Just as everyone was looking at the clues in front of them and pondering, there was a sudden sound of rhythmic footsteps on the side of the corridor. The voice came from far and near, and it was obvious that it was coming towards the VIP room.

Draenor kicked the traces under the couch as Vicilico put on the blindfold, turned and walked to the door pretending nothing had happened.

It was Garke who was running this way, and he had not forgotten the advice of the "miracle doctor", and he still wore the funny mask on his face. Draenor was relieved to see him like this, at least the fragrance of spearmint could temporarily mask the faint smell of sulfur in the room.

"Your Excellency Garke, what's so urgent?" He smiled as he looked at the panting commander in front of him.

"It's not a bad thing, it's good news! Minister Dmitry himself has sent me to report the good news to you - His Highness's illness has improved significantly, and he is planning to go to the barracks to instruct the soldiers in training! ”

Draenor subconsciously turned his face sideways to look at Viklico, even if she was really a "miracle doctor", she didn't dare to guarantee that she could completely cure Changwang's tuberculosis, not to mention that she had just carried out blood collection therapy without scientific basis, could it be that the snake molt soup really had any miraculous effect?

"Ah, that's great!" Blindfolded again, Vikily stood up and walked to the door.

"Yes, to thank you all, Your Highness is holding a celebration banquet tonight, and the rum is ready, it will be a feast that we will never forget!"

Garke said excitedly, and it seemed that the king's body was really restored.

Weird, so weird, Draenor lowered his eyelids slightly, he could only use that word to describe the situation in front of him.

No matter how powerful the body is, how can a person fall ill for no reason in less than two days, and after some inexplicable treatment, go to the barracks to organize soldier training as if nothing had happened? It's as ridiculous as a ghost story!

"That's it, the dinner is held at sunset in the main hall and in the garden, so if there's nothing to do, please continue to rest."

"Wait a minute."

Just as Gark was about to turn away, Draenor stepped forward and stopped him.

"I'm very interested in the military affairs of your country, can you take me to see it as a guest?"

"How is this possible?" Garke showed indescribable surprise, and he could not believe that "Mr. Chard" would make such an impudent request.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"Very inappropriate!"

With a shout, Calke almost shrank his head under his breastplate, and he quickly stopped, turned and looked around the garden, making sure that no one around him was hearing the conversation before finally mustering up the courage to continue.

"It's vexatious! The training camp in Pyara is a military powerhouse, and there are many places where even I can't pass it myself, so take outsiders to visit and train? Don't die! ”

Seeing Garke look so flustered, Draenor smiled instead, and although his words sounded very serious, the commander in front of him did not scold himself as a kingdom guard, but warned as if he were an old friend or comrade-in-arms.

At least this can show that his group has won the trust of the commander by treating the disease, so that it is possible to convince him.

"You see, tuberculosis is a very contagious disease, and after living in the barracks for so many years while you are sick, who can guarantee that no one will be infected by you? Even if it weren't, no one would want to hear about the Commander having tuberculosis, right? ”

Garke suddenly felt speechless, he didn't know whether the other party was thinking about himself or trying to threaten him, in short, he knew that there was no way to stop "Mr. Chad" from repeatedly requesting, so he simply closed his eyes and sighed.

"Alas...... Well, my carriage is at the side gate of the palace, come with me. Really, it would be miserable if His Highness knew about this......"

The Commander shrugged his shoulders helplessly and whispered towards the side door, and Draenor was satisfied with Garke's final decision, and took steps to follow him in the direction of the carriage.

Through the corridors of the garden and the side palace, the familiar private carriage appeared in front of me again. Without the slightest hesitation, Draenor expertly pulled open the door and lifted his legs to the car.

"You can only stop in the carriage for a moment, and don't mention any weapons or anything like that, and even if I don't think that way, there's no guarantee that people won't mistake you for a spy!"

Gark turned and sat down across from Draenor, he wouldn't have risked punishment to take the stranger to Peryala's training ground if he hadn't healed himself for years before the group.

Draenor could understand the commander's embarrassment, but he didn't really want to see any pointless combat training, but to see firsthand what the Long King was doing after he recovered.

"Don't worry, I don't know anything about military affairs." Draenor said to Calk with a clear conscience that he only cared about the Elder King's current condition for now.

The carriage circled the palace south, and in less than twenty minutes came to a stop at a wall. From a distance of several tens of meters, Draenor could see the figure standing on the control tower through the window, wearing a crown on his head, a totem of a wolf's head on his chest, and wielding a saber to direct the movements of the soldiers.

I didn't hear any of his shouts, but at least I was sure that it was King Will, who had suffered from his illness, wielding his saber, every movement as precise and powerful as a machine.

Could it be a return to the light? Draenor wondered inwardly, the dying man suddenly regained the energy of his youth, which was obviously a rare thing in a hundred years. What's more, everyone standing beside the Elder King had a look of goodness, and they seemed to care more about the battle that might come at any time than what happened to the Elder King.

"Gark? Why are you here now? ”

A voice came from the side, and Gark shuddered as if he had been struck by lightning, pushed the car door and jumped out.

"I'm really sorry, Minister Dmitry, I was delayed for a while on the road because of trivial matters."

"Trivia? What could be more important than Snowway's safety? The news has arrived? ”

It seemed that the minister did not notice himself hiding in the car, and Draenor gently got up and moved into the car, listening intently to the conversation between the two.

"It's been delivered, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

The minister asked, and before Gark could reply, he walked straight to the carriage.

Pulling the car door, he saw Draenor sitting in the carriage as if nothing had happened, and seeing the minister himself walking to the door of the carriage, Draenor quickly got up and bowed.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency Dmitry, I just can't rest assured of the king's health, so I asked Garke to bring me to visit......"

