July 1733 Adventurer's Guild Hall

The Dragoneer is dead, but the bad things don't end there. In the halls of the Adventurers' Guild, Modryla, who was supposed to go back to pacify the people, ignored that. She was clutching Calvin's leg, her hands tossing and turning on it.

On the other hand, Kumar and Rod are also trying to treat Calvin through their own powers. The knight, on the other hand, lay motionless, his eyes obscured by a blue glow, as if forced into a slumber.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The doll muttered to herself, blue light in one hand and green light in the other, she summoned two powers to inject into Calvin's legs at the same time, but the light seemed to be blocked by a force and could not move forward, "Rod!" Modrilla called the boy's name.

The golden light emanating from the boy's hand wrapped the two powers of the puppet, and under such a package, the power finally entered Calvin's knees. Modrilla quickly put her hand on his knee as if to block the exit. But it didn't take long for a recoil force to erupt, and Modelella's hand was shaken open. Originally, after experiencing the dragon's breath, Modrella's body structure was very fragile, and this force directly broke her hand.

"Miss Modelilah!" Rhodes flew to catch the hand that popped out, "Are you alright?" he leaned over and returned the severed hand to the doll.

"Throw it away, it can't be fixed. "The puppet didn't take it, it was his left hand, but it didn't matter anymore" Heh, this kind of thing, even the omniscient Modrilla can't do it..."She laughed at herself, looked at Kumar, and motioned for her to undo Calvin's dormant magic.

The young mage's face was tangled, she woke up when everything was over, and everyone should have been happy, until Calvin found out that he had a problem with his leg, and everyone panicked again, "Try again, maybe... What else can be done?"

"I've used all the methods I know, and the cost of the covenant can't be canceled. Jasmine pulled a conclusion, and she also looked sad, "I tried all the methods that can and can't be done, but it didn't work." Calvin wasn't the first person I tried. The new methods I've worked on over the years have all failed. ”

"Maybe my angelic powers..."Rhodes thought of his own Eska, but he didn't dare summon it easily.

"The power of angels comes from the power of the Father, and the forbidden art is also a direct acceptance of the gift of the Father. "The things that these two people had thought about had already been going through countless times in their minds, and if they wanted to cure Calvin, they had to use the power of other gods to suppress the power of the Father. However, in the scope and skills she knew, no god could do it, and not even the Yuan Spirit.

"There's no hope," Kumar clutched his staff, "he... Predecessor... I—" The young mage's expression sank into self-reproach.

"Does that have anything to do with you? That's my question. Jasmine glared at her, "I'll take care of everything here, everything." As he spoke, the puppet bent down and looked at the knight again, "Lift the magic." She shouted at Kumar again.

The blue light in Calvin's eyes disappeared, and the knight quickly came to his senses, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw three bitter gourd faces, and he immediately understood, "Haha, why are you so depressed, we all survived." The knight put on a smiling face, "What is this small price, we have killed the head dragon envoy!"

"I'll get you a crutch... No, wheelchairs. Jasmine stood up and was about to leave, when a breath came from outside, and the doll turned around, "Lott is back." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lott walked out of the blind corner of their vision, and everyone looked at the boy and laughed again.

"Lot, you're alright!" Rod ran over, and Kumar followed.

"It's fine. With a faint smile, he slapped Eskar on Rod and said, "Give it back to you." ”

Flustered taking his sword, Rhodes stopped in front of Lott again, "That... Mr. Calvin, he... Sort of..."Rhodes wanted to give the boy a heads-up, but Calvin couldn't say anything about his current state.

"Get out of the way. Pushing Rod away, Lott walked straight to Calvin "Sure enough... You can't stand up, can you, Calvin... Mr. Lotter's tone didn't look like he had just knew, but he could tell he was sad too.

"Can you let me and my disciple be alone for a while?" Calvin was sitting cross-legged right now, and as long as he didn't stand up, he really couldn't tell that it was a crippled

Sick people.

Modrilla looked at the two of them, she stared at Lott for a long time, and finally looked away, "Let's go...", she said, and she turned around, and then she realized that Rod was beside her.

"I'll hold you. The puppet was now in tatters, and it was difficult to move the foundation, and Rod saw that.

"I'm going to release the magic so everyone can save effort. Kumar waved his staff on the side, and although the three of them were a little worried about their master and apprentice, they still chose to respect them and left.

"Speaking of which, Lott seems to already know about Calvin, why is that?" Rod wondered.

"Just ask him later. Jasmine Della was also worried on her face, but she was worried, after all, it was Calvin who brought it up, so let the two of them stay for a while, there are a lot of things to do behind it, and if you want to transport these people away, who knows if there will be a dragon in the back, and the puppet will have to hurry up again.

"Calvin... Mr. I know there's a cure for your leg ailment, so don't say no, just take it for me!" Lott saw the others walk away and threw herself into Calvin's arms.

"Alright, Nephia, you've pretended to be hard enough. The knight unceremoniously pushed Lott away.

"Huh?" Lott looked innocent, "What are you talking about, Calvin... Mr. ”

"How about you connect your name with your title?" Calvin looked at him helplessly.

"Hush. Looks like there's no way to put it on, Lott smiled "What a flaw? Did you deliberately leave the two of us alone here?" As soon as he raised his hand, a chair with blood condensed appeared, and Nephia sat down gracefully, albeit in the image of Lot.

