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Chapter 1067 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (54)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-Four)

Lance was shocked and thinking, and Song Ning was staring at his expression.

His heartbeat was pounding in his chest, and the way he bit his lower lip unconsciously represented his nervousness.

What would the dragon think of him and what would it do?

If that prophecy were to come true, would I end up like that heartless magician, doing things that I don't want to face?

For example, selling him out to the Church of Light, or even worse, killing him and stealing his treasure.

Song Ning's heart was in turmoil. As time went by, his expression gradually became gloomy, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his eyes.

It has happened so many times, yet he still chooses to trust others so easily?

He slowly closed his eyes, holding a magic scroll in his hand.

If he was betrayed again, he would never trust anyone again.

He looked like he had accepted his fate, but there was still a voice in his heart shouting.

No! No, the dragon he raised would never betray him. They would be worthy of each other's trust.

Long must have just been surprised. If Long wanted to betray, why would he go through so much trouble to get those profitable orders?

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Ning's tightly closed eyelids were caressed by warm fingers, and he suddenly opened his eyes. The tall figure of a dragon stood in front of him with a look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling unwell? If that's the case, let's not do it today. Anyway, the order is not urgent. If I want to make money, I can think of other ways."

As he spoke, Lance really started to think about it seriously. In fact, if he wanted to make money, he had other ways.

"I should be able to transform again in a while, and by then I'll be quite strong. Why don't I go hunt monsters then? What do you need?"

"How about you make a list? I think it'll take about a week at most."

Not only will the transformation be completed in a week, but the escort mission to the Nova Chamber of Commerce will probably also be completed. By then, he can temporarily let his clone there find a place to live, and he won't have to worry about not being able to control the two shells.

Lance was thinking in his heart.

Song Ning: "You..."

He wanted to ask if Long meant what he said, but before he could say anything, Long had already pulled out a parchment in front of him and started writing it down. Song Ning only took a glance and realized that all the items written on it were the best-selling Warcraft books in recent times, and his mood became subdued.

"You actually wrote all this down?"

He thought Long was just helping out every day, but he didn't expect that he had underestimated Long.

Lance: "I didn't write it down specifically. It's hard to remember after peeling so many skins, right?"

If these monsters had souls, they would probably become vengeful spirits and haunt him, right?

"You really are..."

Song Ning suddenly laughed, strode over and ruffled Long's hair with his hands.

"No need to bother. There's plenty of 'holy water' here anyway. According to the recovery potion recipe I made, just adding a little 'holy water' will make it the ingredient for the recovery potion. And it's much more effective than the mindless, diluted recovery potion from the Church of Light."

He is not like those brainless idiots in the church who have mountains of gold and silver in their arms but don't know how to make real use of them.

Oh, that's not right. Others don't need to play a real role at all. They just need to mindlessly use this gift from God to exploit others and they can easily exchange it for a lot of money. Then how can people in the church consider others and research better medicinal effects?

Song Ning thought with gritted teeth, but his hands moved quickly.

"Let's get started. One thousand bottles of potion is not a small amount. But I think it will be easier with you here."

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In a dark alley in Lionheart City, two figures met in the darkness of the night. They quickly exchanged the supplies in their hands, and then immediately went in opposite directions.

The thin figure running towards the city had short hair and looked skinny, but he ran at an astonishing speed.

She avoided the guards on curfew patrol and quickly rushed into an old and dilapidated room under the cover of night. She closed the door quietly, took a deep breath, and her face was filled with joy.

"Aunt, uncle, look what I brought back!"

Candles were soon lit in the room, and a tall, skinny figure walked out. The man looked haggard. He looked at his niece in front of him with a dull expression and a hint of anger.

"Hill, didn't I tell you not to go out at night anymore? The church said it's not safe outside the city right now, and we have to get up early tomorrow morning to scrub the church floor. You..."

The girl quickly interrupted her uncle's rambling, "Stop talking about that, uncle. We won't be going to the church starting tomorrow. Let's go find a job. Our family can barely afford to eat, so making money is more important!"

As for that damn blood-sucking church, she even wanted to throw rotten eggs in there to smoke out those disgusting and hypocritical guys!

When her uncle Darcy heard this, his face changed drastically. He stepped forward and grabbed her collar in anger, "What are you talking about? Have you forgotten that your aunt still needs the church's 'holy water' to save her life? You..."

"I know! Of course I know better than anyone else!"

Hill took a deep breath and held his uncle's hand. "But uncle, can't you see clearly now? Those guys from the Church of Light keep saying God loves the world, but in fact, they are cannibalizing people!"

Darcy's fingers stiffened and his body trembled slightly.

"You, you are not allowed to talk nonsense, the church is not..."

"uncle!"

Hill was furious. She raised her voice slightly so that no one outside could hear her. "Have you forgotten? Before we came to the church, Auntie could still eat the freshest and softest white bread every day, drink mushroom soup, and often eat her favorite honey bees."

"But what now?"

Hill thought about the dramatic changes that had taken place in his family in recent days, and his chest heaved violently with anger.

"We not only donated all our property to the church, but we also knelt down before dawn every day to scrub the church floor. But for a month, they haven't shown any intention of giving us the 'holy water' to save my aunt!"

"Stop talking, stop talking."

Darcy squatted down helplessly with his head in his hands. "I know, I know everything. But only holy water, only holy water can save her. If your aunt doesn't have holy water, she will... "

Hill grabbed him and said, "No! Uncle! Look what's in my hand!"

Darcy raised his head with blurred vision and saw a bottle of glowing potion in Hill's hand.

He shuddered all over, and the next second he grabbed the potion in disbelief, "This, this! Is this holy water? How did you get this? Is this from the church?!"

"Bah! This isn't holy water, it's a recovery potion I bought with a gold coin!"