The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The puppet and the soul in the main body can be converted to each other. The most common conversion method is to switch through deep sleep, which is also the gentlest method. The other is when the puppet dies, and the soul will be forcibly stuffed back into the main body. The owner of the main body suffered a certain backlash.

Camillo used the former method to return to his original body. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar bedroom, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Then he got out of bed and poured a glass of water, and drank it on his back. Finally, his throat was no longer swollen and painful, and his body was still comfortable.

"Who is it!" Jeremy rushed into the room with a sword in his hand, and when he saw that Camillo had woken up, he froze for a second, then hurriedly put away his sword, "I'm sorry, Wang, I heard the movement and thought there was a killer. "

"Unresponsive..." Someone drinking water gave him a blank look.

"Huh?" Jeremy didn't respond at all.

"Idiot, with your reaction speed, if the killer came in, I would have died." He put down the glass and asked again, "Where is Kylia, why are you in Aerys?"

Jeremy reported very respectfully: "Kilia is fighting near Kuran, preparing to occupy the nearby Holy See and block the news of the priest's disappearance!"

Camillo let out an "oh", but he was very considerate for him, which was indeed in line with Kylia's style.

Jeremy continued: "So in order to save Kuran's children from the war, some young children were transferred to Kuran."

"what?!"

At this time, it was obviously too late to object, as a large wave of children rushed in from outside the door.

"King! You are awake!"

"I can't call you, I want to call you, you fool."

"Hey - what is this on the table, can it be eaten?"

"Wow, this thing is so cool."

Seeing Camillo's deteriorating expression, Jeremy quickly explained with a dry smile: "These children are more or less capable of priests. I think keeping them nearby will also ensure your safety."

With a gloomy face, Camillo strode towards the dining table and snatched the enchanted short knife from the little boy's hand. "Whoever touches my things again, I will throw you out of the window."

The room fell silent, and Jeremy quickly smoothed things over and said, "The king wants you to be obedient and don't mess with things, hehehe."

Camillo raised his eyebrows: "I hate two things the most, old people and children. The biggest thing they have in common is that they are all twittering to death but can't do anything, and the country wants to waste resources on them. Valuable things should be swept away and thrown into the trash can, do you think I run a kindergarten here!"

Jeremy froze in embarrassment, how could he recover from the presence of the children.

The child named Ike asked innocently: "What is kindergarten?"

"It's the nursery school in Mozu language." Jeremy bent down and explained patiently. Fortunately, Camillo spoke the common language, and the speed of his speech was too fast. Excited to think what a good thing it is.

At this time, Camillo clutched his left abdomen and sat down on the chair, with a forbearing and painful expression on his face.

The little priest Ai Yi who had treated him walked up to him and asked softly, "My lord, does your wound still hurt?"

"Well, the recovery is slower than before this time."

Ai Yi explained: "Because after your soul leaves the body, all signs of the body will be static, and the wound will neither heal nor deteriorate."

Camillo remembered that another body was still allergic to alcohol, he couldn't help but sighed, and asked with a frown, "Do you know how to cure alcohol allergy?"

"Alcohol allergy?" Ai Yi was a little puzzled, but she still answered patiently, "There are no effective medicines for the allergy. If it is not serious, it will be cured automatically in a day or two."

Camillo was silent, which meant that if he didn't return to his original body, the symptoms of alcohol allergy would never return, and Jeremy poked him right at this time.

"By the way, Wang, is the dance going well?"

Camillo stared at him coldly, "Don't mention it!"

This is the worst time he has failed as a villain. Under the influence of alcohol last night, what he did, what he said, and the scene where he rolled himself up in the quilt and imagined that he was a silkworm baby.

It shames him in retrospect, it *doesn't go according to plan!

"Is there anything Wang Cheng has to deal with recently?" He stood up and said, he couldn't wait to find something serious to divert this damn attention.

"Yes...but I think you need to recover from your injuries." Jeremy hesitated and then took a few documents from the bookcase.

Camelot snatched it over. The content is probably that Wadley King City interrupted its trade with Iris, declaring that the Bendis Mine must reduce the price of iron ore, otherwise it will increase the tariff price of all items.

tariff?Do you really think they are two countries? Camillo raised his eyebrows in disdain and asked, "Who is Te/Prang, the lord of Wadley?"

