The corridor led to the Vice-Palace only a few hundred meters, but Draenor felt that he was not walking fast.

He deliberately slowed down the pace of his feet, focusing all his attention on his head, imagining any situation that might appear in front of him.

Of course, it would be the easiest and ideal situation to successfully collect the blood of the Great King and find a way to leave without anyone suspecting it. But everything must be prepared for the worst, and perhaps the king will doubt the reliability of the blood collection therapy, and if the lie is revealed, there will be no end in sight.

The two followed in the Chancellor's footsteps, and as they approached the staircase, Draenor had to bend down to help Viklico move up a little bit, she looked like an old man in her prime, and he had to cooperate with her to hide her identity.

Fortunately, the staircase was not too high, and in less than two minutes, Draenor was standing in front of the gate at the end of the staircase with Vikirico, the door made of poplar wood engraved with the wolf head totem seen on the flag, which seemed to be the mark of the Snowway Kingdom.

Squeak –

The accompanying soldier pushed open the door, and the moment it opened, Draenor could clearly smell a rich fragrance similar to honey.

The first thing that caught his eye was a fireplace, the flames of which flew upwards and the crunch of burning wood echoed throughout the room. Even though the city of Boyara is located in an oasis in the highlands, the climate is still a little hot, and the fireplace is obviously not for heating, but more like a furnace for mixing potions, or decorations for the atmosphere.

Directly in front of the fireplace was a hanging chair, on which a figure could be seen through the openwork metal bracket, his silhouette wrapped in soft down cushions, and Draenor knew that it was King Will.

It's just that for some reason, King Will looked even more haggard after taking off the crown, and it can even be said that the aristocratic temperament seen from him before was completely due to the foil of the crown.

There was a long black table on the side of the wall opposite the long king, and it was puzzling that there were no pastimes in a room like this belonging to a king, and it was full of scrolls, hourglasses, and strange herbs, the only thing that was closer to the life of ordinary people was the silver-inlaid glass in the corner.

"Your Highness, the Divine Doctor and Mr. Chad ask to see you."

The minister glanced at Draenor and walked gently behind the king's back.

Surprisingly, the king did not reply to the minister in a majestic voice, as he had seen before, but raised his arm as if he had exhausted all his strength, signaling everyone to come in.

"I'm really sorry to disturb Your Highness's rest."

Draenor no longer stuck in cumbersome etiquette, he simply took a step, picked up Viklico, stepped on the embroidered wool blanket spread on the floor, and walked straight behind the minister.

At the moment when the minister moved to the side, the chair slowly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the crowd standing in the doorway.

Less than five meters away, Draenor could clearly see King Will's face, his dry skin drooping loosely, and his eyes, which were still quite attentive, became extremely cloudy, even if it was a tuberculosis attack, it was impossible to torture a Lycos into such an unbearable state in less than a day.

Just as Draenor wondered if the light was at work, the eldest king put his hands on either side of the chair, and the minister thoughtfully put his arm on the king's lower armpits to help him stand up.

"Ahem...... Mr. Chard, Miracle Doctor, I am glad to see both of you again. ”

Draenor reacted, and immediately bent down and bowed deeply to the king, saying:

"Thank you for the invitation, to be honest, we are really worried about your condition, and we hope to do our part to help Your Highness regain his health."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn for a moment after the words, the elder king and the minister remained silent, Draenor was a little apprehensive for a moment, he knew that he should not say a word about the eldest king's illness, but he could only accept any possible consequences when the words were spoken.

"You don't have to limit yourself...... No matter how much you try to hide it, almost everyone who lives in this palace knows that I am sick, and it is not too much to say a few words. Taboo from illness does not change the fact that it exists. ”

The eldest king spoke slowly to Draenor, his voice visibly hoarse than before, as if the power of his speech did not come from his vocal cords, but with the help of the sound of coughing and wheezing.

But it cannot be denied that King Will, although he is a tyrant, is surprisingly knowledgeable, and it is not difficult to taste a trace of philosophy from the previous words. Draenor was finally completely sure in his heart that the person in front of him was King Will himself, but the torture of illness almost made the king lose his human form.

"Your Highness, please go back to your bedroom to rest first, I believe that this divine doctor will find a way to cure you."

The vizier whispered in the king's ear, and the boy standing at the door, seeing his signal, trotted to the king's side, and carried his emaciated body to the bed in the back room.

Draenor also led Vikiriko to the bedroom, where the bookcase covered with scrolls, the round table full of fruit, and the four-poster bed filled with velvet finally gave the room a touch of life in comparison. However, there was hardly any lighting in the room, except for the firelight from the living room that shone through the doors on both sides, dyeing the whole room a blazing red.

With the support of the boy, the eldest king finally lay flat on the bed, and the down on the bed did not sink significantly when he lay down, but he did not expect the poor king to be so emaciated.

The servants brought freshly boiled water and placed it beside the bed, and then placed the washed towels beside the king's pillow.

The Chancellor deliberately took a few steps back when everything was ready, as if to leave room for Vekirico to operate. Although the words sounded a little trusting, after all, there were fellow soldiers standing around the room, and the presence of the minister himself, presumably they were still full of doubts about the efficacy of the blood healing technique.

"Then, let the Divine Doctor begin to treat the King."

“...... I'm sure you've heard of Canaan's blood healing, right? ”

Unhurriedly, Vickyli let go of Draenor's arm and placed the tools in her backpack on the long table next to the bed.

"Mainly through blood collection, necrotic poisonous blood is withdrawn from the patient's body, and then supplemented by herbal treatment."

Everyone silently observed the "miracle doctor's" every move, and even if she really couldn't see what was in front of her clearly, her hands were still able to skillfully assemble the needles and sterilize them with boiling water.

Draenor wasn't surprised by the sight before him, the sterilization was almost a psychological comfort, but it seemed that the Licones didn't know anything else, and they didn't have any alcohol on hand, so they could only fiddle with it symbolically.

"You don't have to be nervous and ignore my identity, now it's just an ordinary patient lying next to you."

King Will remonstrated to Viklico in a calm tone, but Draenor became even more nervous because of his words, because being able to say this meant that the eldest king trusted Viklico's healing skills, which meant that he was convinced that he could get rid of his illness through this treatment.

The greater the expectations, the more disappointing the results tend to be. Draenor saw Vikirico with the needle in his hand, and it seemed as if his heart had been injected with a dose of hot blood.

Vicky wiped off the excess droplets from the needle with a towel, groped her fingers in the crook of the king's arm for a moment, pointed the needle at the vein and slowly pierced it, and as the piston of the needle slowly retreated, dark red blood gradually poured into the transparent syringe.

The cold gazes of the soldiers made Draenor feel tingling in his back, he didn't expect the so-called "blood healing" to really bring any miracles, he just wanted to wait until it was all over, and leave the blood-red room with Vicky without looking back.