King Bella Dean introduced these five legends who were loyal to the royal family to Muria one by one. He briefly talked about their strength and titles, and the two parties became acquainted.
Muria nodded to the five legends with a smile on his face. He found that all the five legends were melee fighters, none of them were magicians, and judging from their names and titles, it seemed that they all came from a not-so-good background.
"Five Dukes, please step down. I want to explain something to the Regent." Bella Dean's attitude towards these five legendary Dukes was obviously different.
"As you command, Your Majesty." After nodding to Bella Dean, the five Dukes all took a deep look at Muria, and then left the miniature demiplane.
If nothing unexpected happens, these five legends will have to obey the arrangements and instructions of Muria, a dragon with an amazing background in the future.
"Grand Duke Muria, let me tell you about the Lockman Kingdom you will govern." After only Muria and his daughter were left in the demiplane, the king spoke again.
"Well, tell me." When she heard the title Grand Duke, Muria suppressed the awkward feeling in her heart and pretended to be attentive.
"Ahem!" Just as he was about to speak, Bella Dean hurriedly raised his palms, covered his mouth, and coughed violently, and smelly blood overflowed from between his fingers.
"Father!" Seeing her father coughing up blood, Remilia, who was a little bolder because there was only Muria, grabbed her father's sleeves with a look of worry on her face.
"What are you doing?" Seeing the visible black air on the king's face when he coughed up blood, and in his induction, Bella Dean's fire of life became weaker, Muria
There was a questioning look on his face.
"It's just a curse, it doesn't matter." Seeing the worried look on his daughter's face and the questioning look on Muria's face, Bella Dean looked calm and unconcerned.
"Curse?" Muria raised her eyebrows, and then under Bella Dean's slightly puzzled and wary gaze, she took out a metal book that was half a person's height.
"Your Excellency Muria, what do you want to do?" The first time he saw this book, the exhausted king immediately pulled his daughter behind him. This was completely the behavior of a father.
instinctive behavior.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just seeing if I can cure you." Muria held the Book of the Dead in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and tapped the book, which was obviously an ominous thing at first glance.
He smiled at the little princess who was hiding behind the king and seemed a little timid.
"Heal me?" Bella Dean looked at the book in Muria's hand with some confusion, and then he was surprised to see wisps of black energy rising from the metal book, and then condensed into a person in Erathia.
A very well-known image of the devil.
"Refining Demons in the Abyss?" Seeing the cursed spirit of the Book of the Dead, Bella Dean calmly and slowly retreated with his daughter. The descendant of the Dragon King took out this book, which was too evil, and even
He had some doubts about Muria's identity. How could a noble golden dragon carry such an evil book?
"I told you there's no need to be nervous." Muria rubbed her brows helplessly. The world is always about faces, and most intelligent creatures have the habit of distinguishing good and evil based on their appearance.
Similar to the image of the cursed spirit in the Book of the Dead, it basically means that the evil spirits have no way to escape. Of course, one can distinguish between good and evil based on appearance, and most of the cases are correct.
Similar to existences such as curse spirits, if there is no existence like Muria that is immune to curses to suppress it, God knows how vicious this thing will be and how much trouble it will cause.
"Black, swallow the curse on him." Muria shouted the low-key name she gave the curse spirit and gave it an order. This is one of the main abilities of the Book of the Dead.
Not only does it have the ability to cast blessing curses on other creatures, it also has the ability to lift curses. As long as there are curses recorded in the Book of the Dead, it can lift them.
"I am happy to serve you, my master." Hearing this shabby name, Cursed Spirit Black did not show any dissatisfaction. In two years, it had been trained by Muria to be obedient.
.After all, being used as a whetstone every three days or so, no matter who it is, can’t stand it after a long time.
Under the shocked gazes of Bella Dean and Remilia's curious eyes, the ferocious-looking Curse Spirit Black faced the king, opened his mouth, and made a swallowing motion, and then streams of thick black energy like black snakes emerged from
Bella Dean's body surged out and submerged into the curse spirit's mouth, causing its figure to slowly grow a bit larger.
"Father, you are okay, your illness is cured!" Seeing that her father's face improved at a speed visible to the naked eye as the curse spirit moved, the curiosity on Remilia's face gradually turned into a look of surprise.
"Haha, it's too late." Hearing his daughter's joyful tone and his rejuvenating body, Bella Dean showed a wry smile on his face.
"Gah ga ga, little girl, you are happy too early." Hearing Remilia's cheers, the curse spirit that was condensed into countless curses and gave birth to spiritual wisdom did not hesitate to strike.
"If I had lifted the curse ten years ago, your father would have been fine. Even five years ago, if your father had been recuperated, he could have lived for more than a hundred years.
But now, even if I lift his curse, will he live for a few days? I just want to make him less painful before his death."
"How could this happen?" After hearing the curse spirit's words, Remilia couldn't believe it and looked at her father, whose face was already red, wanting to hear his denial.
"You have to be strong, Remilia." The withered muscles slowly swelled, and the body that had been eroded by the curse was healing rapidly. He leaned down and picked up his daughter whose tears could not stop dripping.
Quietly comforting.
"What's going on?" Muria looked at the king in front of him who no longer showed any majesty, and asked the curse spirit with a frown.
"You should feel that his soul has been eroded to pieces by the curse. It is good that it has not collapsed now. I can lift the curse, but healing this kind of soul injury is beyond the scope of my ability."
"Understood." Muria nodded, then put away the Book of the Dead that was no longer of use. She looked at the king who was coaxing his light blue short-haired princess Luoli.
"Wait a moment! I'll tell you after I put her to sleep." Bella Dean said to Muria in spoken language with a hint of apology.