"He's a businessman, half of Wadleigh's estate is in his name," Jeremy replied.

"Why does a businessman become a politician."

"This... I don't know either."

"Then I'll meet him." Camillo stepped out the door without hesitation.

A group of people hurriedly chased after him, the maid helped him comb his hair, Jeremy helped him put on his coat, and a group of little kids behind him graciously handed him weapons.

"Can we go too, Wang?" the children asked excitedly.

"Of course, I don't want to raise a guy who only knows how to eat rice."

This made all the children shout excitedly, but Jeremy frowned suddenly, and let a group of little ones under ten years old follow him into the battlefield?

Camillo retorted without looking back, "There's nothing wrong with it."

Jeremy pursed his lips, knowing that his mental activities were heard by the dark god again, alas...

Camillo led a group of children to the high platform, he whistled, and a dragon roar echoed him not far away.

"Wow, look, look, is that a dragon?"

"It's so big, look at it flying over."

The child was really noisy. If it wasn't because he only had one hand, Camillo would have covered his ears at this time. At this time, cheers erupted from the square under the high platform, and Aerys' supporters waved handkerchiefs excitedly. waved to their lord.

Camillo didn't have time to pay attention to them. After Zero flew over, he stood up and stood on the dragon's back. "You guys, if you don't have the ability to come up, you can go back to sleep."

Zero flew back and forth along the high platform two or three times. Half of the children successfully jumped up, and some fell down and were caught by the crowd in the square. In the end, the rest were some who were too young to jump up, or who were Don't dare to jump.

"Okay, Zero, let's go."

Zero, who hadn't seen Camelot for several days, seemed a little excited. It let out a cheerful cry, and carried a group of people into the sky.The fairy dragon's speed made some children scream, but after they got used to it, they laughed excitedly again.

Jeremy directed the children carefully: "Grab the dragon scales so they won't fall off. Grab the edges instead of pulling the roots of the scales. That's right. That's it. Sit down obediently. Hey! It's you, no! Run on the back of a dragon!"

Camillo looked at him with his head up and smiled: "Hello, Director."

"Huh?" Jeremy looked up in confusion.

"Principal of the kindergarten, I'll call you that from now on."

"..." Jeremy blushed immediately, but he didn't dare to refute Camillo. After a while, the kid around him shouted away.

After a while, they had already flown above Wadleigh Castle, and Camilo patted Zero on the neck, signaling it to fly lower.

When the huge dragon body appeared from the clouds, there were panicked exclamations from the ground.

"Look for a suitable place to land," Camillo looked in the direction of the palace, "Just stay there."

At this time, Trump/Plan was holding a commercial reception in the palace. All the rich and famous people gathered together. Panic.

"Listen up, everyone, let the city lord Te/Prang come out and negotiate with me, otherwise I will kill a person in ten seconds, ten, nine..."

Scattered in the square outside the palace, it spread its wings and let the children on it slide down from it like a slide.

"My lord, we can make people fall asleep!" The child raised his hands enthusiastically.

"Okay, just use this, remember to make it more realistic."

So when he counted to one, a lady fell down in the venue, and the soldiers who tried to attack the dragon were also hypnotized by the little priests. This kind of hypnosis can even stop people's heartbeat for a short time, and As real as death.

There were screams in the palace, and the city lord finally came out from the main entrance surrounded by many guards, and angrily said: "Stop, who the hell are you!"

Camillo didn't bother to answer his question, but walked up the steps to him alone. The soldiers didn't stop him, but once they got close to him, they would be so oppressed by the coercion around him that they couldn't breathe.

"You...what are you going to do?" Trump/Plan panicked and backed away.

Camillo looked around and noticed a little boy hiding behind the soldiers not far away, staring nervously at him and Trump.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked, "Are you the son of the city lord?"

The boy was so scared that he didn't make a sound, but Camillo didn't need him to answer and he could hear the answer from his heart. He walked up to the boy with a smile, bent down, and said in a low voice, "Welcome to the kindergarten."

"Ahhh!" Then he threw the boy in a parabola towards Jeremy, and the headmaster hurriedly turned around and instinctively caught the boy.

Trump/Plan was startled and hurried to chase after him: "No! You can't do this!"

"Don't be so excited," Camillo held him back, and the domineering force made him unable to break free. "Now we can discuss the issue of tariffs and trade."