Yousning half opened his eyes, and immediately stroked Ivan's head after all the people who didn't know the truth left.

Although Eric didn't know why Yusning was so friendly to Ivan, Scott tried hard to hold back his laughter when he thought about the fact that Ivan was Sheen.

After lovingly caressing Ivan, Yousning looked in the direction where Everett was leaving resolutely. He sneered:

"This child really looks like his father - I also gave him the right to choose. Don't worry,

"Although the Duke's Mansion has become busy recently, I can still take two hours every day to teleport over to treat the Crown Prince."

Teleport?

The Impes brothers had soulless smiles on their faces.

Scott grabbed the pillow beside him and held it in his hands:

"But I never expected that the current Simulacrum is actually the secondary personality of the dual personality. No wonder so many forces are trying to find him. Even Orendon can't replicate his abilities."

Eric took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it and took a puff of the medicinal cigarette.

He was also curious:

"Isn't this the reason why there are so few people with the ability of [Simulation]? After all, it is really difficult to have absolute talent in painting."

But they have all witnessed Alvy's strength: he soloed the "Mecha Demon King" Levisat when he was not fully awakened, and recently his abilities went out of control and he almost wiped out the "Seven Unthinkables".

Now that I think about it, the previous analysis that "Elvy is good at hot weapon combat" is quite true: the crown prince must have received hot weapon training! Elvy also learned to use them according to his body's intuition -

Elvi is worthy of being called one of the “Unquestionable Seven”!

When Yousning saw Eric smoking, he couldn't help but turn on his pipe and take small sips.

He sighed, "It all depends on whether Everett can hold on to his position as [Simulation]."

-

On the first day of treatment, Everett's groans were heard in the treatment room. He was determined, otherwise, if he were in such pain, an ordinary person would have knelt down and given up on the spot.

The people standing outside the treatment room eavesdropping were frightened by the scene Yousning created, because Yousning brought a lot of special equipment for psychiatric treatment. There were really a lot of things that could be seen and not seen, things that could be named and things that could not be named.

This reminded Ivan of a saying: If you want to master peerless martial arts, you must endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure.

Since Everett is also a "chosen one" with innate abilities, but he is not the protagonist - even the protagonist had to endure the pain of the experiment before officially becoming a member of the "Seven Unquestionables", it's not too much for Everett to undergo long-term treatment, right?

Eric, who was "watching" with Ivan, just smoked the medicine cigarette and didn't say anything, but he was thinking this in his heart:

Come on, Your Highness the Crown Prince. I am a person who doesn’t even have the blessing of the oracle and was a magic idiot before awakening, but I have made it through the most difficult level.

I've endured the physical torture, so...you should be able to get through the mental one, right?

Just as I thought of this, I heard another painful sound due to splitting pain from inside the treatment room.

I heard that it was Everett who voluntarily bit the pad with bandages and absorbent cotton in his mouth to prevent himself from biting his tongue, otherwise he might have cried out.

This is only the first day...

The two people outside fell silent.

But he is worthy of being the protagonist's chosen ally, as he endured such painful treatment.

Even in the middle of treatment, Everett started doing rehabilitation exercises, was able to eat on his own (before, he had such severe headaches that he had no mood to eat, and relied entirely on special nutrient solution to stay alive), and sat at a small table to write and draw.

...

Scott announced that the Crown Prince was ill and needed long-term rest, but the illness was not serious so there was no need to report to the royal family.

While Everett is recuperating, Scott will serve as the grand commander and lead the army to fight everywhere to resist the attacks of Orenden and his allies.

In addition to defense, appropriate attack is also essential. Every time they win a war, they will regain a large area of ​​lost territory. Over time, their power becomes stronger and stronger.

In Ivan's words, "The recovered territory of Portia can be governed by four marquises."

Half a year later, they moved the camp.

The new camp is in Norheim, the eastern city of the Kingdom of Lund. Looking at the map and analyzing the situation, we can fight a few more battles and enter the interior of Orenden.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

Melissa happily took Scott's good news in her hand. She trotted all the way to Everett's room to bring the good news to Everett who was recuperating:

"Everett, great news—what are you doing?"

From Melissa's perspective, the young man with goose-blonde hair was sitting on the tatami with his back to her.

In front of him was a lazy table, on which were placed hot melt glue, glue sticks, scissors, colored paper, needles and thread and other handicraft tools.

What was outrageous was that next to Everett were some fresh flowers and some branches suitable for making wreaths that Eve had brought not long ago.

Melissa thought to herself, "No wonder Eve brought flowers and plants a few days ago, they turned out to be here."

"Uh..."

Avery still had a cap with electrodes on his head. He had lost some weight during the treatment, but he looked better than ever.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged at the lazy table, fiddling with the prototype of the wreath:

"I was...didn't I break your wreath? I wanted to make you a new one."

As Everett fiddled with the semi-finished product, he said:

"I can now get in touch with Alvy's personality. You definitely can't hear what he says. Anyway... I should be able to make a better wreath for you as compensation as long as you do what he says..."

At this moment, Alvy's voice came into Everett's mind:

"Brother, if you really can't do it, don't force it."

From Alvy's tone, Everett knew that his secondary personality was laughing so hard that his nose was full of snot bubbles.

Everett Telepathy:

"What's the next step?"

Elvi: "The melta gun is ready... Don't get your hands on it..."

"what!"

As soon as Alvy finished speaking, Everett actually burned his hand.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Everett shouted from where he sat.

"..."

Fortunately, Melissa already knew that Everett and Alvy shared the same body, otherwise this schizophrenic scene would have been too beautiful.

She placed the victory letter on Everett's desk, then peeked at the half-finished product in Everett's hand:

"Everett and Alvy share the same body, so why is Alvy so skillful while Everett is clumsy?"

"Ahem. Scott's victory letter is here. Remember to read it when you're done."

Everett looked up at Melissa, then lowered his head and continued to tinker with it:

"Got it. You should have a good rest too."

That evening, Melissa received a wreath made by Everett himself. It was obvious that the clumsy hand had tried very hard to replicate Alvy's artwork many years ago.

But the extra hot melt glue and slightly messy matching definitely cannot be compared with professionals. However, Melissa still accepted this compensation gift:

"It's obvious that Everett has tried very hard, so I shouldn't hold it against you."

Although she said she was disgusted, Melissa's body was very honest.

She hummed a tuneless tune and walked briskly back to her room, holding the wreath in both hands and putting it into the acrylic box that had been on the coffee table.

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