"Sure enough, he has transformed back." King Arthur looked at Elaine who had transformed back into a white bear: "Elaine, you are the first orc in the world to successfully transform into a human, and you are also the first in the world to transform from a human back to an orc.
Man, did I witness two miracles in one day? You are really awesome."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty..." Elaine was a little embarrassed.
Constantine looked unhappy: "Please don't praise him. This is force majeure and not something worthy of praise."
"Haha, you're taking it too seriously, Constantine." The King of Knights didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Then, if nothing happens, we should let him go after a physical examination."
(Why do you say it as if you are releasing small animals...)
"Um, Your Majesty?" Seeing that King Arthur was about to leave, Elaine quickly stopped and said, "Queen Greenville, hasn't she woken up yet?"
"Not yet." The face of the King of Knights suddenly became serious. The queen's room is next to the medical room. King Arthur stopped by to see Elaine after visiting Queen Greenville: "But her condition is improving, I guess.
Given time, I will definitely wake up."
As for how long it would take, no one could answer. Elaine couldn't help but worry. He was still worried about the matter of rescuing Leoport, and the lion-man boy's body was already on the verge of collapse, and he might not be able to survive for long.
wait.
When Elaine asked about Queen Greenville, the keen Constantine had already guessed Elaine's inner plan, so he interrupted: "Have you not given up the idea of performing head transplant surgery on that child?"
Forget it. Even if I am willing to perform this operation on him, and Queen Greenville helps, the success rate of the operation is still horribly low. Do you think the child's family is willing to let us perform such an operation on that child?
Will the operation almost 100% cause him to become a vegetative state after the operation?!"
"but......"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all..." King Arthur frowned.
"That's just a selfish wish of Elaine, and it's not something that your Majesty needs to worry about." Constantine replied.
"I see, then I------"
"The Queen's collection of books... can you borrow them for me to read?" Still unwilling to simply give up, Elaine asked.
"Greenville's collection of books?" King Arthur was a little stunned: "Most of them are very professional and complicated medical books that ordinary people can't understand. Are you sure you really want to read them?"
The white bear nodded awkwardly.
Normally, Elaine's overestimating behavior would be ridiculed. A white bear man with little education and almost no education actually wanted to understand a world he had never touched in his life.
It would be weird if it wasn't ridiculous. But seeing Elaine's desperate look, King Arthur didn't laugh: "Okay. Her private library is in my palace. Knowledge is meant to be shared. I believe in Greenville."
I will definitely be happy to share all this with you."
"Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, don't provoke him!" Constantine said helplessly.
"It's a good thing to learn more," King Arthur smiled mysteriously and said, "Then I'm looking forward to your performance, Elaine."
Then the King of Great Britain walked away as if his prank had been successful.
"This..." Constantine covered his head and sighed: "Elaine, don't blame me for deliberately pouring cold water on you, but if you see the queen's collection of books, you will definitely understand what despair is. You originally
I don’t belong to that world. Even I can only understand one-tenth of those profound books. If it were you, you probably wouldn’t be able to understand even one page, let alone within a year.
Master the knowledge related to human brain transplantation."
"I, I don't care..." Elaine hummed in an unusually stubborn tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, no problem, just memorize them all. Will you be fine soon after reciting them? As for your memory...
"
His body was gradually changing. Elaine, a white shark with a slightly ferocious appearance, got up from the hospital bed: "If it's just my memory, I won't lose to anyone."
The memory of sharks is among the best among all creatures on earth, at least far beyond the level of humans. The desert shark is a specialized subspecies of monster among sharks, capable of crushing sharks in the ocean in all directions.
No matter how stupid he is, as long as he works hard enough, there will always be a chance of success--at least that's what Elaine thinks.
"It seems that no matter what I say, I can't stop you." The young Knight of the Round Table sighed again: "That kid is just a friend you met by chance for a day. Do you really want to fight like this for him? Two days later.
What about the Round Table Trial Arena?"
"Until then... let's talk." The White Shark man murmured a little uncertainly.
"What an idiot." Constantine rolled his eyes at Elaine again: "And no matter how arbitrarily you act, I will still be in trouble, and it will be me who will perform the operation myself. The success rate of the operation is still extremely low. If it fails,
If so, it will be me who suffers the loss of my reputation. You selfish little bastard brings me trouble every time."
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Elaine just kept apologizing.
But no matter what kind of disgust Constantine showed, Elaine knew that the other party would never refuse his request. If he really wanted to perform a head-replacement surgery on Leopold, Constantine would definitely help without hesitation.
