted to pull back his collar to reveal the bite mark on his neck, shove it in the protagonist’s face, and roar: Look! This is the proof of your crime! Are you a dog? Why did you bite so hard?

“Aside from that, did I do anything else to you?” Murphy’s current expression held a trace of tenderness as his violet eyes lowered slightly. “Have I wronged you?”

Su Feng said nothing. He certainly couldn’t say: You forcibly kissed me, bit me, and besides all that, you cried and insisted on sleeping in the same bed as me!

“Have you asked enough?” Su Feng said expressionlessly. “Now, go do what you are supposed to do as a personal valet.”

The door suddenly opened, and the butler walked over from the hallway at just the right moment. He saw the new valet standing at the door. The man was so tall he stood like a wall, and the smile on his face was both gentle and carried a hidden sense of danger, like a sleek-furred predator. The moment Murphy saw the butler, his face shifted into a perfectly polite expression. He said to the butler, “Hand the tea to me.”

“I must serve tea and water to Lord Su Feng. This is my duty as a valet.” For some reason, even though his voice and tone sounded pleasant and gentle when he said this, it felt incredibly strange. “I must serve him with all my heart.”

The butler looked at him suspiciously. “That is unnecessary. You may follow behind me; I will serve the Young Master.”

Hearing this, Murphy didn’t react, but Su Feng spoke up immediately. “Give it to him!”

Su Feng, acting out of spite and a bit of anger, added, “Give it to him! Let him do these things!”

Murphy smiled slightly, took the tea from the butler’s hands, and walked in gracefully. The butler was left standing there alone. After a moment of daze, he realized: Wait, did someone just steal my job?

This wasn’t some personal valet; this person was clearly here to compete with him!

Outside the camp, Crane followed Murphy’s trail. Upon realizing his experiment had been taken here, Crane’s expression became extremely dark. He tapped his staff, grabbed a passing knight, and controlled him using a soul-snatching spell. The unfortunate knight now stood there with a blank expression, a soul-snatching insect planted in his brain.

Crane asked him, “Have you seen a strange creature with wings and black horns? A pitch-black moth.”

“A moth? I’ve never seen such a thing,” the knight answered truthfully.

“Then, have you seen a man with black hair, violet eyes, and severe injuries?”

“A new face did indeed arrive at the camp.” The knight felt a dull, piercing pain in his head. He instinctively knew he was leaking information but had no way to resist the control of the spell. His body stiffened, his reason and spirit severely damaged. He could only mumble incoherently, “But that seems to be… seems to be Lord Su Feng’s new valet.”

“A valet?” Crane repeated gloomily.

“I… I don’t know anything else. If you want someone, go find Lord Su Feng and that guy. Please let me go… Ah!” Before he could finish, Crane tore his soul apart. He took the body away, but the traces left by the dark magic were still detected by the patrolling knights.

When Brown hurried to the study to report the matter, Su Feng was considering whether to recruit several Spirit Masters skilled in scouting and tracking to find Crane. Blackthorn City did have Spirit Masters, but perhaps influenced by Su Feng’s luck, they had found his trail several times only for him to slip away like a clever eel.

How can someone’s luck be this bad? Su Feng thought. But if he didn’t lead the team, others facing a Soul-Binder skilled in soul-snatching would only meet their deaths.

Now that he had met Murphy, perhaps after reversing the bad luck, his fortunes would improve? Su Feng involuntarily looked at Murphy. At this moment, the decisive and cold protagonist from the original novel was being taught by the butler how to be a proper personal valet. This scene was quite amusing to Su Feng. Hahaha, a tea-serving protagonist!

Just then, a muffled scream came from far away. Without time for thought, Su Feng bolted up and rushed out like a gust of wind before anyone else noticed. Murphy stared at Su Feng’s back for a moment and then chased after him. Su Feng didn’t have time to worry about him. Relying on a vague intuition, he arrived at the scene and saw the grey-haired dark mage Crane holding a screaming knight. Sensing Su Feng’s arrival, Crane’s scale-like grey hair fluttered in the wind, but he didn’t look at Su Feng. Instead, he looked at Murphy beside him.

From a distance, Murphy stood behind Su Feng and felt a faint sense of danger. Many images appeared in his mind: himself being locked in a cage, one among many. The dark mage before him was dragging a strangely shaped corpse toward an experimental table, leaving a thick trail of blood on the ground like a rotten red carpet.

