The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Camilo would be injured almost every day when he came back from the training ground, and Sobika had become a common practice in dispensing medicine for him. At the beginning, he would sneer at him, but after a long time, she even couldn't stand it anymore.

No, Camillo entered the room holding the door.

Sobika frowned, and moved a chair for him with witchcraft, "Why did you get hurt again, what kind of teacher is Kay, it happens every time!" She snorted angrily, as if she was the only one The one who got hurt.

Camillo sat down clutching his stomach, and a bowl of bubbling green concoction floated in front of him. Sobika proudly claimed that this was her latest research result, and it would definitely cure the disease.

Looking into the bowl, the green concoction was constantly bubbling and exuding a strange smell. Camilo suppressed his nausea, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Pfft——!" The concoction that had just entered his mouth was immediately sprayed out, "This time the concoction is too nasty!!!" Camillo rushed to the sink and kept pouring water into his mouth, trying to get the juice out of his mouth. The taste is washed away.

This sour taste is simply a combination of vegetable juice and rotten eggs!

Sobika put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly: "Look, it's working, isn't it more energetic than before!"

three seconds...

two seconds.

one second.

Under Camilo's icy gaze, Sobika finally stopped laughing embarrassingly, and honestly brought out a new bowl of black concoction from behind: "Hey... Actually, this is the real thing."

Camillo drank the medicine with a sullen face, and lay weakly on the bed in the treatment room.The bed on the first floor was specially used for Sobika's treatment. Considering Sobika's height, it was purposely built very short.

Sobika walked to the side of the bed, stretched out her wrinkled little hands from the robe, and hung them on Camillo's injured abdomen, chanting formulas that he couldn't understand.

"Witchcraft Healing."

He felt a sudden warm current in his internal organs, and under the effect of the warm current, the injured tissue was being repaired at an astonishing speed. Soon, he could hardly feel the pain from before.

Sobika clapped his hands easily, indicating that he can get up, "The internal injuries in the spiritual field need some time to recuperate. I will give you medicine to strengthen it tomorrow. Don't do anything with others these days."

Camilo nodded in response. Although Sobika has a weird personality, his medical skills are absolutely second to none.

According to the Seven Ghosts, there are very few people who can be called wizards in the world, and among wizards, those who practice witch doctors are even rarer.The so-called witch doctor not only understands the dispensing principles of various herbs, but can also directly repair internal and external wounds with the power of witchcraft, which is beyond the reach of top healing mages.

But Camilo still remembered that when he was accidentally injured by the blue bird when he first arrived in Dragon Valley, Sobika only used soup and medicine instead of witchcraft to heal him.

Presumably, it was because he was afraid that he would run away.

Because of the fracture, he had to stay in bed for a month.Every day when I open my eyes and look out of the window, it is the desolate red soil.There is a word called "Looking forward", but he doesn't even know where Lingling Island is.Over time, he almost gave up the idea of ​​returning to Yanling Island.

Even, he has already begun to get used to the life in Longgu.

One day, Camillo inadvertently mentioned this idea to the seven ghosts, and as expected, he laughed a lot.

"Tch." He glanced at the Seven Ghosts who were rolling with laughter, turned his gaze back to the book in his hand, and ignored it.

The snubbed Qigui pursed his lips. He strode over and snatched Camillo's book, and threw it behind him: "What's the use of reading a book? Today, we will learn the strategy of retreating and escaping!"

Camillo raised his eyes in astonishment, seeing the face of the seven ghosts, but it didn't look like he was joking.

As soon as he said it, the seven ghosts took a piece of kraft paper, drew a map of the Dragon Valley on it, and said solemnly: "The Dragon Valley is located in a gorge, surrounded by cliffs, unless the user of the Reiatsu can fly in the air , it is difficult for ordinary people to climb up, let alone enter Dragon Valley."

He drew a curve again, "In addition, there is a layer of enchantment above the Dragon Valley, which is controlled by the wizard Sobika, and anyone who enters or exits illegally will be intercepted."

"But the only thing that can come and go freely without being intercepted is the giant dragon domesticated in Dragon Valley. Whenever the dragon clan has a large-scale operation, the clansmen will also ride in and out of the dragon."

Until dusk, the whole room was full of blueprints. Seven Ghosts and Camilo worked out several escape plans, and finally came to a conclusion: "With your three-legged cat's skills, the success rate is [-]%... zero."

Camillo glanced at him, picked up the most detailed map, rolled it up and tied it, and put it on the bookshelf.

The seven ghosts sat cross-legged on the carpet, squinting at Camillo's back, the red setting sun made his cheeks rosy, as if he was slightly drunk: "Boy, I'm in a good mood today, and I can tell you a secret."

"What?" Camelot asked a little casually.

"This is the information my staff has collected so hard, give me something to eat!" Seven ghosts were upset and knocked on the floor vigorously.

Camillo gave a soft "Oh" indifferently, but sat down beside the seven ghosts cooperatively, "Speak, I'm listening."

The Seven Ghosts turned their heads and snorted before saying, "Dragon people are born with precocious intelligence, but you don't have any memories of your childhood, which is very strange."

Camilo raised his eyebrows: "Who says I don't remember, I grew up on Lingling Island."

"No, no," the Seven Ghosts laughed, "You were kidnapped when you were born, and the Dragon Clan found out later that the person who took you was the Demon God Amedeo. When the blood summoned you, you had already lived in Yanling Island for a long time."

Amei...he took me away?Camillo was taken aback for a moment, some blurry images and the familiar dream appeared in his mind, but when he tried to see clearly, those images became more and more blurred until they disappeared.

Qigui continued: "Your memory has been hypnotized, which created the illusion that you grew up on Yanling Island. According to our information, you should have been taken to Yanling Island a hundred years ago. The memory of you in the Demon World before Can you still remember?"

Camillo shook his head, his mind was in chaos.

"But what really concerns me is that with Sobika's ability, it's impossible not to undo this hypnosis, but she didn't do it, I guess—it was Roger's order."

Roger? !Camillo raised his eyes suddenly. Roger, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, is that...father he has never met so far?

Why did Roger stop himself from recovering his memory?

And his memories of growing up on Yanling Island are all illusions?

Since he doesn't belong to Yanling Island, where does he belong?

Before Camillo could sort out his thoughts, the seven ghosts had changed into their usual hippie smiles, and jumped up nimbly from the ground, "Hey, I said a lot of nonsense today, just pretend I didn't say it."

He patted his butt, strode towards the door, and added when he reached the threshold: "I almost forgot, the old rules, today's book has to be finished, and I will check it tomorrow."

The author has something to say: I can stare at Amedeo’s character design for a whole day without doing anything or coding.

And then... water got into my screen!