"Stop saying [I'm sorry], you should at least say [thank you]." Constantine said helplessly: "Thank you is always more beautiful than an apology."
"Yes, indeed. Thank you, thank you..." Elaine replied with a slight blush.
"But..." Seeing Elaine's enthusiasm, Constantine couldn't help but asked more worriedly: "Even if the conditions are in place, how can you take the child out? If his family members object
If so, it’s probably because we can’t perform such a risky operation on him no matter what. The kid seems to be from a rich family, so it’s probably going to be very difficult..."
Elaine's eyes wandered away: "Even if it means tying or kidnapping him, we still have to ------"
"Wow, you guy!" Constantine couldn't laugh or cry: "On the surface, he is an honest man, but he has such a terrible bad idea in his mind. If I do it with you, wouldn't it be possible?
The accomplice of the kidnapper?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
Another apology.
Constantine then sighed and reprimanded: "What's the use of apologizing? Think about these issues yourself until you come up with a countermeasure. Otherwise, you will suddenly kidnap the child back, perform an operation on him against his will, and finally kill him."
If he becomes a vegetable, things won't be very interesting."
"Well, well..." Elaine seemed to fall into deeper thought.
At the same time (?), in Iceland in Northern Europe, in the royal palace.
Accompanied by several mermaids, the Queen of Iceland walked into the little prince's room holding a golden pill.
In the room, lying on a soft and comfortable bed, is the little prince Calvin who is dying of illness. The high fever and headaches that have persisted for many weeks have drained the little prince's energy bit by bit, and he is now so weak.
Almost on the verge of death.
"Let him take it." It seemed that the queen had made a lot of determination before giving the pill to another maid. The mermaid attendant walked to the little prince Calvin's bed with the golden pill and a glass of boiling water.
.
"Your Highness, please open your mouth..." The mermaid sister very gently fed the pill to the little prince. Calvin slowly opened his mouth in a daze and swallowed the pill unconsciously.
The strange illness had been plaguing the little prince a few weeks ago. At that time, the mermaids thought it was just a common cold and fever in children. However, they did not expect that the illness not only did not get better as time went by, but instead became more serious, until finally it almost
It was getting out of hand. After searching for famous doctors with no results, and thinking that Calvin's medicine had no effect, a mysterious lion man took the initiative to appear and contacted the Queen of Iceland as a "medicine merchant".
The first meeting was unpleasant, and the queen drove the lion man out of the palace in a rage.
But Calvin's condition did not improve at all. The Queen of Iceland, who was eager for her son, finally compromised and once again agreed to the businessman's request for an audience.
When they met for the second time, what she got was this golden pill of unknown origin. The suspicious businessman promised that it would be a special medicine to cure the little prince, and he guaranteed it with his own head.
With all the plans in place, the Queen of Iceland, who had no other means of treating Calvin, asked the little prince to take the pill with the intention of giving it a try.
Then......
"Hmm...huh?" The little fishman prince, who was suffering from high fever and unconscious, gradually regained his consciousness after a while of humming, and slightly opened his eyes: "Where is this...
...Well, Queen Mother...?"
Just when he opened his eyes and saw the Queen of Iceland, he recognized her immediately. It seemed that the little prince had indeed regained his consciousness, and the continuous fever did not burn out his head. The queen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmm...? Has Calvin been sent back to the palace?...Where's dad?...Where's Husky?" Calvin's memory seems to still be stuck in a few days.
A few weeks ago, during the time when he had a lot of fun in Great Britain: "He was suddenly brought back and didn't even have time to say goodbye to everyone?"
"Ah, don't worry, you just had a serious illness and were sent back to Iceland for recuperation." The Queen of Iceland said with a smile: "When you recover, you can go to Great Britain at any time. But now, just rest peacefully."
."
The little prince was silent for a while, but he found that his whole body was in pain, the kind of muscle soreness caused by lying in bed for a long time. With this body, it was difficult to even get up from the bed, so he couldn't rush to play.
.
"Okay, Calvin will recover well..."
"Good boy." The queen smiled gently again, told the other mermaids to take good care of the little prince, and then turned and left.
Under the palace, in a deep dungeon, a young lion man with jet black hair, almost blending into the darkness, was lying on the bed of the cell in an extremely comfortable and casual posture.
"I guess the medicine has taken effect, right, Her Majesty?" Hearing footsteps outside the cell in the distance (the sound of the scales on the mermaid's abdomen rubbing against the ice floor), the dark lion asked in a frivolous tone: "That's right."
Tell me, is this deal established?" (To be continued)