"Ahem, I beg your pardon, I have had another ......allergy lately," Calke forced himself to cough out without being particularly noticeable, his neck always parallel to the ground, for fear of offending the king in front of him.

The crowd knelt on one knee after another, and Draenor turned his head sideways to observe the armored soldiers standing on either side of the palace, all like a sudden dream.

He didn't dare to raise his head too much to observe the tall Elder King, but he could notice two figures in the center of the entire palace just by relying on his peripheral vision.

Sitting firmly on the throne was undoubtedly King Weir, his gray beard hanging weakly on his chest, almost blocking the wolf head totem embroidered on his chest, his wrinkled cheeks were shiny, and he held the scepter in his hand that symbolized the status of the eldest king, but his body was far thinner than expected.

The man standing beside him was dressed in shiny armor, and the unique texture of metal reflected the dazzling light of the chandelier, and even the king sitting next to him looked like a dim statue in front of such a majestic figure.

Draenor carefully recalled what Yakov had said, and the one standing next to the king must have been the minister he called "Dmitry".

"Garke, it's been a while, these are the common people, are they......" The king asked the crowd with a blank expression.

"Back to Your Majesty, they are a caravan from all the way from Spirited Water Town, and they have brought high-quality rum for Your Majesty, this is a letter from Spirited Water Town."

Still with his head down, Gark took the letter from under his breastplate and handed it to the boy beside him.

The young boy trotted and handed the letter to the king, but was snatched away by the minister, who shook his chin and unfolded the letter with his bow.

From this action, Draenor clearly saw a strange metal bracelet on the wrist of the minister's right hand, and the gem on the bracelet reflected a strange crimson under the light of the palace lights.

“…… Your Majesty, as it were, it was a letter from the liquor dealer Lege. ”

The minister raised his eyelids and glanced at the people in front of him, and whispered in the king's ear. The distance between the two was less than a meter, and if this was considered a whisper, it would be too loud, and I don't know if the minister did it on purpose, but his voice reached Draenor's ears clearly.

It seems that the king is not very happy about the arrival of the stranger in front of him, and still maintains the seriousness that he may be sentenced to death at any moment.

Of course, Draenor learned from Garke's mouth that due to the pressure of the war in recent years, the health condition of the eldest king Weir seemed to be very unoptimistic, and almost no one had seen him show a long-lost smile, hoping that the unexpected arrival of his group did not provoke the eldest king.

The minister held the king's back slightly, as if he feared that he might fall from his throne at any moment due to exhaustion.

King Will closed his eyes slightly, and then spoke to the crowd

"I believe that all the soldiers in the city of Boyara will be grateful after seeing the rare wine, and I welcome you on behalf of the Snowway Country!"

A smile immediately appeared on the minister's face, and he gently raised his arm to order the soldiers standing on either side of the throne

"These guests must be tired along the way, so take our guests to the backyard and rest for a while!"

The soldiers led the group through the back garden of the palace, which was very different from the garden of the Fort of Campana, where the plants did not grow freely on the ground, but were held up in the air by marble carved flower beds, and the benches made of poplar wood were embedded in the dense green leaves, showing how pleasant Elena and Yakov had lived.

The group walked through the garden and down the corridor into a lavishly laid out lounge, where the jeweled chandelier had been half-wrapped in melted candles, and the remaining wicks burned day and night, illuminating the oil paintings on the walls, the sofas that spread out on the floor, and the crystal clear grapes on the stone tables.

"Dinner will be ready soon, and I look forward to you coming to the hall on time to eat, so please rest here for a while before that." The leading soldier lifted his armor in front of him, bowed deeply to the crowd, and then turned and walked towards the palace.

【Two hours later, VIP lounge】

The plan went very well, and it had been a while since everyone had been taken to the lounge by the waiters, and Draenor took out his pocket watch, and at a quarter past seven, there was no movement outside the room where dinner was ready.

The torment of hunger was nothing at the moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and the upcoming dinner was undoubtedly a good opportunity to get close to the eldest king, and perhaps obtain the blood to lift the curse.

But at this time, he was even more entangled in the scene that happened in the palace before.

The Elder King was surprisingly elegant and easy-going, and even if Spiritwater and Boyara City had a close relationship in the past, the lord of a country should not be gullible about the identity of a group just by saying a few words. The king even seemed to have forgotten the pressure of the war and was only concerned about the arrival of the people, and the words he had spoken before could not but make one feel a little suspicious.

Especially the domineering minister, even in the face of the eldest king of the Lycos, he didn't seem to show obvious awe, and the moment he met those incomparably sharp eyes, Draenor even felt that his soul was at a glance, he couldn't help frowning, what kind of existence was that minister with an eagle and a wolf look in this kingdom?

Draenor looked at the dagger hanging from his waist and the spear that had been placed aside with bullets removed and placed in the closet in the lounge. Based on what he had seen in the palace before, he was sure that the guards had almost ignored the weapons they had with them, and that almost every soldier was fully armed, and every part of his skin was tightly wrapped in metal armor, and the threat of spears and swords seemed to be insignificant compared to them.

He was sure that almost all the people he could see in the palace had covered their bodies with armor, and that the Elder King was the only one wearing a loose robe, and the only metal ornament on his body was the golden crown on his head.

In the light of the present situation, they were far from fathoming the temper of the Elder King himself, and according to the etiquette and customs of the Lycos, the envoys who came from afar had the same status as the warriors who had returned from great deeds, and the party should be warmly entertained, and the Elder King himself would surely have dinner with them.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to get closer to the Long King, and he must find a way to make the most of Vikly to win the trust of King Will by making the most of his status.

After confirming that there were no soldiers outside the room, Draenor turned to look at Vikilic as she lay on her back on the couch, as if she was thinking the same thing.

"The Elder King's health doesn't look very good, maybe you, as a doctor, can find an opportunity to get close to him, do you have any tricks in mind?"

Draenor was very much expecting that Vickyli might come back to herself with a perfect plan, only to see her smile wryly and shake her head, letting out a long sigh of helplessness.

"Alas...... You're right, no matter how high you are, patients still need doctors. But first of all, there is absolutely no way to diagnose that disease just by looking at it, and I have to find a way to win the king's trust without revealing my identity, which is no child's play!

"Besides, what do we have around us? Long spears, short swords, and walking sticks, have you ever heard that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice? Even if you can diagnose Changwang's disease, you can use it without tools at hand. ”

It seems that she did consider approaching the Changwang as a doctor, and the problem she said was also more tricky, any doctor with a little experience always needed some handy tools, stethoscopes, needles, medicine bottles, no matter how shabby, at least he had to carry some symbolic items with him.

Draenor suddenly felt a light in his eyes, as if he had thought of some wonderful attention, he quickly jumped up from the couch, pointed to the backpack behind Viklico, and said

"Tools? Isn't there something here! Cold-blooded vials, needles, herbs, and the gallstones that were taken from the antelope, you carry these things all the way, and the scope of the doctor is so big, who says you have to play the role of a surgeon to really cure him? ”

Vicky was stunned for two seconds, then turned into tears and turned to laugh, reached into the backpack and groped for a few times, and the next second took out a few empty cold-blooded bottles and the stones that were almost cracking, with a weird smile on her face.

"Witch doctor? I haven't tried it yet, but it's sure to be a treatment experience you'll never forget! ”

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