Medicine Spoon often came over to chat with Longji and enlighten the young dragonborn.

Longji was still depressed, but he began to read books and talk to Medicine Spoon about the voices in his head.

For the chaotic dragon language, Long Ji didn't feel that it was a burden.

"At first, I thought they were noisy. However, in fact, there are many dragons leaving messages, and they have left stories and spells about themselves, hoping that those who come after them will remember them. ”

"Dragons look mighty, but they have a lot of troubles in their own right."

"I heard from a dragon that its scales often fell off, especially on its neck and head, which made it often embarrassing in appearance, and it even had to use scales from other animals to stick to its bare dragon skin."

The dragon said it had a terminal illness in which the scales around its head and neck eventually fell off and became like a dehaired chicken...... No dragon grammar technique can save the scales from peeling. ”

"It finally found a secret elixir that allowed it to grow thick black hairs where it had fallen off, and then its entire head was covered with weed-like hairs."

"The hairs could not be eradicated, and they grew longer and longer, and finally their heads were completely encased, which caused it to suffer a great loss in battle with an enemy, and finally died of serious injuries."

"There's also a dragon that has created a powerful forbidden spell that is powerful enough to destroy a nation. But the lethality was too great, and the dragon himself was injured by the explosion and was attacked by a sworn enemy and died......"

Ryuji recounts the regrets left by the dragons.

The medicine spoon listens patiently.

To Longji, the medicine spoon said the most.

"Young people should eat more, eat more, read more, and rest well."

One day later, the medicine spoon never came again.

Ryuji in the room waited left and right, and finally couldn't help but open the door and ask the scholars about the situation outside.

From the scholars' mouths, he learned that the Prophet's medicine spoon had died yesterday.

Lu Yao saw that a question mark first appeared on Long Ji's head, and he didn't seem to believe it. He went all the way out and saw the tombstone of the Prophet buried behind the temple, and then he completely died.

He crouched by the tombstone and remained motionless for a long time.

Then a mess suddenly appeared above Long Ji's head, white light flashed on his body, his health dropped a bit, and a cloud of light surrounded the tombstone.

A ghost appeared on the tombstone, which was the medicine spoon.

"Is this dragon grammar?" An exclamation point appears on the head of the medicine spoon ghost.

A sad expression drooped at the corner of Long Ji's head appeared: "Medicine Spoon Teacher, I'm sorry, if I can learn some dragon grammar techniques earlier, maybe I can save you." ”

"Don't worry, death isn't something to be afraid of, it's just part of the journey."

The Ghost Prophet comforted, "What's more, Lord Yao Shen has already created Sanilo for us, which is the habitat of the ghosts. I'm not going away, I'm just changing my life. ”

"Longji, you have a talent that many people can only dream of."

The medicine spoon said, "Remember? You said it, because a dragon is a dragon. ”

"The dragon king is majestic because the dragon's nest sits in the north. The cold northern continent has always been peaceful and stable, even if a divine war breaks out in a distant place, the war cannot cross the boundary drawn by the dragon's nest. ”

"People revere the dragon's nest and praise the dragon king, also because it is the faithful guardian of the gods, the support of the northern continent, and the watchman of the roof of the whole world. Everything it does, everyone sees in their eyes and is grateful. ”

"You were born in the north, and you should know that this was not the case with the original dragons, and at that time everyone was full of fear of dragons, and there were countless people who wanted to challenge and break the dragon's nest."

"Led by the Dwarven Adventurer Blast Furnace Strangers, many of them and monks have tried to challenge the Dragon King."

"But now, if anyone else thinks like that, we probably think it's either crazy or stupid."

The medicine spoon said, "A dragon is a dragon, but this is also the choice of a dragon." Between monsters and greatness, it chooses the more difficult but fulfilling, latter. ”

"What I can tell you is that it's a great feeling when you prove to the world that what you're doing is extraordinarily positive and that many people follow in your footsteps......"

An exclamation point popped up on Long Ji's head.

"Okay, I've been nagging for too long, and this is also a common problem of the elderly."

"Goodbye then, I'm going to the south to see my old friends."

"Good luck."

The ghost slowly faded away.

Two villains appeared above Longji's head and began to fight with each other.

In the end, the two villains merge into one.

A light bulb lit up on Long Ji's head, and he said to himself: "A dragon is a dragon, a dragon is a dragon......

"Dragons are dragons."

"Dragons are dragons!"

"I'm a dragon!"

The young Dragonborn Prophet spread his arms and swung his broad batwings. Although it can't fly, the momentum is completely different.

Lu Yao double-clicked the mouse and found that there was already one more item in Long Ji's ability.

……

[Psychic Spell]: Dragon grammar spell, calling the ghosts of the dead through corpses or wreckage. Longji triggers the spell by sacrificing a portion of his blood.

……

Lu Yao looked outrageous.

Although easily judged by the outside world as autistic, Long Ji is a genius in dragon grammar, more like a pure-blood dragon than the Pasha.

Lu Yao immediately gave him some encouragement.

The icon of lv up↑ above Longji's head is constantly lit up.

Lu Yao consumed a total of 5,500 faith points, and promoted him to level 10, which is also the most cost-effective stage.

Long Ji knelt on the ground: "Great Yaoshen, thank you for your blessings, I will definitely do my best to exert my ability and become a prophet like the medicine spoon teacher." ”

He got up and glanced at the tombstone, then turned his head to enter the temple.

For the rest of the year, Ryuji rarely went out.

He had been sitting inside the temple, facing the wall in the corner.

Above Longji's head, an oval-shaped chaotic dragon language kept emerging.

He worked hard to decipher it and wrote it down in charcoal on the wall, which was covered with various symbols and handwriting. After each complete record, he copied them on a parchment scroll for parchment.

It's a huge project, and the dragon language itself is full of confusion, and it takes a lot of time and patience to sort it out.

……

Lu Yao focused his attention on Yaocheng itself.

The death of the Prophet's medicine spoon caused many citizens to spontaneously wear holy flowers, hold torches, and mourn in front of the monument.

For this prophet has said.

- Fire is our friend.

Compared to the first two prophets of Yaocheng, the medicine spoon made the holy city the most stable city in the world, and she made a gradual attempt based on the stability of the city, and finally made the potion come out.

She fulfilled her goals and aspirations as a prophet, bringing together theology and medicine, making a tremendous impact on the world and guiding her in a transcendent age.

Lu Yao recalled.

Ever since Medicine Spoon served as the prophet of Yaocheng, he had never worried about this city. He was more concerned about Salt City next door, Saniro in the south, and even Canopy City in the experimental area.

Maybe he already subconsciously felt that Yaocheng would not have any problems.

Those who are good at fighting have no great feats.

Unlike Shangli and Tonghai, which turned the tide of the tide, the medicine spoon did not let the threat happen at all, and this is the most stable settlement in the whole world.

No matter how reluctant he was, the medicine spoon had already been relieved of his burden and went to the south to start a new life.

Lu Yao could only look forward.

The departure of the medicine spoon did not affect the order of Yaocheng.

The temple will continue to operate as usual, and Cupy Roll will continue to lead the temple to continue researching potions, managing the city, and spreading and maintaining the belief in the gods.

In the temple, the prophet Longji focused on recording and translating the dragon language.

From this point on, the prophet was finally no longer in charge of the city, and the administration and theology were further separated, allowing each to concentrate on his own area of expertise.

(End of chapter)