Chapter 249: Cure

"but!"
Cervantes reluctantly raised his left hand, stroking the dagger that had been inserted into his heart. "Sorry, that's all!"
The wanderer's smile always froze on his face. He stared at his eyes, but he couldn't see the figure of the black dragon. He could only hear the sound!
His vision was blurry and his hands were weak. As he passed away, he could only look at the sky with angry eyes, as if cursing something, or he was angry at his indisputability... why the other end Did the black dragon die? !
Hard work does not mean everything!
Although they almost killed their enemies, they also won the respect of Cervantes.
Their efforts are worthy of respect. Even if they almost killed him, it is really only the last point. Even now, his life is constantly being lost. If he is not treated in time, he will definitely die here!
They are very powerful, no matter what their purpose is, but at least they are willing to give their own lives for the purpose. This alone is enough for Cervantes to respect them!
Cervantes is a black dragon. He is a giant dragon. It is naturally impossible to have the same concept as humans.
No matter what kind of dragon is, whether it is a colored dragon or a metal dragon, as long as it is a giant dragon, if their enemies can kill them in a duel of duel, then before their death, their enemies can get him Their respect.
The dragon is proud, even arrogant, capable of defeating the dragon, then the enemy is bound to be very powerful, and died in the hands of such an enemy, there is nothing to regret!
The same is true of Cervantes, he just told them the results of their efforts, in order to prevent the rogue from ‘dead eyes’, but he seems to have screwed up...
But he didn't think much about it, because if he continued to delay, he might die.
‘Latina, help me—’
The goddess of fortune smiled for a while, because she seemed to hear something again.
That stupid dragon!
That stupid dragon actually knew how to communicate with himself through his divine power?
The Goddess of Wealth's astonishment was not over, and was immediately frightened, ‘if you don’t help me, I might die here! ’
"You go to Sera..." Cervantes on the other side seems to have become weak, and the goddess of wealth has felt his weakness from his mind.
"...My heart was pierced..."
Boom!
The goddess of wealth suddenly stood up and knocked down the chair behind her, but she didn't care, turned around and took a step, striding meteorally toward the door.
"Sera! Sera!"
The goddess of wealth pushed open the door with force, and even caused the door to hit the paladin guarding the door.
As she ran, she shouted the servant's nickname, and at the same time she was constantly calling Cervantes, her anxiety over her words.
The Goddess of Wealth didn't hear the maid's response, and hurriedly passed a person around her, "Do you know where the maid is?"
And the person who was pulled by her happened to be her believer. After looking up, she lowered her head in panic, "My Lord--"
"To shut up!"
The goddess of wealth rudely interrupted the believer's words, she groaned grimly: "Do you know?! You just need to tell me if you know!"
The believer has never seen this pair of goddess of wealth, so he was shocked at once, unable to say a word.
"Who?!"
The goddess of wealth let go of the believer and shouted, "Who knows where the maid is?"
"I'm here!"
The maid stood out from the crowd and frowned deeply, "What happened?"
Because of the safety of the goddess of wealth, if Cervantes is not around, she will stay in the city hall. There is a magic circle arranged by the maid, and no killer can sneak in here.
There was a riot in the town hall, so the maid knew immediately.
She just came back from the outside and walked to the second floor, and heard Latnia's cry, which gave her some bad hunches and made the heart palpitations that just appeared somehow worse.
‘It must have happened, or Latínia will never be so panic! ’
After seeing the maid, the goddess of wealth rushed over and grabbed her arm, anxiously: "Quick! Teleport! Seth, Seth..."
Before the words of the goddess of wealth were finished, the maid began to recite the mantra quickly. When the people around them didn't realize what was going on, a flash of light flashed over, and the maid and the goddess of wealth disappeared in front of them. .
People looked at each other, and they suddenly remembered that they hadn't seen their Lord Lord for a long time...
"It won't be..." A civil servant panicked and swallowed, guessing: "What's wrong with Lord Lord?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"What are you talking about?" A man was angrily angrily, "How could Lord Lord have an accident? He had defeated an incarnation of an evil before! With such a powerful person, how could he have an accident?"
The civil servant narrowed his neck and yelled, "No, I don't mean that..."
"What do you mean by that?" Others did not intend to let him go, but pressed step by step.
"Are you saying that Lord Lord is dying?"
"Or--"
"Stop!"
The Deputy Minister of Finance stood up and interrupted these civil servants. After he spoke, everyone was quiet.
The Deputy Minister looked at these people and couldn’t help but anger,
Look at what you look like now? Do you know what you just did? Ah? Bullying your colleagues! Didn’t you think that way? He just put The thoughts in my heart are just out! And what about you?"
He glanced at these people with cold eyes, "Because of your self-deception because of fear, do you think you can change the fact if you escape? If the Lord Lord really has something wrong, how can your words change the fact?"
"Now, let me go back to work!" The deputy minister pointed at them, "Don't talk about it arbitrarily until there is no definite news, whether it's you or you--"
With that said, he pointed to the civil servant who spoke first and shook his finger. "No more! No one can talk about it again before the maidservant returns. Lord Lord does not necessarily have something wrong, If you talk about this, it will only cause panic. Before Lord Lord returns, it will cause more trouble for our police brothers, so do you all understand?"
To be reasonable, to be sentimentally, if the vice minister is not capable, he will not be promoted to this position by the maid. You know, he is a civilian.
"Listen to..."
The civil servants are somewhat depressed, but the deputy minister can't manage so much, because Wind City is not big, and there will not be too many real officials, more clerks and clerks.
He still has a lot of important work to do, so he nodded to these civil servants, "That's good, go to work!"
After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry. The civil servants glanced at each other, and then took their steps or sat back in their seats. The Ministry of Finance was working again, but it became much quieter than before.
The Goddess of Wealth didn't know how much confusion she caused. She was brought to Cervantes by the maid, and she saw the dagger on the black dragon's chest at first glance.
He is really dying...
Standing here, the Goddess of Fortune can feel that his life is constantly being lost, so after the space is stabilized, she immediately used a [medical technique] against Cervantes to stabilize his state.
【Treatment of Fatal Injury】!
【Breath of Life】!
Although it takes twice as much divine power to visit other fields, Latinia can't manage so much now.
It is already extravagant to consume divine power to heal itself, and here is not her holy city. It is simply a delusion to quickly add divine power. After this treatment, the goddess of wealth needs at least two months to recover~www.mtlnovel .com~ After the Black Dragon's injury recovered a bit, the maid pulled out the dagger inserted into Cervantes' heart as directed by the goddess of wealth, glanced in disgust, and then put away the dagger.
The light in the hands of the goddess of wealth flickered, and the black dragon's breath finally stabilized.
Feeling the bloating pain when the heart beats, Cervantes slowly opened his eyes and saw the maid at first sight!
Then the goddess of wealth hurried over and asked, "How are you? Seth, are you okay?"
The maid did not speak, but looked at him silently.
Cervantes leaned against a tree that had been burned to charcoal, with a daze in his eyes, barely grinning.
Who made him a dragon?
If it wasn't for the dragon's vitality, he might have died early...
"For the time being...is it all right..."