Chapter 695 Curse

When we find a way to enjoy pain, we often take the initiative to try it, just like Princess Analita now.

Ever since she learned how to get through nightmares without disturbing her sleep, she would always take a nap at night.

The next formal sleep was until dawn.

Because they had found a way to temporarily avoid the trouble caused by nightmares, Susan and Belle also returned to the room to rest, and I could lie down on my sofa and sleep.

Regarding Princess Analita’s nightmare, I talked to Taylor and speculated, and finally came to the unified conclusion that this is most likely a curse of the elves.

I don’t know much about curses. Taylor explained: “Curse is also a kind of magic. The difference is that although it does limited harm to people, it is persistent.”

I understand, this is equivalent to cutting meat with a dull knife. The first cut may not even break the skin, but over time, it can drive the other person crazy.

Taylor told me: "If you want to break the curse, you must find the source of the curse. As long as the source dies, the curse will naturally be lifted."

"You mean, the person who cast the spell on Princess Analita is still alive?"

"I'm sure he will be alive."

If Taylor is sure, there is nothing false.

That's how he is, if he's not sure, he'll just use some pretentious words to deceive others; if he's sure, he'll express it in a firm tone.

It's like the first time I met him.

I clearly remember that time, I was lying on the ground, crawling, and all the bones and internal organs in my body seemed to be shattered. This was the result of enduring several attacks from the tauren boss.

I could clearly feel blood dripping from my mouth, nose, ears, and even the corners of my eyes. My breathing was getting harder and my body was getting colder. At that moment, I was thinking, am I finally going to die?

At this time, Taylor appeared.

This down-and-out old man looked ordinary, dressed in a shabby, patched white robe, exuding a strong smell of alcohol, and had a large beard hanging down on his chin, shaking.

I used all my strength to turn over, face up, forcefully open my eyelids, and look at the old man who was looking at me.

I asked him: Am I going to die?

He asked me: Are you afraid of death?

I remember I laughed at that time: Who is not afraid of death?

He asked me again: Do you want to die?

In no mood.

This is what I answered at the time.

After that, I passed out.

When I woke up again, I was lying in a shabby, dirty little dark room, but it was much better than the street I slept on at that time.

I wanted to move, but the severe pain in my body made it difficult to even breathe.

"You can't die."

This was the first thing Taylor said to me: "Half of the bones are broken and all the organs are cracked, but you still can't die because I can cure you."

I didn't believe him at all: Are you sure?

"I am sure."

This is his answer.

After that, I lived.

If Taylor was so sure that the person who cast the spell was still alive, it must be alive.

But, who is that person? Is it male or female? Where are you now? Why cast a spell on the princess?

Once again I'm stuck in another mystery.

To unravel these mysteries, perhaps the truth can only be known after Princess Analita's trauma is completely healed and her memory is fully restored.

One month of treatment is coming to an end.

I asked Taylor, "It's almost a month. Will Princess Analita's treatment end in these days?"

Taylor shook his head: "No."

"Didn't you say it would only take a month?"

"There was no curse before."

"Are you saying," I asked in surprise, "that the curse on Princess Analita was imposed recently?"

"No" Taylor shook her head: "I mean, this curse is well hidden and was only discovered recently. If it weren't for her continuous nightmares, maybe we would still be kept in the dark."

I breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was not done by my family.

"What should I do next?" I asked Taylor. "Do you have a way to find out who cast the spell?"

"This is very complicated and I can't do it by myself."

"Eh? You mean, just a few more people can complete it?" I was a little surprised.

"Well, let's have a few more who are as strong as me," Taylor said, "I won't make it difficult for you. Just find five. If you find five who are as strong as me, I will be able to find out the location of the spell caster."

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" The corner of my eye twitched: "It's quite difficult for five of us, okay?"

"Then there's no other way." Taylor chuckled, pulled out the cork, and drank the wine.

Just because I can't find someone who's as good as Taylor doesn't mean I'm helpless.

Renne has been lurking in the elder's house in the past few days. I heard that he has been monitored by another elder.

The elders are generally very old. Even Sonoda Mai, who looks the youngest, is a round older than the Elf Queen's mother.

I heard some palace maids tell me secretly that Princess Analita's injury happened between the massacre of the fairies, which means that the two are very likely to be closely related.

Maybe the elf who initiated the massacre was the one who hurt Princess Analita.

Several elders kept secret about the massacre of the elves by the elves, and even the elf queen was hesitant to tell the truth. Most of this concealed the dirty nature of the elf royal family.

The world is so chaotic, and this is really a lingua franca that works in both worlds.

There are some things that I cannot tell the Elf Queen and others about, and even if I do, they may not tell me the truth.

It is better to adopt some dark methods, which may not be visible to the public, but they will definitely work.

While Ren was lurking, I asked Lillea about the limits of elves’ endurance.

Lilea looked at me warily: "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." I scratched my head and laughed.

"I'm warning you, don't mess with the crooked minds of my people." Lilea's starry eyes flashed, a little displeased.

"No, how could it be possible?" I said hehely: "But you can't bear to watch your fiancé being wronged, right?"

"Are you being wronged?" Lilea raised her eyelids: "Who can make you feel wronged? Most of the people who have been wronged by you have been hacked to death by you."

"Oh, that's not what happened." I gently squeezed her shoulders and said, "Do you think that the assassins who attacked Taylor and Princess Analita did me wrong? That was simply naked. What a slap in the face. I can't just put this matter aside and pretend it's nothing, right? Then I, the honorary president of the president, should take it seriously. And you think about it, when people mention your fiancé, they'll say, 'Ah, that wimp Ah, I don’t dare to say anything when I’m being bullied, how can I be allowed to hang out in this gentle continent from now on, don’t you think so?”

"That's true." Lilea said 'hmm' and said, "Tell me, what are you going to do?"