The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 994 994. Ron's Story

Ron, who went to visit, saw Luther, who was pale and sweating in the room.

At this time, Luther was as weak as a baby, raving from time to time in his sleep.

After the diagnosis, the accompanying doctor told Ron that the illness was not a fake. Luther was very ill, like a severe cold caused by cold air entering the body, and the fever has not subsided so far.

Ron looked at Luther who was still asleep, sighed, and nodded to the doctor beside him.

Several Sinnoh senior officials standing beside looked at each other, a little at a loss and a little disbelieving.

Before they came, they always thought that Luther was pretending to be sick in order to avoid the dispute between the two regions, but the current diagnosis slapped them in the face.

"Really not pretending to be sick?"

Someone quietly pulled the accompanying doctor into a corner to check.

"Really not. You can hide it from your eyes by pretending to be sick, but you can't hide it from the machine. Luther is indeed sick. It's a serious cold."

"Combined with Miss Mai's description, Luther had a similar sudden illness a few months ago, and it was also caused by not being prepared to keep warm."

"Mr. Luther's body is very weak, it is recommended to take good care of him."

It is indeed very weak. A few months ago, Luther went deep into the northern part of Sinnoh, which was blocked by heavy snow, without any equipment.

But what time is it now?
Qi Dao was so hot that the water coming out of the faucet was boiling hot. It would be an exaggeration to put the fried eggs in a pan, but it is probably possible that the egg white can be turned into egg white.

Ron, who was still worried about Luther's condition, glanced at the air conditioner in the hall whistling, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Since he was really ill, it was not good for the high-level officials to bother him in the room. They asked people to put aside the visiting gifts and then retreated.

Mai was about to send it off, but saw Ron standing in front of Luther's bed and did not intend to leave.

"Ah, I want to stay with Luther for a while, don't you mind?"

Mai was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Luther before leaving.

The door was gently closed, and Ron walked to the balcony and threw a poke ball.

The cuckoo pigeon that ran out of the poke ball raised its wings and saluted Ron.

"There is an elf approaching the balcony, remind me."

After speaking, Ron drew the curtains, and the room became dark all of a sudden.

With his back to Luther, Ron was silent for a long time, as if he was brewing emotions, thinking about what tone to use to speak.

"I know you have resentment against Sinnoh for wanting to throw you to Galar. This kind of collision between regional alliances is beyond the reach of ordinary trainers."

"The ability of a single person has little effect in this matter."

"We thought about finding someone to assist you, but after searching and searching, we found that there is no such thing as you who perfectly meets the conditions."

"And you have never been a person who can be assisted. Your strength is much stronger than others. They are just a burden to you."

Speaking of this, Ron glanced at Luther sleeping soundly on the bed out of the corner of his eye, and decided to continue talking.

He turned around and looked directly at Luther's sleeping face.

"What a trick." Ron smiled and sighed.

Ron picked up the fruit basket that Luther brought to condolences, opened it, took out Luther's favorite pear, and peeled it.

"A big thing happened the year I came into the league."

"There is a very vicious guy who hurt people and seriously injured the elf who was chasing the police. In order to escape, he even blew up the fishing boats that several boatmen along the coast depended on for their livelihood."

Ron's knife skills are very good, the pear flesh has not been peeled off much, and the peeled skin is thin.

"I'm just a rookie who has just entered the alliance. Although I have seen villains during my travels, what kind of villain can be more cruel than this guy?"

"When the alliance learned that I was good at skills, they deliberately let me and several other people who were innocent and hadn't been hooked up with the alliance go overseas."

Ron's hand holding the knife suddenly exerted great strength, and the knife cut deeply into the pear flesh.

A shadow beside Luther's bed swayed like smoke.

Out of the corner of Ron's eye, he noticed this detail. He didn't speak, but slowly pulled out the knife and continued to peel the pear slowly.

"That night, I saw a colleague from the alliance who went to hunt down the wanted criminal. He was carried to the hospital, bloody."

"His elf went to the emergency room and was said to be out of danger until the next day."

"I'm scared. I'm not afraid of your jokes. At that time, I forgot all the enthusiasm when I entered the league. The only thing in my mind was the picture of my colleague and that elf entering the emergency room."

"Will I become like this, will my elf leave me?"

"At that time, my mind was occupied by panic, and all I could think about was how to escape."

Ron smiled and said, "So I, like you, fell ill, very seriously ill."

"I heard that you have been exercising non-stop following Huishi, and you have almost developed your abdominal muscles. Although high-intensity exercise may indeed make you more likely to get sick, but at this juncture..."

"Let me think about it, the icehouse on Qidao should be a good place, go in naked for a while, then run out to bask in the sun, then go in and stay for a while..."

"If you play like this, even Huishi will be seriously ill."

"That's what I did back then."

Luther's hand trembled.

Ron pretended not to see it, and continued to talk on his own.

"I escaped that mission as I wished, and spent over a week in bed recovering."

"One afternoon, I was walking in the corridor of the office, and a colleague told me that the person who replaced me was seriously injured when the team returned from the last mission, and may have to spend the rest of his life with crutches."

"He entered the league only half a year earlier than me, and when he was tested, his match scores were far worse than mine."

"The people who went with me told me that the criminal is not actually strong, but just cunning. Even a few companions with lower battle scores than me can easily subdue him while avoiding the opponent's weapons."

Ron put the peeled pears in the bowl by Luther's bedside.

He did not continue speaking, and silence fell on the room.

"If I hadn't escaped, he wouldn't have replaced me, and maybe he wouldn't have been injured during that mission..."

Ron finished his story, straightened his clothes, and stood up.

"I'm not kidnapping you morally. I have my position. I work for the league. It's my responsibility to persuade you to travel."

"You are the owner of Qidao, and it is your responsibility to plan for the future of Qidao."

"If you insist on not going and keep getting sick, the Sinnoh Alliance will find someone else to travel, and he... I'm sure, he might not even be able to stop one of your elves."

"We'll stay in Shishima for three days, if you want to talk to me, ask Mai to come find me."

After the cooing pigeon flew onto his shoulder, the door was closed by Ron. It took a long time before Luther sat up weakly with Darkley's support.

Looking at the peeled pear in the bedside bowl, Luther sighed deeply.

(End of this chapter)