The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

After a while, the old man came back with an old medicine box on his back and handed it to Irma.

Irma opened the medicine box, took out a small sticker and handed it to Gulliver: "Sorry, I hurt you."

"?" Gulliver was taken aback.

"Here." Irma pointed to her cheekbones, "Scratched."

"Oh." Gulliver had completely forgotten his original intention of looking for someone to do his best. He only remembered it after he reminded him, and shook his head, "No need, it will grow up soon." His self-healing ability is very strong, which hurts everyone. Put the hours in and it will be fully grown.

"Let me come, you can't see." Irma peeled off the sticker, leaned closer and carefully cleaned the wound with disinfectant, and then stuck it on the cheekbone, saying, "It's almost healed, and your resilience is very strong."

His beautiful face is close at hand, his eyelids are half drooped, and his pupils are as transparent and deep as fine emeralds.Gulliver smelled the fresh body odor on his body, as well as the faint smell of sweat and blood. For some reason, his heart beat wildly, and he almost couldn't help jumping up when touched by his cold fingers.

"Okay." Fortunately, Irma left quickly, took a few steps back and stood in the shadow of the ice curtain, unbuttoned the collar of the night jacket, and rolled the right sleeve off her shoulder, preparing to treat her wound.

His entire right arm was already soaked in blood, and the dark red blood stains against the snow-white skin looked shocking.He poured disinfectant on the wound and roughly cleaned it, biting the bandage and trying to wrap it around his arm, but because of the one-handed operation, he was a little powerless.The old man wanted to help him, but his burnt and scorched hands couldn't even hold the bandages tightly.

"I'll help you." Gulliver looked at his white, slender, muscular arms, felt that terrible heart palpitations coming again, collected himself, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come to the light."

"...Thank you." Irma hesitated, walked out of the shadow of the ice veil, and handed him the bandage, "Please."

Under the dim light, Gulliver saw that the wound he had made was quite deep. Fortunately, it was a cold light sword, and there was no burn, so he put down the bandage, took a tube of quick gel, and glued it carefully to the wound: "This way No scars."

Irma smiled lightly, didn't say anything, just stood quietly and let him do it, the whole process was motionless, her face didn't change, as if she didn't feel any pain at all.

Gulliver was amazed at his endurance, and at the same time understood why he didn't care about scars—his shoulders, arms, chest... there were dozens of ugly scars everywhere, big and small, Some are like knife wounds, others are like welts, new and old, overlapping.But generally speaking, there were very few new injuries, and most of them were old injuries, leaving only thin white scars.

"Is this left by King Beard?" Gulliver was a little inexplicably angry, "He often beats you?"

"Slaves are like this." Irma said indifferently, "When I was young, I was disobedient and was always beaten. When I grow up and become sensible, it will be fine."

What he said was numb and plain, but it contained countless thought-provoking bitterness.Gulliver never knew that a person needs to pay such a price when he grows up. He always thought that being forced to give up his personal hobbies because of his status as a prince was already a great sacrifice. Only when he looked at Irma did he realize that compared to himself It's really moaning|groaning.

Percy was right, he was poor and hypocritical.

"What is this?" Gulliver wrapped the bandage for him, and found a palm-sized mark on his right shoulder blade, which looked like an eye. He touched it lightly and felt the abnormal unevenness of the skin. It's a burn from a soldering iron.

Irma trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "The eye of Heki, the brand of a slave, was branded by the king for me."

Gulliver clenched his fist subconsciously, as if his heart was being held by an invisible hand. He couldn't tell what it was like, but it was very, very uncomfortable.

Irma put on her clothes silently, fastened the buttons, and gave Gulliver a meaningless smile: "Don't be afraid, slaves are like this. Don't look at it next time, so you won't feel sick."

"No." Gulliver blurted out, but he didn't know whether he was saying he was not afraid or disgusted. Looking at Irma's young and numb face, he suddenly felt an urge to hug him.

"And here." In the end, Gulliver didn't do anything, picked up another sticker in the medicine box, and carefully pasted it on his scratched cheekbone.

"Thank you." Irma said in a low voice, packed the medicine box, handed it to the old man, gave him a few gestures, and then said to Gulliver, "I have to go back, the king is about to wake up, he can't see me would be suspicious."

Gulliver nodded.Irma waved to the old man.The old man looked at him reluctantly for a while, picked up the lamp on the ground, walked into the depths of the sub-continent with his crutches and crouched body.

The surroundings gradually fell into darkness, but Irma was not in a hurry to leave.Gulliver heard his light footsteps coming towards him, stopped about one meter away, and then said: "Sir... oh, you are now His Majesty's bodyguard, Mr. Georg. Please remember you To my promise, today's matter will never be mentioned to anyone."

Gulliver thought for a while, but didn't agree to him, only said: "I promise not to mention tonight's matter to the regent and other Herki people."

Irma was silent for a while, and said helplessly: "Well, Your Majesty is a good person, I can see that. Please..."

"As long as you don't do things that are not good for him, I will never reveal your secret." Gulliver gave himself the greatest guarantee. After all, what Irma did was too weird, and Zhou Wei It was his and Percy's destined mate, and he couldn't put the latter in danger because of the former.

