At some point, the garden began to become lively, and there was a loud noise outside the door.

Draenor rolled over from the couch and sat up, rubbing his eyes, the town outside the window was not completely covered by the dawn sun, and only a pink glow could be seen on the horizon.

He looked through the glass door into the back room, where Jeanne and Viklico were still asleep, apparently unaware of the sudden commotion.

All in all, we'll have to go to the backyard to see what these Lykos are up to.

Draenor fastened Lege's felt hat above his head, subconsciously lifted the hilt of the sword at his waist upward, then covered the scabbard with his short robe, and walked to the backyard following the commotion.

His eyes were still a little blurry when he had just woken up, and he could barely see four or five maids with kettles standing on the edge of the corridor, and they were all in a group, covering their mouths and discussing something.

"Hey, what's going on in the palace? Why did the king get up so early to go to court? ”

"What else could it be? It's the strangers, they actually know witchcraft, and they cured the cough of the Garke chief overnight! ”

"Wolf King bless! It can't be some kind of curse, right? ”

The maids seemed to smell the beast coming from the corner, and the annoying noise stopped abruptly the moment they caught a glimpse of Draenor's figure.

Draenor pretended not to notice their conversation, and watched carefully for movement in the main hall as he paced down the hallway.

The lights in the palace were even more dazzling than the rising sun, and the footsteps at the back door of the main hall could be faintly heard after the garden had regained its tranquility.

Not a single guard in the backyard could be seen, and the door to the main hall was open for some reason. Draenor took a few steps and leaned against the door, listening carefully to the conversation in the main hall.

"Is that true?"

"It's true! How dare I deceive you, Your Highness? There was indeed a great witch doctor among the strangers. We are all concerned about His Highness's health, and we hope that you will take my premature advice and see what the old man can do for you. ”

Although it sounded like a struggle from such a distance, Draenor was sure that it must have been Gark recounting the events of the previous night to King Will.

"Hmm...... Leave your opinion to you for now, and I'll discuss this with Dmitry later. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Footsteps sounded clear from inside the door, and Draenor quickly turned and hurried back into the room.

Knock knock!

The first thing to do is to wake up Viklico, who seems to have made this strange room his home, and has completely removed his disguise and is lying next to Jeanne.

The footsteps were getting closer, and just as Draenor was about to knock on the door again, the armored commander had already entered the room.

"Ah, Mr. Chard, are you awake? I was worried about whether it would affect your rest. ”

Shortly after entering the room, Garke took a few polite steps back, only to see that the mysterious witch doctor was already sitting on the couch with his grandson.

"Good morning, Lord Garke, the condition has not relapsed, has it?"

Dressed as a witch doctor, Vikily turned her head slightly to greet Gark, the black cloth hanging down her ears on her slumped back, like two twisted snake shadows.

Although he looked expressionless, Draenor's heart was full of doubts, he never expected that only a few days after Viklico had awakened his "divinity", he had mastered his abilities.

One second before Gark walked into the room, even Draenor himself didn't see what was going on in the room, and the next second he was already lying on the sofa, and Viklico had already changed into a disguised outfit and sat beside him.

"Thank you, everything is fine! That's right, I just reported to the king about your medical skills when I was in the court, and I believe that someone will soon take you to the eldest king's bedroom to visit the sick, and in view of your age, I hope that Mr. Chad will also go with you. ”

Garke had a smile on his face, and it seemed that he had fully believed in the fact that Vicky was a "miracle doctor".

The scales that control the luck are completely on Draenor's side, although he knows that Vekili can't cure the elder king's illness with any "witchcraft" alone, but if nothing goes wrong, he will definitely be able to get the blood of the elder king through blood healing!

The opportunity is so rare, Draenor suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"We will try to cure the king of his illness."

After Gark left, everyone hurriedly laid out any tools that might come in handy on the table and lined them up.

Two syringes, unknown herbs, a few clumps of gauze, a gallstone, and a snake moult from the cave of the Apep snake.

The rest was fine, but the twisted snake was a real source of distraction for Draenor, and although it had been wrapped in Vickyli's sackcloth, it was still evident that it had shown some signs of decay from the immersion in the seawater.

"You don't want to use such an unappetizing thing, do you?" Draenor said, pointing at the snake and turning it towards Vicilico.

She reached out and tore a crack in the black cloth in front of her, and then took Jeanne's dagger and cut off the decaying part of the snake.

"This is a rare and precious medicinal material, the skin shed by the Apep snake has the effect of detoxification, and the combination of the goat yellow can exert extraordinary medicinal effects. Even if there is no cure for tuberculosis, at least the symptoms of cough can be relieved slightly. ”

It was clear that Vekily wanted to continue the same method she had used on Gark to heal the Elder King, and Draenor looked at her with a squint, half-incredulous glance, and even the blue glow in her eyes dimmed slightly.

"To be honest, I don't think this method will still work for the king, Gark is just a cough caused by allergies, but King Will has been suffering from tuberculosis for many years, so you better be cautious."

Vicheric put on her blindfold again, and tied the cut snake with a pouch and hung it tightly on the side of her cane.

"Do you think I haven't thought about these things? Even if he is seriously ill, he is the master of Snowway after all, and it may be a good thing to take you with him to visit the patient, because they can't just leave us alone in the eldest king's bedroom. ”

Probably because of the long-term insomnia, Draenor has always been in a trance lately, and he didn't even think about the presence of soldiers accompanying him.

Yes, this was not going to be an easy treatment, they were still strangers after all, and they could almost imagine that the whole process would be supervised by soldiers standing in the corners of the room, and if they accidentally frightened the eldest king, they could be summarily executed.

"But don't worry too much about those guards, since this is blood healing, it is inevitable that the eldest king will be hurt a little. I knew in my heart that I wouldn't do anything other than the necessary blood collection. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear sound of footsteps on the side of the hallway, accompanied by the metal tremor of the friction of the plate armor, and he approached the room step by step.

Almost at the same time, everyone turned their heads to look at the door of the room, and the moment the man stepped into the room, the sun outside the window had risen in the air, and the sun shone on the man's face, reflecting through the hazel eyes into a cold light.

It was Minister Dmitry.

The minister waved behind him for his attendants to exit the room, his muscles contracting, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a sculpture mimicking a human smile.

"I heard that one of our guests is a healer from Canaan, could you please ask Mr. Chad to take him to the king's bedchambers?"