Chapter 2677 Recovery

A year is nothing to most people, but to Elder Mai Sonoda who has to face his only blood relative who is unconscious every day, it is like living in hell.

"I would rather Beibei be as rebellious as the little princess."

Elder Mai Sonoda choked with sobs.

These words probably come from her sincerity, but if Beibei is really as unruly as Princess Analetta or Princess Remi, maybe Sonoda Mai will be so angry that she will slap Beibei's butt swollen, or even He swore that he would rather Beibei was in a coma for a year than be like this.

I think I guessed it right, human beings are such a collection of contradictions.

"A coma that lasts for up to a year can be exchanged for a powerful being whose bloodline power is activated. This price is worth it no matter how you look at it."

Taylor glanced at Elder Mai Sonoda and said leisurely.

Elder Mai Sonoda looked embarrassed and turned away in embarrassment.

Sure enough, comparing the two, she longed for Beibei to have more powerful power.

Just looking at her eyes at this moment, it seems that she is still brooding about the longest coma time of one year. This is hoping that Taylor can perform exceptionally, create miracles, and immediately wake up Beibei who is in a sleeping state!

People, don't be too greedy. Being greedy can easily lead you to lose your way.

Take the strong-minded elder Mai Sonoda, for example. Ever since her eyes revealed the desire for Beibei to wake up quickly, the way she looked at Taylor became less grateful.

I don't even think about it, if it weren't for Taylor, Beibei would have lived for another two months at most. After two months, Elder Mai Sonoda would have no choice but to face Beibei's body, or maybe the little tomb bag, and shed all her old tears.

After a lot of effort, Taylor finally completed the last round of treatment for Beibei.

Seeing Beibei's pale face regaining its rosiness, Elder Mai Sonoda cried for joy again and again, but only shed a few tears, and it stopped raining.

It was really hard for this old lady, she actually shed about half a basin of tears in one day.

Taylor stood up, shook his arms and legs, and twisted his stiff waist. There was a clicking sound from the bone awl in his waist. Only then did the old man breathe a sigh of relief, with a face full of comfort. expression.

Rubbing his neck, Taylor said to Elder Mai Sonoda: "Everything that needs to be treated has been cured, and the rest is up to you to take care of."

Elder Sonoda Mai stood up, solemnly thanked him, then clapped his hands, and a waiter came into the room with a plate and brought it to the old man.

Lifting up the red brocade cloth above, there was actually a pile of yellow, orange and orange gold underneath.

My eyelids twitched immediately, and I thought to myself: "It's actually gold? This is too stingy! It would make sense if it were replaced with fine gold."

I was full of slander, but Mr. Taylor showed no dissatisfaction. He nodded with a smile, picked up a gold ingot, put it into his pocket, then bowed his hand and took me away from the mansion.

On the way, I looked puzzled: "Why did you only take one ingot of gold?"

Taylor curled his lips and said calmly: "Am I short of money?"

"No shortage."

"That's all right," Taylor said, "Since I'm not short of money, why should I take too much? Anyway, it's just what you want. One ingot is enough."

"Alas" I sighed and said, "Elder Mai Sonoda is a bit stingy. She saved the life of her only granddaughter, but only offered him a plate of gold. If you ask me, it would be interesting to at least exchange it for pure gold."

"Adamantine?" Taylor chuckled and said, "You kid thinks too much. Looking all over the Zephyr Continent, anyone who dares to talk like this or do something like this will not exceed a slap in the face."

"Huh? Really? I don't study well, so don't tease me!"

"Can I still lie to you?" Taylor said: "Except for you, Master Dewey, the Dwarf King, and the Goblin King, I have never heard of anyone who dares to use fine gold as currency."

"Why is this?" I asked puzzled.

"Adamantine is the rarest alchemical material in Zephyr Continent. It is the only metal ore that can greatly improve the quality of alchemical products. Many countries even regard fine gold as a national resource. Anyone who buys and sells fine gold at will will be sanctioned. Oh. , I forgot to mention that this law is not valid for you."

Hearing this, I frowned: "Huh? Why doesn't it work for me?"

"Because you are the adopted son of Master Dewey, the son-in-law of the Dwarf King, and the nephew of the Goblin King. More than 90% of the fine gold mines in the Zephyr Continent belong to your family. No one will trade with your own family's things. What will they do to you? On the contrary, they will hold you and support you, just to get more fine gold resources from you."

I grinned, a little proud.

When the old man saw this, he curled his lips, but did not reprimand me.

When I got home, there was no one at home except Flame Dragon Breath Seren, who was lying on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"Let me ask you something." I grabbed the newspaper and asked, "Do you understand insect language?"

"I don't understand." Salem denied without thinking. Then he fluttered his wings and flew towards me, trying to regain the newspaper.

"I'm not playing a prank on you." I raised my hand to pull him away, and said seriously: "I have something urgent and I need to find someone who understands insect language! Do you understand insect language?"

Salem got up from the ground, crawled back to the sofa languidly, took a breath, blew out a spark, and said: "Do you think I understand insect language?"

"Uh" After thinking for a while, I shook my head: "It doesn't look like that."

"Wisdom!" He snapped his fingers: "I am a dragon. The dragon who lives in your home temporarily, as long as I understand dragon language and human language, does insect language have nothing to do with me?"

Huh? What he said makes sense.

I handed the newspaper back to Salem and sighed helplessly: "It seems that we have to find Godot and the entire guild to save him from understanding the insect language."

Just as he was about to walk to the dungeon, Seren's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "What do you want to do? Why do you have to find someone who understands insect language?"

Stopping, I turned around and told him about the Golden Bee.

After a while, Salem put down the newspaper and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

"You don't understand insect language, so where are you going?"

"I don't understand the insect language," Salem said, "but the dragons do, and there are quite a few of them. As long as I find them to possess me, won't all problems be solved?"

Hey, why did I forget about this?

When I was happy, I couldn't help but come closer and praise Seren in various ways.

Salem hummed twice and said: "Okay, don't do these vain things. If you want to thank me, come up with something practical, such as golden honey."

"No problem. I can communicate with the Golden Bee and take away some honey from the destroyed hive. There shouldn't be any problem."

After saying that, Taylor and I led the way, while Seren flapped his wings and followed us.

Two people and one dragon set foot in the Elf Forest again.