Royal Hotel Gossip Daily

The commander fell from a high altitude. Although the national teacher and the mages present used magic to buffer the damage he suffered when he fell, he was still seriously injured, at least seven or eight bones were broken, and there were no holy light mages nearby. He could only simply cast magic, and then use the oldest method to fix his wounds.

After the black dragon was killed, the wyverns retreated in panic, the knights held their positions, and the dragoons and mages arrived the next day. No matter how hard the opponent had a chance of winning, they withdrew their troops and left a few days later.

The commander's feat of slaying the dragon quickly spread all over the world, and the deterrent effect seems to be higher than Moore's use of forbidden techniques to kill the black dragon. After all, Moore used the power of taboo to slay the dragon, and the commander relied on Only the sword in his hand.

His reputation was so high that people rushed out of the hotel every day, asking to be a sharp knife in his hands, willing to give their lives for the country.

They worked hard to gather strength and were preparing to counterattack the imperial capital. Every day, good news came. This seemed to be a happy ending, but one person was very unhappy.

More precisely, Moore was angry.

Everyone was busy with the war, and he was in charge of the logistics, and he was good friends with Arthur, so the matter of taking care of the seriously injured Arthur was naturally handed over to him. He was sulking, and always kept a straight face when facing Arthur, looking annoyed.

Arthur didn't pay much attention to Moore's bad mood. He always dared not look Moore directly, and was flattered by Moore's care.

He is extremely happy every day, and at the same time, this kind of happiness is an unbearable torture for him. Who can bear the fact that the person he loves is close in front of him, but he cannot express his feelings?So those thoughts and whispers that bothered him became more and more crazy these days. He wanted Moore to see only himself in his eyes. He couldn't accept that Moore was still taking care of other wounded, even if those wounded were subordinates who respected and loved him .

He knew how wrong his current behavior was. After the Battle of Alborg, he clearly understood that everything had changed. Crazy thoughts were like a scourge, and he couldn't stop easily.

He almost hates those who attract Moore's attention, and he knows that he should never do so, but he just can't control himself, and the desires listed by the pope as the evil of human nature are surging against his remaining morality and self-control force, he was overwhelmed.

When he was confused in the past, he liked to go to the church alone in the early morning when there was no one around, and stayed under the giant statue of the goddess of light, Matheria, hoping that the loving mother would lead him back to the right path. He didn't know whether prayer was effective, but Prayer can at least calm his mind and allow him to reflect on his mistakes.

At that time, he was a devout believer, a model of knights, but now... when he passed by the church, he no longer took the initiative to step in, and even the routine prayer became a terrible torture.It's not that he's no longer pious, it's just that he doesn't understand whether he, who is so deeply sinful and filthy, is qualified to sing hymns silently under the holy goddess statue.

On the third day, the holy light mages near the temple of light finally arrived here. They used the holy light healing magic on Arthur. The young holy light mages were so excited to see the dragon slaying hero that they spoke incoherently several times Praising Arthur's heroic deeds, even though he was a little too truthful, at that moment, Arthur was still inexplicably complacent, and even enjoyed the feeling of being praised.

Almost at the next moment, his remaining humility prevailed, and deep self-blame surged up. He hated himself for being so arrogant and complacent, but when the Holy Light Mage praised him again, he couldn't contain his pride.

He saw Moore standing aside, looking at him suspiciously with a frown.

Arthur looked away as if nothing had happened, concealing his uneasiness with a guilty conscience, but the Holy Light Mage spoke at the right time and asked Arthur with great concern: "Have you ever been exposed to black magic?"

In an era when sects ruled the world and all other beliefs were treated equally as heresies, this question was abrupt and sharp. Arthur pursed his lips unhappily, while Moore showed a look of surprise.

Only then did Master Shengguang realize that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

"You have some remnants of the Dark Arts," he said. "I'm afraid you've got some Dark Arts."

Arthur looked normal.

"Impossible, I have an excellent expert by my side." He shifted his gaze to Moore, but only stared at Moore's lips and the tip of his nose, avoiding Moore's gaze, and said firmly, "He Never let me be harmed by black magic."

He saw Moore bent his lips inadvertently, as if his heart was suddenly hit by the brilliance, and it was hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart amidst the frantic beating, so he had to lower his gaze again, and simply stared at the toe of Moore's shoe. Not sent.

Moore didn't notice.

He listened to Master Shengguang's idea, and then seriously asked Master Shengguang: "Dragon blood contains ancient magic. Could it be because of this that Arthur killed the black dragon..."

Master Shengguang shook his head: "The commander is not a new curse, he just has some black magic aura left on him, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

Moore still frowned, even stretched out his hand, and gently touched Arthur's forehead.

Arthur immediately froze in place, and even flinched and hid. Moore smiled at him, as if to comfort him not to be afraid, then turned around and continued to talk to the Holy Light Mage.

"It's called black magic, but it's more like the traces of magic left behind by children playing pranks." He said softly, "This kind of magic doesn't have any effect on people."

Master Shengguang agreed.

He once again praised Arthur for his bravery in slaying the dragon, while Moore was lost in thought.

Even if the remaining black magic didn't have any effect on Arthur's body, he shouldn't be so dull that he didn't notice it.The black magic seemed to appear suddenly, and it was really weird.

The broken bones were reconnected and healed, most of the wounds were healed, and the over-excited Holy Light Mage finally left. Even so, Arthur still needed a long time to recover his physical strength.

Arthur could no longer go to the front as a commander for at least a month.

Moore sat on the high chair and looked at Arthur, with countless malicious curses and magic in his heart, but he never thought of the black magic corresponding to the remaining traces on Arthur. Reaching out, he touched Arthur's skin again.

He needs to figure out the source of this black magic, and he is worried that this magic will have a bad effect on his friend.But to his surprise, this time, he didn't notice the existence of black magic at all.

The previous feeling evaporated out of thin air like water vapor, leaving no trace.

He felt more and more uneasy, and then saw Arthur's eyes dodge, his expression was a little complicated, and he was impulsive, and he grabbed Arthur's wrist.

"Don't move." Moore said with a frown, "I need to check your body carefully."

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Arthur: Check...check your body...

Moore: Check your body, what's wrong?

Arthur: Check.check.body.body.

Moore: Yes, what?

Arthur: Check!check!body!body! ! !

Moore: ... (Looking at the worried eyes of the silly son)