How to use the Dragon King correctly

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Return to Gray Street

Leo led him to the back of the tavern.

The little flying dragon prostrated itself in Al's arms, obviously feeling that His Majesty the Dragon King's mood had changed.

Al couldn't help but take a look as he passed the room where he and Oro had lived.The door of the room was closed tightly, and the inside should be exactly the same as when they left.

"Please come in." Leo opened the door at the end of the corridor.

Al nodded slightly and walked in.

The reason why Leo was relieved to treat this kind of injury was because when he was taken away by the eldest lady of the Rustov family and his right wing was pierced, Leo specially changed the gauze for him and looked at the wound.His wound was first treated by several magicians. When Leo checked the wound, the wound was almost healed. Leo blamed the Rustov family for their brutality, and said that fortunately those people The wound was treated correctly, otherwise Al might not be able to fly for the rest of his life.

The situation this time was similar to that time, and Leo also smiled gently and said, "The young dragon you mentioned also suffered such injuries back then."

Al didn't really want to talk about Oro with Leo, so he didn't answer.

Leo didn't care, and asked curiously, "What's the name of this dragon?"

Al was taken aback.

The little flying dragon lying on the table also turned his head, looking at Al with his small eyes.

"What's your name?" Al asked consciously.

"I don't have a name, Your Majesty the Dragon King!" Xiao Feilong said, "My mother hasn't given me a name yet!"

Al was a little surprised.The baby dragon appeared to be at least three or four years old.After such a long time, didn't the female dragon even take a name?

"Where's your mother?"

"My mother flew away with everyone this morning!"

"..." It seemed like a not very responsible mother.

Al sighed, thought for a while, and said, "It's called Shaka, let's call it Shaka."

Leo smiled gently and touched Shaka's head, saying, "Shaka, be good, it won't hurt soon."

Leo placed a soft thick cotton cloth under Shaka's injured left wing, and corrected the deformed wing due to the fracture bit by bit. After applying the potion, he wrapped it with gauze layer by layer. firmly.

Shaka's left wing was heavy after the wound was treated. Al thought he should have looked like this at the beginning, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

Shaka stood on the table in a daze, and said consciously: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, I won't be able to fly like this."

"...You can't fly without bandaging, right?"

"..."

Al said to Leo who was packing his things, "Thank you."

Leo turned around, handed Al two crystals, and said embarrassingly: "I only have two crystals left here, use it for it, and it will recover faster."

Al was a little surprised, and immediately said: "No, I can buy the crystal myself, I don't need your—"

"Hold it, you should have seen what happened this morning, so the current situation is a bit special," Leo scratched his hair, and said, "We have a family here... Their young lady's young dragon also died this morning. The time flew away, so now the whole Rose Town, including the surrounding area, is under surveillance by their family. Not to mention seeing dragons on the street, even if someone buys those crystals specially for dragons, they will be arrested. So If you want to buy crystals, you have to be able to go at least two towns away. What's more... I don't raise dragons myself. I bought these crystals because I couldn't help seeing things related to dragons..."

Al looked at Leo's hand that hadn't been withdrawn, he hesitated for a while and took the two crystals, and said, "Thank you..."

"If possible, I also want to raise a dragon by myself," Leo said, touching Shaka's head enviously, "but dragons are too difficult to tame, and people like me who have no magic power can't do it at all."

"There will be dragons who like you," Al said seriously, looking at Leo, "because you are very gentle to dragons."

Leo showed surprise, and then coughed twice as if embarrassed.

Leo said that he could let Al stay for one night. After all, it was very late, but Al had to hurry, so after expressing his thanks, he took Shaka and left.

Al was really reluctant to leave that lively tavern so soon.

Shaka asked: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, do you know that human being?"

"Well, he took care of me before."

"So that's how it is!" Shaka said dancing, obviously his wings were injured, but he kept thumping in Al's arms, "Then I have to thank that human being. When I grow up, I will represent His Majesty the Dragon King." Go - woo woo!"

Al silently pushed back the struggling little guy in the cloak.

Speaking of which, when he had all kinds of unhappiness with Sisi, he actually regretted picking up the baby.If Sisi hadn't been picked up by him, maybe the baby would have become the wolf's dinner before night fell.That way, he won't have feelings for a human being, and a series of things won't happen afterwards.

...But this kind of thing can only be thought about, if the same thing happens again, I'm afraid he still can't bear to leave Ceci there.It's just that it's enough for a child to pick it up once, and he doesn't want to pick it up a second time.

But now... patting Shaka who was moving around in his arms lightly, Al could only swallow all the thoughts he had at the beginning.

All night, Shaka kept asking where they were going, Al ignored it, and before he knew it, the little dragon fell asleep in his arms.

Al didn't stop for a moment, while carefully feeling the trace of power, he followed closely, with a premonition in his heart.

Standing at the intersection of Gray Street until early in the morning, Al knew that his premonition was correct.

That human being with Luther's power really came to this place!

He could clearly feel where Luther's power was, and that human being was stilling.

Al went to the back of a wooden house.

A human man who looked to be about 40 years old was dozing against the wall.His body was bent, his face was covered with abscesses, and his hair was silvery white.He tightly hugged a bundle in his arms, and from where the bundle was knotted, he could faintly see the glass bottles inside—those were all potions infused with dragon power!