"Hahahaha!"

Who knew that before he finished speaking, the minister shook his head and laughed, "I thought it was who, it turned out to be Mr. Chad!" It is understandable, after all, Snowway's military is second to none in the Abel Continent, and curiosity is inevitable. ”

Draenor didn't know whether to force a smile to deal with the past, so he just stiffened the corners of his mouth and replied to the other party: "Thank you for your leniency, in fact, I didn't come here to visit, but I am sincerely relieved to see that His Royal Highness the King has recovered as before." ”

"Really? It's all thanks to your help......"

The minister suddenly lowered his head and said thoughtfully, for some reason, Draenor did not see a trace of joy in the smile on his face, but seemed to be mixed with a few sinister evil smiles.

"Now that you've seen the results, please come back, and hopefully prepare for tonight's feast. Of course, no one wants VIPs from afar to be executed as spies, do they? Hehehe......"

Although the Chancellor's tone didn't sound so heavy, Draenor could clearly sense that it didn't seem like a joke, and he hurried back to his seat the moment the door was shut, letting the carriage drive in the direction of the palace.

Shortly after returning to the VIP room, he recounted to the duo what he had seen in the training camp.

"Hell, that snake soup can only relieve coughing and asthma at most." Vicilly paced a few steps back to the couch, it seemed that even she herself could have expected such a miraculous effect of the treatment, "It may sound a bit exaggerated, but I think the eldest king deliberately pretended to be healed to show us." ”

It has to be said that Draenor had similar thoughts before, but was quickly denied by himself. Because he couldn't convince himself that there were patients in the world who deliberately pretended to recover.

"Maybe it's not necessary, right? So what is he pretending to recover for? Do you want to arrange a celebration to treat us? ”

As soon as he said this, Draenor felt a tremor in his heart, as if he had just uttered some ridiculous assumptions, but at the moment it seemed that there was no such possibility.

"You're right......"

Vicilico snapped her fingers and sat up from the couch, clearing her throat as she explained her vision to the two,

"Think about it, how can a kingdom that has been in war all year round be so hospitable to strangers just because of some drinks? What's more, it doesn't make sense that they didn't even notice the existence of any doctor from the beginning, and they were so relieved and bold that they invited us to treat the king's illness after learning of the situation. ”

"You're saying that from the moment we met the Elder King, all of this was arranged?"

"At the moment, it seems that the dinner, the lodging, the treatment, the celebration feast, it all happened as if it were written according to a script written by someone."

Hearing Viklico's words, Draenor suddenly felt as if he was under house arrest in the palace, his current situation was no different from going deep into the tiger's den, if all this was really a conspiracy, he could only consider any kind of surprise before the dinner began.

"In other words, this celebration banquet is far more complicated than it seems......"

The fragmented puzzle in his mind suddenly became a picture, and Draenor remembered the tragedy that happened to Yakov, who was also inexplicably invited to the banquet, losing his sight and smell because of the glass of wine that had been manipulated by the minister.

"Did they know our intentions from the beginning, and just went along with our plan to make things go smoothly, and like a frog boiled in warm water, we lost our guard and looked for another opportunity to catch them all?"

Delaeno felt creepy, suspecting that he was like a marionette being toyed with between applause, amusing himself as if he were focusing on the small accomplishments in front of him, completely unaware of the threat behind him.

"Probably not, we're just nobodies from another continent, and if they learn what we really think, they can execute us at any time. From this point of view, it seems that we have a draw with the royal family, neither of us guessed each other's true intentions, and all that is happening now is just a wonderful tacit understanding between our plans, and we are playing each other's games. ”

Viklico was unusually calm, and she sat down on the leather sofa with Jeanne, playing with the brass glasses that lay beside the table with curiosity like a real old woman.

Draenor didn't know how she was able to put on a relaxed appearance in such a tense situation, and that gesture was clearly not an analysis of what was about to happen.

"Tacit understanding? I don't think so," Draenor sneered, it was obvious that the other party would not stop for the sake of a worthless tacit understanding, "Who knows how long this situation can last, and if we don't have any use value, why would the royal family bother to lay a puzzle?" ”

Vicky chose to remain silent, it seemed that this time even she herself had no room to refute, and the three of them knew very well in their hearts that the other party was trying to use themselves, but they didn't know what the purpose was.

Draenor was a little breathless, and the hot air blew through the window, but it made him shiver all the time. Mysterious illnesses, strange blood, sudden celebrations, all hints to Draenor that the truth could be revealed tonight.

"All in all, the celebration banquet is definitely a conspiracy planned by the minister, that guy has caused Yakov to such a miserable situation, who can guarantee that the next one will not be our turn?"

The tone of this sentence was so firm that even his own heart beat faster because of these words. The outline of the sun was already half obscured by the horizon, and the banquet would not be long in coming, and Draenor didn't have time to guess what had happened to the eldest king, and the priority was to come up with a countermeasure to deal with any contingencies.

He looked at Vickylik, who was sitting quietly, and it seemed that she was unimpressed by his concerns.

This time, even Jeanne began to feel a little anxious, the blood of the elder king had become a rotten potion, and now no one could have predicted what kind of ending she would usher in, but Viklico was still indifferent to this, as if she had long been numb to the status quo of her standing on the edge of life and death.

I saw that she stretched out her hand unhurriedly and gently pulled away the black cloth covering her eyes, and her eyes were exposed like scarlet wounds.

"Adapting to change...... All this is just a little trick planned by the minister. It's unclear what he's up to, but since he likes these hypocritical things, let's just do it...... Accompany him to continue to play this scene. ”