Dragon's Professionalism

"They... what are they doing!"

The guard stood blankly in front of the door, his voice trembling unconsciously.He looked at the tragedy in the courtyard in disbelief, almost thinking he was dreaming—until a pair of warm hands covered his eyes, and Ning's voice sounded softly beside his ears: "Don't look, my dear, Don't look."

Ning hugged him gently, feeling the guard's body trembling slightly in his arms.

The bright red blood flowed all the way from the edge of the lawn, and the unpleasant sweet smell rushed straight to the nose. The scene was terrifying and bloody, and it could be called hell... If there is hell for chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.

Just less than three meters in front of them, a large flock of chickens and ducks was being slaughtered inhumanely, with blood and feathers flying all over the sky, and an obese butcher was busily chopping off their heads.Whenever he shakes the fat all over his body and chops off the neck of a chicken, there will be a burst of female screams all around:

"I bet the blood sprayed ten feet high!"

"My God! My God! That chicken is still moving!"

Under their eager gaze, the butcher who usually slaughters cows full-time does not have the slightest awareness of killing chickens with a ox knife. He happily chops off the necks of chickens one by one, which makes the beautiful green lawn of the castle splashed with jet-shaped chickens. Blood.As the number of slaughtered chickens and ducks increased, they even overflowed the lawn, dripped all over the ground, and glistened in the reflection of the sun.

And a little farther away from them, some people were working together to chop the beef.The beef beef shoulders specially supplied to the royal family have big waists, rich fat, and strong bones. This caused them to raise the knife high and then drop it hard every time they cut a part. ” There was a muffled sound mixed with metal.

The scene in front of me can be regarded as the cruelest massacre in the past century - between humans and domestic animals.

Obviously, the civilians who invaded the castle planned to hold a dinner for themselves with the food in the castle. At this time, they were slaughtering pigs and sheep and making preparations, while the guards and the dragon stood in front of this strange scene , one covering the eyes of the other.

After trembling for about ten seconds, the guard finally couldn't stand it any longer. He forcibly pulled Ning's hand covering his eyes, and asked in a dissatisfied tone: "Why did you cover my eyes? I'm not that fragile yet... Guangming By God, they're just killing chickens!"

"I just think this scene is a bit... well, since you want to see it." Ning shrugged indifferently, and simply took a step back obliquely, revealing a large field of vision to Yang.The guard's attention was quickly attracted by the temporary slaughterhouse in front of him, and he didn't notice at all that Princess Annebella happened to be guarded by a group of strong women in the direction where Ning retreated quietly. Then, hurriedly walked through the hall.

——Ning covered Yang's eyes because he was worried that he was afraid?

It's just that he doesn't want him to see the figure of the princess!

Yang obviously didn't know about this, he still focused his eyes on the crowd on the lawn, and soon found that at the end of the crowd, a group of nobles were gathering together tremblingly.They bowed their heads and bowed their backs, and took off all the jewels and jewelry, trying to make their presence smaller, but unfortunately, among the civilians wearing coarse clothes, the nobles in silk and satin are always particularly conspicuous .

At least Jan saw them at a glance.

A few men who were apparently from common background were standing next to the nobles, arguing in a low voice. They all blushed and were obviously very excited.The guard weighed his toes curiously, trying to see their mouth shapes clearly, but unfortunately he didn't light up the corresponding skill points, he could only watch their discussion blankly, and he couldn't hear a word.

Ning turned his head to look at him, and asked softly, "Do you want to hear what they are talking about?"

Seeing that the guard nodded, he smiled lightly, took out two small metal pieces, handed one to the guard for him to stuff in his ears, and he popped the other out soundlessly, right on the ground. In the hood behind one of the men, he controlled his strength very well, the man didn't notice it, and was still arguing fiercely:

"...You shouldn't have done this! The king is dead, and the matter should end here! Why kill those gentlemen? They didn't do anything wrong!"

"You're still calling them masters! God of Light, John, you should really see what you look like now! You're so groveling - you're like a slave sleeping in a pasture!"

They were arguing, their voices unknowingly raised higher and higher, and even faintly turned into a quarrel.

"Why can't I call them lords? They are lords in the first place. If the kind master Barn hadn't taken in my grandfather, he might have froze to death in the cold north wind! You are right, I am indeed a slave." Descendants, but my grandfather never slept in a meadow, but in a clean and tidy wooden hut! Master Barn has been so kind to our family, but you want me to repay them with a butcher knife?!"

