Magical Strategist

As the protagonist of the celebration banquet, he is bound to have to endure the toasts from all walks of life. The real dragon has to go to the toilet every time he drinks three bowls.

In this way, we went a total of eight times. Even I can't remember how much I drank that night, I just drank risking my life. Until the end, his eyes went blank and he knew nothing.

After sleeping until noon the next day, Zhenlong woke up in a daze. His body was tired and weak, and his stomach felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Where is this? Why am I here?

I got out of bed and looked around. This was a simple bedroom.

"Remember, I drank too much last night," the real dragon said to himself.

Boom, boom, boom. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The real dragon said weakly.

Irene pushed the door open and came in. She saw that she had brought a set of gray robes and a gold belt, and said, "Change and come down to the main hall."

"Oh."

After changing clothes, I went to the main hall.

I saw Irene and Midori sitting there.

"What are your orders?" the real dragon asked respectfully.

"True Dragon, you are now a member of the organization, and there are some rules that you need to know immediately." Irene said.

"What rules?"

"First, members of the organization can no longer use their previous names. Now your new name is "Grey"." Irene said.

"Hui? Is this a name? Who picked it?" the real dragon said disdainfully.

"Have any objections?" Erin frowned slightly.

"No... the sky is gray, with heavy snow falling on it. It's such a poetic name. I like it very much. What next? What are the rules?" said the real dragon with a smile.

Irene continued: "Second, all members of the organization must have the moon tattooed on their arms, because it is our symbol." Irene rolled up her sleeves and showed the red moon tattoo on her arm to the real dragon.

"You want a tattoo? Do you want me to become a gangster? Can you consider it?" Zhenlong said tangledly.

"No." Erin and Green said in unison.

"..."

Irene ignored the real dragon's thoughts and still said to herself: "Third, you are a new member who has just joined. You must obey the arrangements of your superiors. You must do whatever your superiors tell you."

"Excuse me, who is my superior?" asked the real dragon.

"Except for yourself, everyone else is your superior." Irene said coldly.

"Fuck!" Zhenlong was completely speechless.

"Do you remember everything I said?" Eileen said.

"Remember." The real dragon replied reluctantly.

Irene said to Lu again: "Lu, the rest is up to you."

Green took the order and raised his index finger towards the real dragon: "Hui, come with me."

"Where?"

"Infirmary."

"Why are you going to the infirmary?"

"Tattoo."

The real dragon obviously didn't want to get any messy tattoos, as he might be mistaken for a gangster in the future. "Um, I'm not feeling well today, how about another day?"

"I advise you to wait until you feel uncomfortable again. If you insist on not complying, I will call Hong over. You know his temper." After speaking, Green faced the outside, ready to yell at the top of his lungs.

"..." At the mention of red, the real dragon's face turned pale. There is no way, no matter how hard you are, you can't beat others, and you can't blame others.

Since the base is crude and rooms are in short supply, Midori's bedroom serves as the infirmary.

The real dragon was asked to sit on a chair, take off his coat, and expose his right arm.

I saw Lu first smearing alcohol back and forth on the real dragon's arm to disinfect it, and then took out more than ten steel needles of varying thicknesses from the box. He lit a white candle and burned the steel needles one by one in the fire. Then he said: "It will hurt a little bit, just bear with it."

The real dragon made a sad face and said: "It's better not to get tattooed, I'm afraid of pain..."

Lu laughed and said: "Afraid? You are really good at pretending. Bear with me, I'm going to do it!"

"Wait a minute, my stomach hurts and I need to go to the toilet. Oops, I can't do it..."

"It's not too late to do it no matter how painful it is."

"..."

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About an hour later, Zhenlong walked out of the infirmary with a look of grievance. His left hand was tightly clasped on his right arm, and the burning sensation was so uncomfortable.

In this way, a crescent moon will be engraved on my body forever.

Some people say that tattoos are a symbol of beauty, mystery, sexiness and charm, but for real dragons, they are nothing more than ruining themselves.

Erin immediately went over to check. She rolled up the real dragon's sleeves, and her red arms were inlaid with red moons. Said: "Yes, the size is just right."

"It's a good hammer, it hurts me to death." The real dragon complained.

"It won't hurt tomorrow." Erin comforted.

"I'm talking about feeling distressed, do you understand?" Zhenlong said harshly.

"Isn't it just a tattoo? What's there to feel bad about?" Erin said.

Zhenlong paused and replied: "Let me tell you this, my current mood is like the two steamed buns on your chest. They were forcefully bitten by others, and the bites broke and left scars. Do you feel bad? ?”

Erin's face turned red, and she couldn't help but think of that time in Luodian Mountain, when the real dragon rubbed a certain part of her body in front of many bandits and robbers. "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Great Lord Moon God, you are my boss, how dare I do that." The real dragon worshiped.

Eileen didn't give a good look and said with a straight face: "Now that you have officially joined the organization, please pay attention to your words and deeds in the future."

The real dragon blinked and asked in confusion: "Excuse me, what's wrong with my words and deeds?"

"Ask yourself." Erin looked slightly angry.

"Okay, okay, I'll be more polite to you in the future. I know you care about your image, right?" Zhenlong said with a smile.

"It's good to know."

"Hey, since I'm already yours, tell me, what do you need me to do?" Zhenlong asked.

Eileen rolled her eyes and said: "You will not be given any tasks during this period. You will temporarily learn Elvish language from Dr. Green and learn about the history of the Blood Elf clan."

The real dragon curled his lips, looking very reluctant.

"I don't seem too happy about it," Erin said.

"How is it possible? I am a diligent and studious man!" After saying this, his heart suddenly twitched. There was no doubt that his conscience was punishing him.

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In the next period of time, Zhenlong followed Lu and learned the Elvish language.

Repeat the same thing every day: wake up, eat, study, sleep. This period of time was unprecedentedly boring. He envied other people who could go outside every day, leaving early and returning late. Although he didn't know what he was busy with, at least he could see the outside world.

However, the real dragon did not waste his time. He studied the blood elf language and practiced spells during the day. Since the disastrous defeat in the last battle with Bai Fei, he realized his shortcomings.

After steady improvement, his unique red fighting spirit slowly increased from barely lasting a few seconds to a minute.

The comfortable days lasted for 20 days.

This morning, Zhenlong got up early as usual. After breakfast, he went to the infirmary to study with Dr. Lu.

"Hui, come here." Eileen waved at the door of the infirmary and asked Zhenlong to go to the main hall.

The real dragon came to the main hall and saw Irene holding a letter in her hand.

"Moon God, is this a love letter written to me in your hand?"

Eileen was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and said coldly: "Aren't you always complaining that your life is too boring? Now I'll give you a task."

"Oh? What mission?" The real dragon couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

Irene handed over the letter and said, "Send this letter to the mayor of Andalimu, Mr. Kiko."

"Just delivering a letter?" Zhenlong asked with wide eyes.