Magical Strategist

Seeing the real dragon laughing, the short-haired woman also covered her mouth and smiled elegantly, but the smile was a little bitter, as if it was forced.

"I can't recognize you with short hair, Sister Sha!" Zhenlong said.

This is Sister Teresa of the Holy Lance. Her long brown hair that looked like a waterfall is gone, replaced by short hair that reaches her ears. "Doesn't look good?"

"Of course not, I didn't realize that Sister Sha was so beautiful before." Zhenlong's face was slightly red. There was no doubt that the short-haired Teresa in front of him was definitely a beauty of national beauty. "By the way, why is Sister Sha here? How did you recognize me?" Zhenlong must be very confident in his bard's dress, and no one could recognize him.

Teresa replied: "Because I have been following you for a long time, and I was the one who urged you to sing one more song."

"Sister Sha is really good at playing tricks on me...By the way, why did you come here with me? How is the monastery going?" Zhenlong asked.

Teresa's face darkened. Her heart seemed to be cruelly cut by a blunt file, and grief flowed out of the wound.

The demons committed brutal massacres in the holy monastery and violated a large number of pure young nuns. Theresa was no exception. She wanted to commit suicide, but she promised her dead sister that she would help the flames to become the king!

After the demons had vented their anger, they set fire to the monastery, reducing this historic holy place to ashes. The nuns had no strength to escape and were burned to death. Theresa was the only survivor...

Intermittent images appeared before her eyes. It was such an unbearable experience. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly. Tears seemed to be about to flow out of her eyes, but they were forcibly retracted. In the end, she managed to squeeze out a very unnatural smile and replied with a stiff expression: "Everything is fine, don't worry!"

Words can lie, but eyes never lie. The real dragon naturally saw Teresa's thoughts and asked, "Please tell me the truth, what did the dark people do to you after I left that day?"

"I..." Teresa's body twitched, and her thoughts fell into chaos. If she told him the truth, he would definitely seek revenge on the dark man regardless of everything. Thinking of this, Teresa said calmly: "The dark man searched the monastery that day, but didn't find you, so he withdrew. Please believe me, nuns will not lie."

Will the ruthless secret agents voluntarily withdraw? Zhenlong said "Oh" and stopped asking. "But why did Sister Sha follow me again?"

Teresa said, "Mesh is worried about you, so she asked me to escort you to New Delhi safely no matter what."

"How is Senior Sister Meishi now? The dark people didn't do anything to her, right?" Zhenlong asked again.

"Don't worry, she's waiting for you to go back and see her after you achieve great success." The smile on Teresa's face was forced and looked so unnatural.

"I'm glad you're okay... Thank you, Sister Sha. If you hadn't helped me just now, I would have been captured long ago." Zhenlong said.

"Let's not talk too much for now. Those patrolmen might have realized that they had fallen into a trap and are already coming back. We can't stay here for long. We have to leave immediately." With that, Theresa pulled the real dragon's arm and left quickly.

The two returned to the busy streets and blended into the crowded crowd.

With the Holy Spear Sister as his personal bodyguard, the True Dragon felt much safer and no longer had to worry about being harassed by minions.

"Sister Sha, have you heard of Kyle Albian?" Zhenlong asked as they walked.

"I've heard that the biggest bandit in Lausanne, known as the Bandit King Chicken Head, is a powerful boxer. What's wrong?" Teresa asked.

"Can you accompany me to the Lorenba Forest? I want to take back the things that were stolen." The real dragon said angrily.

"When?"

"Now!"

"No, not now!" Teresa refused. Then she explained: "Wait two more days, okay? Because something will happen in Pompeii that you will be very interested in!"

"What are you referring to, Sister Sha?" Zhenlong stopped and looked straight at Teresa's face.

Theresa also stopped, put her lips close to the dragon's ear, and whispered, "Do you want to regain your strength?"

"Of course! It's my dream!" Zhenlong nodded vigorously.

"I heard a lot of new things on the way. The most noteworthy one is: the birthday party of Marquis Cocola, the lord of Pompeii, will be held in two days." Teresa said softly.

"What does someone else's birthday party have to do with me?" Zhenlong was very puzzled.

"Just listen to me patiently." "You should have heard about the fact that Cokla, the traitor of the Middle-earth Alliance, has now become one of the pawns of the Fortitude Alliance. The point is that not long ago, the "upper class" of Fortitude spent a lot of money to invite alchemists from all over the world to gather nearly a thousand rare medicinal materials for refining. After 49 days, they refined a pill called "Yasuo". It is said that this pill has magical effects. Ordinary people can prolong their life and be immune to all diseases after taking it; warriors can increase their magic power by a hundred years after taking it, and can stimulate the potential in their bodies. In order to make Cokla serve Fortitude wholeheartedly, the upper class gave Yasuo to Cokla as a birthday gift." "So, if you can get Yasuo, you may be able to restore your strength with the help of medicine." Theresa said confidently.

After the real dragon understood, he suddenly became very interested and couldn't help laughing.

"Yasuo is escorted by several masters of golden fighting spirit in Gangyi. He will arrive in Pompeii in two days, which is the day of the birthday banquet." Teresa paused and said, "Let's put the Bandit King Chicken Head aside for now. As long as the strength is restored, will you still worry about not being able to take back what you lost?"

The real dragon agreed repeatedly: "That's absolutely right!"

Theresa added, "Don't be too happy yet. It's not that easy to sneak into the Marquis's mansion on the birthday party and snatch Yasuo away under the eyes of so many masters." "Look around, there are resolute soldiers everywhere. We walk on the street in a swagger and will be searched at any time. If we don't have documents, we will be arrested on the spot."

While Theresa was talking, she saw three sneaky men not far away being stopped by patrol soldiers, searched and questioned, and finally kidnapped...

What a troubled place... Zhenlong frowned and muttered to himself.

"Have faith in yourself!" Teresa suddenly tapped the dragon's forehead and prayed for a while. She continued, "There are still two days before the birthday party, so we have plenty of time to think of a solution. It's getting dark, let's find a place to stay first."

The glow of the setting sun spread over Pompeii, casting a layer of golden light.

The streets were bustling with people and cars. Occasionally, a majestic cavalry team would pass by quickly, whipping their horses, heading straight for the city lord's mansion.

Zhenlong and Teresa walked side by side on the street. Now that night had fallen, they didn't know where to sleep. It turned out that the inns in Pompeii were only open to the people of fortitude, and anyone staying in the inn had to register their ID, but the two had no ID, so they had to give up the idea of ​​staying in the inn.