He had been pulled from the cage by Crane, who took his blood for research. The man seemed to have discovered something about him and was so excited he nearly went mad, laughing wildly at his reflection: “I will have the perfect vessel! I will become the greatest mage!”

The smile on Murphy’s face faded. He looked at Crane, his violet eyes like clear glass. He stood behind Su Feng, tall as a pine tree, with a faint smile on his lips, showing no awareness of being targeted.

In front of him, Su Feng sneered and said, “Bring me my bow.”

Murphy hesitated for a moment, then took the bow and arrow from the butler who had hurried over.

The butler: …?

“Experimental subject,” Crane mocked in a low voice. He pulled open his cloak, revealing several hideous scars on his pale skin. Those were left by Murphy during his escape. The wound on his waist had nearly killed him. “I wondered where you had fled to. It turns out you found yourself a shelter.”

Murphy handed the bow and arrow to Su Feng. Su Feng’s black cloak swayed in the wind. His eyes held nothing but the enemy before him. He didn’t care what Crane was saying; he simply drew the bow, his arm muscles tensing. Draw, aim, fire! By the time Crane realized the danger was imminent, the arrow had already crossed the space and nearly pierced through his eye!

Blood seeped through his fingers. Crane said gloomily, “Su Feng, you’re even going to interfere in this?”

He sneered, clutching his wound and preparing to leave. However, Su Feng’s long whip already lashed through the air. “Where do you think you’re escaping to?!”

One lash after another, the whip shadows in the air formed cyan light streaks, nearly leaving Crane covered in wounds. This was the result of a frail dark mage facing a Sword Venerable in close combat without preparation, especially since Crane was not skilled in melee.

Murphy watched the scene from afar. His brows twitched slightly as he suddenly realized something:

If things were truly as Su Feng said…

Then it was quite remarkable that he could still stand here unharmed after doing those things. This arrogant young noble was certainly not just a pretty face; when he fought, he was truly fierce.

Su Feng vented his bottled-up anger from the past few days. Crane nearly lost his life. Only under the desperate protection of other soul-bound spirits did Crane manage to stumble away. The knights in the camp watched in a daze. Su Feng put away his weapon, tossed the bow back to Murphy, and glanced at him.

Having just finished the battle, looking heroic and unharmed, the young noble said to Murphy, “It seems he was looking for you.”

Murphy paused. He met those blue eyes and glanced at the whip at Su Feng’s waist. For a brief moment, Murphy abandoned the idea of leaving the camp. After all, as Su Feng said, Crane was still targeting him.

“Then I must thank you for protecting me,” Murphy said.

Su Feng paused and looked at him suspiciously. Is this protagonist being sarcastic?

But looking at Murphy’s current expression, he couldn’t see anything unusual. Su Feng simply turned around and ignored him. A group followed the trail left by Crane, nearly finding his hidden Mage Tower directly. This time, luck was not on Crane’s side. As long as they continued tracking him, they would eventually catch this blight that had plagued Blackthorn City for days.

This put Su Feng in a great mood, and even Murphy started to look a bit more pleasing to his eyes. But just as he was feeling proud, the system’s bad news suddenly arrived:

[Intimacy points insufficient. Please replenish immediately.]

Su Feng nearly spat out the mouthful of tea he had just sipped.

Intimacy points… insufficient.

In other words, he now had to replenish them, and the only way to do so was through close, intimate contact with the protagonist.

Su Feng’s expression stiffened. He said emotionlessly, “Intimacy? If I beat him up, does that count as intimate contact?”

System: [Intimacy points generated during combat are insufficient to weaken the World’s Restriction further.]

Su Feng took a deep breath and looked at Murphy.

This man was tall and had a beautiful face that wasn’t feminine. Curled eyelashes, clear violet eyes, and a constant gentle smile. He was poised and polite, a look that easily attracted the opposite sex. Even with Su Feng’s interference, Vina had still seen Murphy’s face and was clearly interested to some degree.

When he spoke to Su Feng, he was always polite—powerful but not forceful, gentle with a hint of concern. If Su Feng hadn’t read the book and didn’t have that inexplicable sense of disgust, he might have treated Murphy as a friend to chat with, never noticing his demonic nature or malice.