"Okay." Irma retreated to the next best thing, without demanding anything, and said, "Let's go, it's getting late, and if we miss the time, we may encounter Xinghuan's patrol soldiers."

The two walked out of the glacier in silence, flew out of the subcontinent from the crack, and flew back to the crescent moon island.Irma hid the flying wings in the reef cave, and took Gulliver to swim back to the stars from the depths of the sea through the inland river.

As soon as he landed, the sluices that were opened at different times at night were closed. Irma breathed a sigh of relief, shook the water on his body, and said in a low voice, "I'm going back, my lord. Goodbye."

The dense jungle, the dark night, with the dim light of the halo, Gulliver looked at his green eyes as deep as the sea, and nodded silently.Irma touched her chest with her right hand, bowed slightly to salute him, and then quickly crossed the jungle like a tiny shadow and disappeared in the direction of the Prince Regent's bedroom.

At the same time, in a forest in the southwest of Xinghuan, Percy was lying bored on a thick branch and counting the stars.In front of him is a semi-circular palace, built on the hillside, and the walls are covered with dark green vines, full of fairy tale color.

This is the residence of Valentin, the number one confidant under the Prince Regent's command.

Percy didn't hide here as a sloth for no reason, and he noticed that Valentin was in an abnormal mood at the welcome banquet tonight.This is a strange intuition. Since he was a child, he has an extraordinary ability to judge the dangers that are about to happen. If a person makes him feel uncomfortable with every gesture on a certain day, then there must be something wrong with this person.

Well, mostly because he's a suspicious Scorpio.

#Every act of trying to deceive Scorpio is death#

At the darkest moment before dawn, the entire Xinghuan Palace fell into sleep, except for the maids and patrols on duty at night, there was no human voice anywhere.Suddenly, Percy's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body tensed up like a fully drawn bowstring—it was dangerous!

A black figure appeared in the bushes to the east, jumped up the courtyard wall like a ghost, climbed the vines on the palace wall, and jumped up to the window on the second floor with a slight swing.

Against the light blue backdrop of the curtains, Percy finally saw him clearly.It was a tall and straight man, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was dressed in black to outline a vigorous figure. He was slightly shorter than Valentin, but he was considered quite tall among men.Being able to maintain such good agility at such a height is obviously the result of long-term military training.

The man stood in front of Valentin's window, with his toes stepping on the narrow window sill, and holding the vine with one hand, his body remained motionless, only a lock of hair by his ear fluttering gently with the night wind.From a distance of more than ten meters, Percy couldn't help giving him a thumbs up for his lurking skills - it's too good, the best spy of the Baker Legion is nothing more than this level.

Suddenly, the man snapped his fingers lightly, and in the quiet night, it was like two small stones being blown by the wind and bumped into each other.As soon as the sound fell, there was a sound of "嗤——", and a blue cold light cone shot out through the gap in the curtain, piercing his throat!The man turned his head sideways, grabbed the window pane with one hand and jumped into Valentin's bedroom.

coming!Percy's eyebrows twitched, his toes fluttered a little on the branch, and he floated into the yard like a big roc with wings spread, grabbed the vines, and floated up to the roof.The roof was covered with thick dark green vines, which made it very difficult to hide his footsteps. Percy held his breath, moved inch by inch to Valentine's bedroom, and quietly crouched down.

The room was soundproof, but the mantagrouse's hearing was almost as good as that of a top-notch bug, and as long as there was a slight gap for sound to come through, it would never escape Percy's ears.

There was a rustling sound in the room, like the soft sound of clothes rubbing against each other in close combat.After a short while of "Chi——", Valentin released the cold light cone again, and then, "Chi" sounded continuously, like a torrential rain, for hundreds of times before slowly stopping.

"You're lazy." A strange and majestic male voice said, "You haven't made any progress for more than 20 years, what a waste... How can you beat me with what I taught you?"

Valentin gasped for breath, did not answer, and could vaguely hear the sound of him rubbing his molars.

"Still think your choice is not wrong?" The man asked lightly, "I thought you were a smart person, but it turns out that you are much more stupid than I imagined, and you still can't see your new master clearly after all these years." After a pause, suddenly He smiled lightly and said, "Well, if you are willing to meet me behind Beard's back, it means you are not too stupid."

"Last time." Valentin gritted his teeth and said, "I have paid off everything I owed you, from now on only you owe me..."

"You don't owe me anything, I don't need anything in return, Valentin, you owe it to all the dead Issa, and the entire Issa empire!" the man interrupted him in a low but stern tone, " As for me, hehe, whatever you want, there are still few people who hate me? You, Beard, and all of you Herki people... I don’t care about anything.” After a pause, he said in a low voice, “You are just like them ,I do not care."

Percy, who was lying on the roof, was stunned by their miraculous conversation—Valentine actually met the Issa envoy behind King Beard's back!

It turns out that what the ground agent in Tianri Space City said is true, Valentin is really a boy who betrayed the Issa people and surrendered to King Bield!

So who is this person who came to him?From the tone of his voice, this man had a lot of background, he seemed to be Valentin's former master, he kind of hated him for being weak, but he was very contemptuous and dismissive of King Beard.

In short, Kuba is a force to pull.

So should I call someone to catch them now, or just let it be and be an ethical bug?

As a Goldfinger-like existence, Percy lay on the roof and struggled silently.