The man's snoring was so loud that it woke Shaka up.

The little flying dragon got a head out of Al's cloak, and then hissed in fright at the man's appearance.

The man's snoring stopped, then he rubbed his nose and changed his position, as if he planned to continue sleeping.But soon, he felt someone beside him, and quickly opened his eyes.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried hard to see Al's face clearly, but Al's back was lighted, and the man couldn't see clearly, so he asked, "Who are you?"

"How many human-dragon hybrids have you collected?"

The man was taken aback, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you of the same identity as that black-haired man?"

Al didn't answer him, but continued: "The mixed blood collected should be enough, those things in your hand... don't spread them out."

The man sneered and said, "Are you really a Dragon Clan? The Dragon Clan still cares about the life and death of human beings?"

"What about you? Are you not human? Why do you do such a thing?"

"Because they are hateful," the man laughed strangely, "I hate them, and it would be best if they died."

Al squatted down and said to the man, "Don't sell these things again."

The mixed blood of human and dragon is necessary, and the process of obtaining it is sinful, and Al, who wants to use this mixed blood to lift the seal with Luther, cannot escape the crime.But since mixed blood is enough, don't implicate more innocent people, this is the only thing Al can do now.

After Al squatted down, the man saw his face clearly, froze for a while, and then moved closer.

Al was a little surprised, not knowing what the man was going to do.

The man looked at him for a few seconds and asked, "Don't you think my face is disgusting?"

Al didn't react for a while: "Your face?"

Hmm... It's really incomparable with Ceci's face. It should be said that everyone Al has come into contact with is better-looking than this man.But he didn't know this man, so what did he have to do with him?

Seeing Al's puzzled face, the man's lips moved.

He whispered: "You are the same as that black-haired man. You look much better than those humans, but you never dislike my appearance like those humans. Even my mother kicked me out because of my appearance." Because of this face, I couldn't find a job and was beaten on the street. Even with money, few hotels would let me stay, so I could only sleep On the street—"

Al interrupted the man's chatter, and said seriously: "Well, no matter what, these potions are not to be sold anymore, is that okay?"

He couldn't say more high-sounding words.

Why can't you kill someone for this reason...it's the same no matter what the reason is.This man may have evil thoughts because of being ostracized by the same kind, and Al is for the Dragon Clan, but it turned out that they both implicated innocent humans.

The fact is that he is standing in front of this man at this moment, except to tell him not to sell the remaining potion, he has no position to blame him for doing wrong things.

Perhaps the scariest thing is to clearly feel the change in oneself.

If he looked forward to the present 1000 years ago, maybe he would feel strange to himself now...

The man was interrupted by Al, but he was not angry. He just paused and said, "If you let me touch your face, I will agree."

Shaka screamed angrily, struggling to fly out of Al's cloak and grab the man's face.

Al pushed it back, and said stiffly to the man, "This... can't be done."

"Why?" The man was very persistent, "I just touch it, nothing else, and you won't have abscesses on your face."

"..."

Also smashed all the potions in the man's bag with his palm.

The man glanced at the glass shards and green and blue potions all over the floor, and said quietly: "It took me a lot of effort to make it. And if those magicians don't want it, I can't sell it at all, so it's wrong." It's not me..."

Al stood up, sighing.

Oro lay in bed, awake from last night until early this morning.

There seems to be nothing in the head, but it seems to be full of things.

He rolled over and got out of bed sleepily, but he didn't know what he was going to do.

Dragons? ...The dragons have all flown away, and it is the job of the court magic troupe to deal with the aftermath.

Mila? ...Mira has also been in a deep sleep for several days.

People who have seen her look say that she has lost a lot of weight, and if she goes on for half a month, maybe she will stop breathing completely.There was nothing he could do for Mira...

Having said that, he will still check on Mira's situation every day.

Oro rubbed his forehead, let out a sigh of relief, left the room, and walked downstairs.

Originally thought that there should be no one in the room at this time, but Oro unexpectedly ran into Lal.

Lal was sitting on the chair beside the bed, watching Mira while turning the small bottle in his hand, as if thinking.

Oro's face changed when he saw the golden light in the bottle.

"How do you have that thing?!"

Hearing the sound, Lal turned his head, looked at the glass bottle in his hand, and said, "Ah, this. This is what Al left for me before he left. Do you want it?"

Oro didn't expect this person to admit it so frankly. When Lal handed out the bottle, he reflexively wanted to grab it, but he heard this cunning man say:

"Al should have left it for me to study Mira's condition, but with his power, I should be able to find his location through magic positioning, right?"

Oro's outstretched hand stopped abruptly.

He looked at Lal expressionlessly, and Lal looked back at him expressionlessly.

"..."

Oro withdrew his hand.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "So with this bottle, can you rescue Mira?"

"It's hard," Lal said, turning his head and looking down at Mira. "The power of the dragon should have completely changed her body. I don't know how to reverse this change. Maybe use this bottle of stuff in It won't be a waste to find Al."

Oro tightened his hands and said, "I don't know how to use this bottle of stuff. You should study carefully how to solve Mira's situation... You are the most powerful potionist, aren't you?"

Lal's hands that were fiddling with the glass bottle stopped.

He pulled the corner of his lips, smiled lightly, and said, "That's right."

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