And now, he had to find a way to have intimate contact with this man—to hold him, kiss him, and embrace him.

The veins on Su Feng’s forehead bulged. He thought, Maybe I should just knock him unconscious!

Su Feng remembered something. He went to the storeroom, rummaged through the potions, and pulled out a bottle of sleeping potion that claimed a single drop could knock out ten tough men.

Su Feng still remembered the alchemist who introduced the potion promising him: “Just one drop and a room of ten tough men will fall unconscious. The effect is amazing, truly powerful.”

Hearing this, Su Feng felt a bit guarded and asked, “Is it really that magical?” What if he got knocked out by accident?

“Don’t worry, Lord. This potion only works on swordsmen below the Sword Venerable rank. You have nothing to worry about.” The potion master assured him and even gave a demonstration: “Look, you just put in a drop and have the target drink it. Unless they are a magical beast, as long as they drink my medicine, they will…” Before he could finish, the potion master’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Recalling this, Su Feng looked suspiciously at the potion in his hand. He wanted to see the success rate, but since he had no intimacy points, he couldn’t run a simulation.

But it didn’t matter. Su Feng dropped a bit into a cup and took a sip. It was sweet, with a black tea flavor. He smacked his lips; the potion indeed had no effect on him.

He quite liked the taste, but as he drank, he realized: Wait, this isn’t how you use it.

In the quiet of the night, Murphy’s gaze fell upon the tea in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, smelling the scent of Soul-Soothing flowers.

This cup of black tea had been brought by the butler. An image appeared in Murphy’s mind, recalling what Su Feng had said to him: You were the one who started it.

Murphy opened his violet eyes again. He hadn’t originally believed Su Feng’s words, but based on Su Feng’s performance during the day, this young noble might not be a liar who stooped to such petty tricks.

But what was with this black tea?

Murphy originally intended to pour it out. His gaze swept over the door subtly, and as if he hadn’t noticed anything, he picked up the small cup and took a light sip.

One second, two seconds.

Su Feng was silently squatting by the door, staring into the room. Murphy had collapsed onto the bed. It was time for his performance.

But Su Feng squatted there in the cold wind until his legs went numb, yet he still made no move to enter.

The system said helplessly: [Staying at the door will not gain you intimacy points.]

His thoughts exposed, Su Feng said irritably, “You have the nerve to say that! What kind of system are you? There are so many ways to get intimacy points, so why must it be this way?”

Su Feng felt like a pervert.

He hesitated to move. The thought of kissing a man made his entire body stiffen. Su Feng’s earlobes turned slightly red. The system said: [Haven’t you been kissed by him before? This time is just like that.]

[The effect is going to wear off,] the system added. [If you don’t go now, he will realize something is wrong.]

“Shut up!”

Su Feng’s eyes filled with determination. He stood up abruptly and walked in with stiff, robotic limbs. Inside the room, Murphy lay on the bed like a sleeping elf. His black hair was spread across the pillow, his face flawless and perfect. He looked peaceful in sleep, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

For some reason, that slight curve felt a bit off. Su Feng looked at him and thought suspiciously, He isn’t still awake, is he?

He had tested the potion’s effect; other knights slept so soundly they couldn’t be woken even by an earthquake. This was a potion brewed by a master. Even if Murphy was the protagonist, his plot armor couldn’t possibly be so strong that he could ignore the potion’s effects, right?

The system remained silent.

Su Feng stared at that face. He hesitated for a long, long time, his palms sweating. For some reason, his mind flashed back to the scene in the Dawn Forest—the two figures intertwined, the irresistible force when he was held tightly, and the sensation on his lips.

That experience hadn’t been great, but it was Su Feng’s first kiss.

How could he be about to kiss a man…?

Su Feng wiped his palms and lowered his eyes. He didn’t delay any longer. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Murphy’s face, and slowly leaned down.

In the quiet room, Su Feng’s hair brushed against Murphy as he pressed his lips against his.

[Intimacy +10…] The system’s notification sounded, causing Su Feng to ignore the cold sensation on his lips. He felt a surge of joy, completely forgetting his previous nervousness. He was immersed in the emotion of the moment, never noticing that Murphy’s finger twitched slightly.

Liar.

At that moment, Murphy sneered in his heart.

A malicious noble full of lies and nonsense.

A little liar who distorts the truth.

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