The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Sobika propped her head on her hands, staring at her pot of soup in a daze.Why hasn't Camillo come back yet? It's half dark, and Kai's training sessions are never delayed until sunset.

At this time, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

Sobika jumped out of the chair excitedly, and raised her today's work to meet her, but a tall and burly figure came in at the door.

Roger had to bend down to walk through the wooden door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a bowl of strange blue potion that was bubbling.

He frowned: "What is this..."

Unexpectedly, the person who entered the house was the patriarch Roger!Sobika quickly hid the potion behind her back, and smiled: "It's nothing." She rolled her eyes and noticed the person in Roger's right hand.

Camillo was held in his arms with one hand, his clothes and face were stained with blood, his hands and feet were drooping weakly, and he had obviously lost consciousness.

Eyes widened in shock, Sobika was about to scream when Roger's index finger pressed against his lips.He bent slightly, lowered his voice and said, "He's fine, I put him to sleep."

Roger turned around and walked to the treatment bed, and laid Camillo flat on the bed.Sobika also trotted all the way to chase after him, pinched Camillo's pulse, everything was normal, and there was no obvious trauma, so she was relieved.

It's just those bloodstains... She looked at Roger suspiciously, and found a small wound on Roger's face, which seemed to be cut by a knife blade, or...she glanced at the bloodstains on Camillo's nails, Or was it scratched by the sharp nails of the orcs?

"Ha," Sobika burst out laughing, "Sometimes you get hurt too~"

Roger snorted coldly, and was about to turn his face away, but saw Sobika raised his hands high to him, with a light in his eyes, full of longing, like a child about to be hugged.But only if you ignore her stooped back, gray hair, and a row of yellow teeth that she smiled.

"..." Roger's eyes moved slightly, because of the existence of the contract between the two, even if he didn't say anything, he could tacitly sense the other's thoughts.Looking down at this old urchin-like little one, he gave a dissatisfied "tsk", and finally squatted down.

At this height, Sobika was able to touch his face.

Comparing the size of the two, it is like a young dragon lying in front of the dragon trainer.

Sobika stretched out her palm with a smile and brushed over the scar. In the blink of an eye, the wound was completely healed.

"Okay." Roger stood up impatiently. He had to squat down like a big pet every time he received treatment. Most importantly, Sobika enjoyed it every time.He packed up his things and walked towards the door, "Don't forget to give Camillo some calming and tranquilizing medicine."

Sobika stuck behind him: "Let's go now?"

Roger's footsteps stopped, and Sobika, who was chasing behind, bumped into his leg. She felt as if she had thrown herself against a super hard wall, and her nose was about to collapse. Angry voice: "What else?"

"Help me get that bottle of potion off the shelf." She rubbed her nose and said.

Roger looked up, and the bottle was obviously placed where Sobika could take it off with the levitation witchcraft, but he took it off anyway: "Here it is for you."

"Help me pour it into the pot."

The Patriarch's face finally sank, but the power of the contract required him to obey, because he signed an equivalent contract with Sobika.At present, he has asked Sobika to do a lot of things for him, which means that he must pay back the same amount.Now he has to do whatever Sobikati asks.

Roger uncapped the bottle and poured the potion into the pot.

"We still need to stir it."

"..." Roger silently took the wooden spoon and stirred the potion in the pot.I really don't know when his "debt" will be paid off for this kind of innocuous "request".

Sobika sat at the high table, propped her head on her hands, swayed her short legs leisurely, made one request after another, and directed Roger to do things for her.

The patriarch of the dignified Dragon Clan has actually been reduced to a handyman.So it is true to say, don't mess with wizards.

Camillo felt that he had had a long dream, and gradually heard the conversation in his ears while he was drowsy.

"Is it this bottle?" It sounded like the voice of a blue bird.

"Hey, that's not right, it's labeled yellow." This is Sobika.

"How many times have I said, don't put healing potions together with other varieties."

"It's not that Roger made a mistake last night!"

Camillo opened his eyes, and the silver light flashed in front of his eyes, which almost dazzled his eyes. He squinted and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a silver needle.

He has a silver needle pierced in his forehead!Camillo immediately sat up in shock.

"Are you awake?" Lan Que pressed his hand that was about to pull out the needle, and carefully removed the silver needle, "Sobika gave you an excessive amount of sedative last night, you can only use this A way to wake you up."

"It's not my fault!" Sobika yelled, it was obviously Roger who added the wrong dosage, so how could it be her fault.

Camilo repeated in doubt: "Tranquilizer?" He clearly remembered that he was still trying to compete with Kai on the training ground, and then he found a suspicious man who was holding his breath and making himself invisible, and then they fought...

"You lost control during the battle yesterday, and the orc went berserk. It was the patriarch who brought you back."

"Patriarch? Roger?"

"You don't remember?" Lanque probed his forehead to confirm that he didn't have a fever. "The one who fought with you yesterday was the patriarch."

That suspicious man is actually his father? !No wonder it's amazingly strong!Memories were pieced together in his mind. He still remembered that Kai was injured by Roger, and then...he wished to kill him for revenge, and then his head began to hurt, and his eyes seemed to be burning, and the memory began to blur here.He settled down and asked, "Where's Kai? Is he okay?!"

Blue Bird didn't care too much about a demon slave, so he answered briefly, "It's not lightly hurt."

"Damn it, Roger did it?"

The blue bird was taken aback for a moment, turned its fingertips, and tapped on Camillo's forehead: "No, it's you."

Camillo was taken aback, opened his mouth in astonishment, and stammered after a while, "No, it's not me. This, how is this possible?"

"When the orcs go berserk, they don't distinguish between friends and foes. Kai was already injured. Under such circumstances, it is naturally difficult for the weak to protect themselves." Blue Bird's tone was very ordinary, as if this kind of thing is already very common in Dragon Valley. "In the future, I will be in charge of your training courses and teach you to control your animal nature."

In Blue Bird's eyes, Kai, who is a slave, cannot be called Camillo's "teacher". He is only valued because he can use magic, which helps Camillo improve his fighting skills.Now that Camelot is proficient in fighting magic, Kai naturally loses his value, and life and death are no longer important.

Slaves have no status in Dragon Valley, just like utensils, they only have value when they are needed.

"I'm going to see Kai." Camillo pursed his lips and said softly.

"Why?" Blue Bird didn't understand, but a slave...

Camillo's memory is still limited to the cognition that he is a celestial being. In the celestial world, "equality" is almost a common sense.But the dragon race, like the human race, advocates the class system, and the original thinking is different.He didn't explain much, just promised that he would never delay his usual training, "So, please let me go."

In tone, almost praying.