Magical Strategist

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty has something to do with you."

Halfway through Zhenlong's lunch, a servant came over to deliver a message.

"Oh? Lin'er, cough, His Majesty is back? So soon?" Zhenlong put down his fork and wiped the oil from his mouth with a napkin. It's pitiful to say that the left hand is still very awkward to use, and a mouthful of oil is a common occurrence.

"Yes, His Majesty is anxious to come back and says he has something very important to tell you."

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

The real dragon came to the clan leader's hall and saw Irene waiting early.

The queen had delicate makeup on her face, her hair was tied up, she wore a glittering crown, a colorful gemstone necklace around her neck, and a blue water-patterned dress with a long skirt that dragged on the ground for several meters. This is a diplomatic attire.

The real dragon remembered that Erin had been busy receiving visitors from the white elves recently. But it seemed that Eileen suddenly came back in a hurry midway.

"Her Majesty the Queen is looking for me?" the real dragon bowed.

Erin looked at the real dragon. "I've eaten?"

"All right."

"Where are you going this afternoon?" Erin asked.

"Liurong City on the outskirts of Yuna City." Zhenlong replied.

"Cancel the plan, I have something to communicate with you." Eileen ordered.

"As ordered."

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In the afternoon, Irene sent someone to take the real dragon to the "Medicine Refining Pavilion" in the east of Yuna City.

The real dragon didn't know what he was doing, and Irene asked him to come to this place where various medicines were developed, researched and refined to do something.

The staff inside helped Zhenlong to the bed, and then said: "Your Highness, King Ya, please lie down."

"What are you..." Zhenlong felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. To be precise, it was a bad premonition. Naturally, he refused and threw away the other party's hand. He kept asking: "Where is your Majesty?"

"Don't be nervous, King Ya. This is His Majesty's wish. Please cooperate."

The real dragon said angrily: "Let your majesty tell me personally, if you continue to argue, you will blame me for being rude."

"Ah? King Ya, don't be angry..."

At this time, Erin strode in. Followed by Bai Fei and a group of elves wearing strange costumes, gloves and masks.

Judging from the light-colored hair of these elves, they should be white elves.

White elves are a race that is good at medicine and natural arcana. They are also the longest-lived race in the world. All their people are doctors, and there are many people with excellent medical skills in the clan.

Irene glared at the real dragon and said angrily: "Lie down, what are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"

"No, it's not... Okay, I understand." He felt relieved after seeing Irene. The real dragon lay on the bed by himself.

"Okay, everyone, please start." Irene said to the white elf behind her.

The fathers of the white elves first fed the real dragon a pill, and then nothing happened.

Because the real dragon fainted immediately after taking it...

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In a trance, like a dream or waking up.

He turned into a wisp of smoke and flew high into the sky.

From Pachi City to Yuna City, which is tens of thousands of miles away. This journey is a dream, but more real than a dream. It was an extraordinary experience.

A young heart, after being exposed to wind and rain, and seeing the leaves falling, is like a green apple gradually ripening into a red apple.

From the time I was born to the present, I have been traveling in time for nearly twenty years. Looking back, only a blurry silhouette of the child with a snotty nose remained. What can still be seen clearly is the tall figure standing in front of Hongchen. And the front of him is a face that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, with various stories printed on it, some sad and some happy.

But what's more profound is the perseverance radiating from those purple eyes, which are so fearless.

As the years turn pale and gray, they leave more behind. Over the years, as I grow older, my mood has changed qualitatively. Once upon a time, persistence always tortured the soul. Now, the soul is always persistent. There is a reason for any qualitative change. It may be because you have seen enough of the warmth and coldness of the world, or it may be because you have experienced too many gains and losses and gradually become free and easy.

A dream is also a life of your own.

The real dragon had a long dream, beautiful but realistic. He had to make a choice.

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When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

After opening his eyes slightly, he found himself lying on his bed.

When the servant next to him saw that King Ya was awake, he immediately came over to serve him.

Zhenlong suddenly felt severe pain in his right arm, which made him sweat all over.

Right arm? Either the right arm is already...yes, it's the right arm!

The real dragon's eyes widened. He was not mistaken. His arm miraculously "came back"!

"What's going on? What happened?" Zhenlong was curious and shocked. He tried to move his right hand, wrist, and fingers. Although the pain was severe, it did not affect his free movement.

But something is strange. His right arm seems stronger than before, and he feels more powerful.

"Reporting to King Ya, this is..."

The servant explained everything to the real dragon.

It turns out that during the exchange meeting with the white elves, Irene accidentally learned that they have a medical technique of "limb transplantation".

White Elf's medical level is among the best in the world, and it has achieved breakthroughs in partial limb transplantation, with a success rate of 50%.

However, the limbs and organs required for transplantation must come from blood relatives, and the sperm source levels must be consistent.

They must both be related by blood and be of the same essence. There is only one person in the world.

Irene immediately told Bai Fei the truth.

Unexpectedly, Bai Fei agreed immediately.

In the end, Bai Fei donated his right arm and transplanted it into the real dragon's hand.

The real dragon was so grateful that he was obedient. He ignored his wounds and was anxious to see Bai Fei.

"His Royal Highness, Bai Shen returned to Vana City after his operation yesterday. However, he wrote a letter to you before the operation."

"Where's the letter?" Zhenlong asked hurriedly.

"this."

The real dragon quickly opened the envelope.

This is the last time Bai Fei writes with his right hand:

My brother, this is the only thing my brother can do for you. No need to say thank you. I hope you can forgive Bai for what he has done. When you experience something again, you will find out what it means to have no control over yourself.

Your life has just begun, you should break out of your own world. Until then, Bai will be proud of you in Varna.

treasure!

The short lines are gripping.

elder brother!

The real dragon took back the envelope and cried loudly.

"King Ya, please show your condolences and take care of yourself..."

"Your Highness, you can't be too excited now, or the wound will open. We all believe that Bai Shen doesn't want to see you sad and crying..."

There is always a moment of crying that makes people grow up instantly!

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The real dragon recovered quickly from his injuries and was getting closer and closer to his return journey.

I feel so much reluctance to leave this land where I have lived for more than two years. But he is just a passerby and does not belong here.

There is still something to be done, and we must go back to the human continent.

The real dragon packed his luggage and brought many magical elixirs and rare treasures from the blood elves.

The day before leaving.

Irene felt very bad. She stopped working, stayed at home, and didn't think about food or tea. She tried her best to get the real dragon to stay, but failed. She understands the true dragon's temperament and will not change her decision at all.

Just leave like this?

How can I have no regrets?

At least, in her heart and in the emotional world, he was the only one who walked in.

Yawang Palace.

"His Royal Highness Yawang will leave tomorrow morning. Have your luggage been packed?" the servant said reluctantly.

"It's almost done. Thank you for taking care of you these days. I will miss you." Zhenlong said.

"Your Highness, King Ya, you are the kindest, most humorous, and most unassuming master we have ever seen. We will remember you for the rest of our lives." The servants cried.

"Thanks……"

At this time, the servants from the Queen's Palace came.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your Majesty has ordered you to go to her palace to tell the story after dinner."

"At night? His Majesty's palace? I'm afraid it's not good for me to go there as a grown man." Zhenlong replied.

"This is His Majesty's order. She has something to tell you." The servant's tone seemed to be non-negotiable and she had to go.

"I know, I will go." The real dragon replied.

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This separation may be a few years, a few decades, or forever.

Then don't leave with regrets.

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Dragon, remember, you are the sub-king of the Blood Elf clan. No matter where you are, the Blood Elf warriors will obey your orders unconditionally!

Take care of yourself!

(End of Be the King)