Oreo pulled out the staff at his waist and looked at it under the lamp, the staff was a relic left to him by his father.

There is a black gem inlaid at the top of the staff, and when you look at it seriously through the gem, you can vaguely see the scenery opposite, and the black bloodstone at the top of the staff is close to pure black, which shows that it has been used to refine dragon blood many times.

Before the Venada Empire obtained the Black Blood Record, there were many dragon magic spells circulating throughout the continent, and it seems that my father obtained several of them and used them many times, so it is no wonder that he will be in his old age.

He sighed softly, tucked the scheming back into his waist, and instead pulled out the staff that Chaborent had given him, with a brand new Bloodstone at the top.

In front of him was a basin of dragon blood that had been prepared, the last five vials of Kutaka's dragon blood in Oreo's collection, after so many years of sitting, the original crimson blood had gradually oxidized to brown, but it still retained enough activity.

He glanced at Jadel, then put the scepter into the dragon's blood.

The basin of dragon blood was silent for a while, and soon bubbles continued to gush up from the gem, Oreo had already considered this situation, so the basin was very deep, and no matter how noisy the blood was, it could not jump out of the basin.

As the bubbles became more and more, a pungent smell quickly spread through the house, and Oreo always felt a special tingling sensation spreading in his mind, not knowing if it was his own delusion or something else.

But he didn't feel that uncomfortable, because there are so many uncomfortable things in this world.

After an unknown amount of time, the basin of dragon blood had turned pure black, and Oreo compared the description of the Chaborent memo slightly, then took out the needle and pumped the black blood into the blood pump.

He had expected to be calm, but as the time to cast that dragon spell drew closer, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Paying for a person's life is an extremely painful price, what kind of friendship is needed to make a person willing to give his life for him?

As an undead, Oreo couldn't imagine what the creator of dragon magic had paid, and had he ever regretted his choice.

He looked at Jadel again, forcing himself to calm down.

The old man still had the same surprised expression, his right hand still in a magical posture.

He was his father's best friend, and he was also the teacher he respected on his way to study, and if there was anyone in Jessel who could make him miss him for so many years, except for Filia, there would be only Teacher Jadel, and Oreo did not regret it at this moment.

In the distance, church bells rang, birds fluttered outside the window, and the evening breeze rushed left and right down the corridor, burrowing along the floor and into the door, bringing a burst of coolness.

Oreo took a deep breath and slowly pricked the needle at his left wrist. His father was plagued by a serious illness, and he didn't know how much he had learned, but he learned this method of intravenous injection after meeting Atifa, and the two of them often used this method to rescue their enemies and extract the most important information from their mouths.

The needle had penetrated into the vessel, and a hint of coolness quickly spread along the wrist.

The light flickered suddenly, and Oreo felt a slight trance in his mind, as if he had smoked a processed poppy leaf.

As the trance-like sensation faded away, he felt his heart warm, the heat spreading throughout his body as his heart beats, but the movements of his hands slowed down significantly, a side effect of the powerful power of dragon's blood described by Chaborent.

He braced himself with his scepter, spreading the blueprint of Abelly's backtracking on Jadel's body. The dragon language dictated by Chaborent that day had been engraved in his mind, and the same ancient dragon language slowly came out of his mouth.

As the transparent circle expanded in the palm of his hand, the difficult and obscure dragon language suddenly became smooth at a certain point in time, and the warm current brought by the dragon's blood was converging from the limbs and hundreds of bones into the palm of his hand, so as to support the expansion of the transparent circle in circles.

Twenty years, ten years, or five years?

Just as the dragon magic was about to be completed, Oreo hesitated, he thought twice, and decided to go back ten years of life for Jadel first, which was not a long time, but it should be enough for an old man of this age.

As the last dragon word came out of his mouth, the transparent circle suddenly spun violently, and an indescribable tingling sensation erupted in his skull, and his brain was like a blender, stirring his brain in bursts.

"Hoo ......"

Oreo fell to his knees uncontrollably, gasping for breath and his vision darkened.

He felt like a doll made of balls of yarn, and now someone had untied the threads on his body and was pulling his life out of his body.

Not far away, Jadel was the opposite, the burnt blood vessels on his body continued to soften, gradually returning from black to bright red, and the blood pathway was obviously disconnected, but the blood was surging and circulating in the invisible dimension. Lost flesh poured out of the void, converging like needles threading through his opening.

Slowly, the expression on his face gradually softened, the hard wrinkles visibly became soft, and the brown age spots on his arms rippled like a lake, and soon disappeared, this scene was magical but not abrupt, as if time was really being dialed counterclockwise.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Jadel was really alive, and his memory was still stuck in the moment when the bullet passed through his chest.

Seeing his surroundings, he was slightly stunned, and soon understood what was happening.

"Your Highness...... Why am I ......? Why ......"

As a professor who has been immersed in astrology for many years, he guessed what happened almost immediately, and Oreo resurrected him in an unknowable way, but doing so was destined to pay a terrible price!

"Mr. Jadel."

Oreo stood up, his mind still a mess, but he still looked at Jadel with all his strength.

The latter is really resurrected, and it is much younger than before, it turns out that there is really such a powerful magic existence in this world.

He had been terrified of dragons since the Battle of Nangomont, and now he had discovered something even more terrifying.

How much more terrifying magic like Abelly's backtracking did the dragons master?

"Your Highness...... Why on earth would you want to do it. ”

Jadel walked over with concern, and he held Oreo in his arms, tears in his eyes.

Oreo forced his eyes shut, which cleared him up a little.

He muttered.

"Mr. Jadel, Jessel's danger is imminent, and I need your help."

Jadel smiled wryly, he obviously knew that this was Oreo's excuse, but it had happened, and there was no way for him to undo it.

"There are definitely many people who will think of me when something so serious happens to your residence, and I need you to go back to the Academy of Astrology and try your best to suppress the impact of this matter. You know, the more you cover up, the more people will want to investigate, and I need to distract them from that. Please, Mr. Jadel. ”

"It's fine, but you ......"

"You don't have to worry about me, I won't die, but the hatred with these people will not die either."

Oreo shook his head slightly, looking at the ice cube on one side, which froze the spellor's who had attacked Jadel.

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