Because the sight was so strange, the knight closed his eyes and bowed his head, "Of course." You are not fit to play a male, especially a teenager. Calvin commented, "Azmi is by your side all the year round, maybe you can learn three points as an adult male, but you have too little contact with this teenager." Coupled with being so cold to Rod, I think Modrilla can see it. It's just that she's not sure. ”

"Hmph. Nifia was a little unhappy when he commented on this, "Don't be too happy, this boy is already my people~" The queen said this and laughed happily.

"It's less, Eskar doesn't react at all, what the hell is sucking, can Lott be better disguised than Leita?" Calvin debunked her again.

"Of course it's better than her, but now I'm controlling the kid. "Nefia still doesn't throw in the towel.

"Don't make a fuss, Nephia. He didn't want to pay any more attention to her quibbles, but a hint of gratitude flashed across the knight's face, "But thank you for not letting this kid be one of you." ”

Seeing that Calvin was not fooled at all, Nifia lost interest, and the conversation between the two became straightforward: "There's nothing to thank, I'm just lazy." This place is so far from my kingdom, how can I get this child to my side, it gives me a headache just thinking about it, why should it be thankless?"

"Can't you summon him?" Calvin wondered, it stands to reason that the vampire queen could summon any vampire to him, unless the vampire was under the influence of the Word.

"No, if you don't have a formal blood, everything has to be on his own. Nephia denied.

"Then since it's a laborious thing, what are you trying to do now? Reopening his eyes, Calvin saw the same Lott again, but this time he chose to watch.

"You know, I'm busy right now, but there are two reasons why I have to come here. Nephia said and made a gesture of two.

"Can I hear that?" Calvin asked, for it must be important for the Queen to set off herself.

"Article 1. Nifia was not polite, and said straight to the point, "Did you say before that this kid is very stubborn, unless he bites to death, he won't become a vampire?"

Calvin looked at the queen with his mouth open at this time, "You... It won't be because of that..."

"Of course, you see, I'm not taking over Lot's body right now, and he'll start to change at any moment if I want to. Where's Lot's stubbornness?" said Nephia, standing up and spinning around in place twice.

"You're so bored. Calvin shook his head helplessly, "Just because I said it so casually, you're going to come in person?"

"You trampled on the dignity of the vampire king, and of course I want it back!" said Niphia, who didn't look like a joke on her face.

"What about the second one?" Calvin chose to close his eyes again, it would be too hasty for the first queen to show up, and perhaps the second reason would make Nephia's actions seem reasonable.

"Number two?" As she spoke, Nephia suddenly pounced on Calvin and knocked him down, "My blood will not cause any harm to your body, I promise you personally. ”

"Oh my God," Calvin smiled wryly, "and again?"

"That's what Leta begged me so hard for me to agree. It's your pleasure. Straddle Calvin, Nephia touched the vial of blood, it was the queen's own blood, she knew exactly where it was, and soon she found "Don't worry, there won't be any uncomfortable feelings, you'll be able to stand up in no time." Nephia had pulled the cork.

"Kassandra. Calvin said the name coldly.

As soon as the name appeared, Nephia's movements stopped.

"If you do, I'll follow Kassandra's example and kill myself in front of you. Calvin's expression didn't look like a scare.

"You—" Moving out of the name Nephia was a little helpless.

"I know you admire this senior. Like her, I have the dignity of a priesthood, and we will not accept the help of vampires in order to survive. If you do, add another Kassandra today. ”

Nephia looked at Calvin's face, it was really a look of "Huh." The queen relented and re-tightened the bottle, and the queen came down from Calvin's body, "Has her tomb been cleaned?"

"Kassandra? as far as I know, there have been people cleaning and guarding it, but no one has ever entered the tomb, and that's what you asked for. Calvin was not stingy with his information.

"You're decided?" Nifia confirmed, "this time you will never be able to stand up, Calvin. ”

"I know. The knight nodded, his eyes determined.

"Okay...", sighing, Nephia closed her eyes, "I'll give you back this kid, we don't owe each other anymore, and the vampires won't give you any more." ”

"You've done what you agreed, and I'm grateful for that, Queen Nephia. The knight nodded at her.

The blood-soaked chair disappeared, along with the bottle in his hand, and Lott fell to the ground unconscious.

"Hey, boy!" Calvin nervously crawled up to him, "Wake up!"

"Mr. Calvin?" Lott sat up excitedly as soon as he opened his eyes, and he touched his neck in a panic, but there was nothing.

"It's not as bad as you think. Calvin smiled.

"By the way, Mr. Calvin, your legs—" Lott quickly turned to look at the knight.

"Little things. Calvin looked away, "It's not worth mentioning to stop the dragon envoy at this price." ”

"But..."

"Calvin!" Modrilla suddenly appeared, with Lott and Kumar pushing a wheelchair and Rhodes holding the doll.

"What's wrong?" the knight turned his head.

"Rod, you take Lott away, Kumar, you put this guy in a chair. ”

"This guy—" Calvin chuckled when he heard the words.

"You all go, Calvin, let's have a good talk. Modelilah's tone was not friendly.

"I suppose there's observation magic here?" Calvin realized what was going on after the puppets had forcibly driven them away.

"Are you stupid to deal with vampires without me?" Modryla pushed the knight's wheelchair.

"Huh?" Calvin cried out.

"Why don't you answer to the Scarlet Blood?" Confused, Modrilla pushed her wheelchair again.

"I've explained enough, do I have to explain it again?" Calvin was already dizzy from the shaking.

"You idiot!" she grabbed the wheelchair as Modella looked at the rider with disgust.

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