Facing his questioning, the other person subconsciously lowered his voice:

"We don't need to kill everyone! We can completely let him go..."

"Yes, in that case you will definitely not kill my Lord Bahn, but you will probably kill other Master Bahn, more Master Bahn..." The man with the hood said softly: "I won't let you do it, Richard, you know I can stop you."

They looked at each other without giving in, and it was clear that neither was going to compromise.

The small group that had been arguing was apparently headed by these two, and when they reached an impasse, the whole group fell silent at the same time.

After a long time, the man named Richard finally gave up.He looked away and sighed in a low voice: "Well, I don't think I can convince you anymore, but I can think of another solution."

"Okay." John, wearing a hood, breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something, Richard suddenly pulled out his long sword, rushed out of the crowd, and ran towards the direction of the nobles!

"Richard!" John exclaimed, but Richard never looked back.

"Look - John - this is my solution!"

Richard shouted sharply, his expression was cold and resolute, the sharp sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and he didn't even hesitate or pause in his steps, obviously he had made up his mind...

He actually wanted to kill those nobles directly!

"God of Light! Stop him!" The guard exclaimed, dropped the metal block in his hand, and ran away without hesitation.As he ran, he took the helmet off his head, took aim a little, and threw it hard at Richard's back——

Only a loud "bang" was heard, and Richard fell to the ground in response.The guard's helmet hit him hard on the back of the head, and he passed out without even groaning, a big lump swelled up on the back of his head.

The helmet gurgled and rolled to the ground, stained with dirt and blades of grass.

"Oh...God...Richard..." John hurried to Richard's side, looking at the bump on the back of his head in bewilderment: "Is he all right...I mean, he's not going to die... ..."

He looked at the guard with concern.

"Uh, this... I..." The guard hesitated: he wasn't sure, he just remembered that he threw the helmet with all his strength...

"He won't." Ning's voice sounded from behind the guard, and the moment he heard his voice, the guard immediately relaxed.He rubbed the guard's shoulder, smiled at him, and then naturally walked in front of him, keeping Jan behind him.

Under John's vigilant gaze, Ning bent down slightly, picked up the helmet on the ground, patted the dust on it, and showed it to the other party: "See? There are magic runes engraved on it, guarantee it Hit creatures have similar effects: stunned, aching, or unscathed. If it just hit a troll or a squirrel, I can't vouch for how badly they're hurt...but, humans..."

He shook his head and said, "Sir, I promise he will have nothing but the swelling on the back of his head."

"I think this swelling is serious enough." John's tone was full of doubt.Ning smiled, handed the helmet in his hand to the guard, then took out a small crystal bottle from his bosom, and put a drop of the liquid in it on his hand: "This is my special wound medicine. Swear it works, at least you can't go wrong if you try--you see, it has no side effects."

He waved his hand, and after making sure that John saw it clearly, Ning squatted down to heal Richard, but John stopped him.

"Wait." He said, first scratched his hand with the edge of the sword, and then stretched out the other hand in front of Ning: "You give me the medicine, I want to test it myself."

Ning looked at his bleeding wound, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Although I can understand your approach, I have to say... Dear Sir, although they all belong to the category of trauma, the wound medicine for bleeding and swelling ...they usually won't be the same kind."

John: ...

He looked a little embarrassed, and the guard tiptoed a little, looked at him quietly over Ning's shoulder, and then poked Ning's waist hard.

"He's bleeding!"

Yang said sternly, and Ning reacted quickly, and immediately continued: "Fortunately, I have both kinds of medicine here, just in time to show you the effect."

While talking, Ning handed the crystal bottle in his hand to John, then took out another transparent vial, uncorked the bottle and put it in John's hand, beckoning him to try it: "You can try my special medicine. Try the effect, guarantee immediate results..."

He blinked and swallowed the rest of the promise: John dripped the liquid from the vial on his wound without hesitation.

Sure enough, as the giant dragon said, the effect of this medicine is immediate.Almost as soon as the liquid medicine was dripped on the wound, the thin wound immediately began to heal. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the bloody wound quickly closed, and a complete skin grew quickly. If it wasn't for that position The skin on his face was whiter and tenderer than the surrounding area, and it was not even obvious that the area had been injured.

"Is this... a bit too immediate?"

John looked at his hands suspiciously, and Ning coughed a little dryly, and said softly as a cover-up: "Special medicine, special medicine."