socalfunplaces Chapter 1324 A Somewhat Deliberate Solution
Chapter 1324 A Somewhat Deliberate Solution
Chapter 1322 A Somewhat Deliberate Solution
Ianshan took out a handwritten letter from her bosom, gently placed it on the counter, pushed it in front of Shiah, and said sincerely:
"No, we're here on the orders of Lord Vulcan to request the Dragon Relics Research Association to help rescue a baby ridge dragon. It's in very bad shape, and this is the last hope we can find."
Hiah reached for the letter, opened it, and read it carefully, but his brows gradually furrowed.
After reading the letter, he put it down, a troubled look on his face, and couldn't help but complain, "I see, thank you all for making this trip."
"However... our Dragon Relics Research Association mainly studies dragon relics and ancient documents, not a specialized hospital. Treating dragon diseases is really not our specialty, and what if something goes wrong..."
Seeing this, Ifa picked up the weak "Potato Pancake" from the mother goat's back, gently placed it on the counter, and explained urgently:
“We know the association isn’t a hospital, but this little dragon’s condition is too special! I’ve consulted with the dragon healers of the Echoing Sons tribe, but after studying it for a long time, we still couldn’t find the cause of the illness.”
"All its physical indicators are normal, but it is lethargic and refuses to eat or drink. We had no other choice but to think that your association might be able to find clues in the historical documents about dragons, since you have a lot of unknown records about dragons."
Looking at the small dragon with its weak breath on the counter, then at Ifa's anxious expression, and then at the letter from the God of Fire, he finally forced himself to nod.
"I'll take a look first, and hopefully I can find something out of it."
As he spoke, he took out a magnifying glass and carefully examined the little dragon's body, checking it one by one, from its scales to its claws.
At first, Hiahe did not notice anything unusual, but when his gaze swept over the scales on the little dragon's forehead, he suddenly stopped.
Then, he moved closer and stared intently at the red mark on the little dragon's forehead, and said in surprise, "Hey, why does this red mark on the little dragon's head look so familiar?"
"I feel like I've seen a similar record in some literature, but I can't remember where."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiah turned around and quickly walked to the bookshelf behind him, standing on tiptoe to rummage through the cabinet piled with files.
As he searched, he muttered to himself, "Where is it? It seems to be in the 'Nata Ancient Dragon Atlas'... No, it should be the 'Study of the Dragon Tribe Ruins'?"
He rummaged through the files on the bookshelf until he finally pulled a book out of the bottom shelf and exclaimed excitedly, "Found it! This is it!"
Hiah, carrying the book, hurried back to the counter, carefully unfolded it, pointed to an illustration with a red mark, and said with a sense of formidable danger:
"This mark is called 'Blessing of the Flame Lord'! According to historical records, every little dragon with this mark on its head will grow up to be exceptionally powerful."
"But at the same time, their behavior can become extremely aggressive, and they may even lose their minds and go crazy!"
He paused, swallowed, and continued, "A velvet winged dragon tyrant named 'Horavaga' has the exact same 'Blessing of the Flame Lord' mark on its head as this little dragon!"
"It is said that it was once just an ordinary baby velvet drake, but because it was given this mark, it gradually went out of control and became the tyrant it is today!"
Immediately afterwards, looking at the little dragon in Shao Yun's family, and recalling the cases of loss of control caused by the "Blessing of the Flame Lord" in the literature, out of so-called "safety considerations," he boldly suggested in front of Shao Yun's family:
"For safety reasons, could we..."
Before he could finish speaking, with the second half of his sentence, "handed over to the association for disposal," still stuck in his throat, Ian Shan, who was standing to the side, suddenly coughed lightly.
At the same time, she subtly gestured towards Xiahe with her lips, indicating to him to quickly look at Shao Yun's expression.
That's not the kind of person who would accept being "disposed of" as Xiaolong.
"Cough cough..."
At this moment, Shao Yun was looking at Xiah behind the counter with a half-smile. The curve of his lips seemed gentle, but it gave people a strange sense of danger.
It felt as if they would walk around the counter any second, pull him out from inside, and let him experience firsthand what "Western Iron Fist" really meant.
Shao Yun didn't say anything, but his aura clearly conveyed the attitude of "Try touching my Xiaolong."
Paimon was even more direct. Before Shiah could finish speaking, he immediately rushed to the little dragon on the counter, using his small body to block the potato pancakes and protest:
"This is our little dragon, and no one is allowed to take it away! Potato Pancake is so well-behaved, it won't turn into some kind of tyrant!"
Seeing this, Iansan helplessly spread her hands and sighed at Shiah.
"Xiahe, you've seen it too. This little dragon is like family to Shao Yun's family. How could they give up on him so easily?"
"Isn't there any other solution or treatment for Xiaolong's weakness symptoms?"
Hiah wanted to subconsciously say "no," after all, the "Blessing of the Flame Lord" in the literature was almost equivalent to "omen of loss of control," and there was never any record of it being "cured."
But as he was about to speak, a sudden inspiration struck him, and a vague fragment of memory flashed through his mind.
Immediately afterwards, Xiah slapped his forehead and said, recalling the moment, "You know what, I think I do remember it!"
“A while ago, a member of the Dragon Relics Research Association said that he found some records about ‘specially marked dragons’ in an abandoned dragon’s nest ruins, and handed over the original data to the association for archiving.”
"I can't remember exactly who sent it, but that document should still be there!"
Upon hearing that his little dragon could be saved, Paimon immediately looked up at Shiah with bright, sparkling eyes and said excitedly:
"Really? Can you show it to us? Maybe it contains the solution to cure potato pancakes!"
She stared intently at Xiah, afraid that he might say "I can't find it" at any moment.
In that case, Paimon really wants the other party to fly!
Hiah nodded and quickly agreed, "Wait a moment, I'll go find it right away! It should be in the filing cabinet in the inner room, please wait a moment!"
As he spoke, he quickly slipped into the room behind the counter, where a clanging and rummaging sound could be heard.
The chaotic noises, like knocking over a metal box or knocking over a scroll, lasted for several minutes before finally subsiding.
Soon, Shiah came out of the inner room carrying a wooden box. The box was covered with some dust, indicating that it had been stored for some time.
He gently placed the box on the counter, pushed it in front of Shao Yun and his group, and said:
"Here, this is the box that member left behind. Open it and take a look; you might find some useful information."
Upon seeing this, Ying immediately stepped forward and opened the wooden box on the counter.
As the lid was gently lifted, the contents were clearly revealed to everyone.
A bottle of medicine with a pale brown sheen lay quietly inside, next to a fabric map and a letter.
The three items were clearly prepared specifically for Shao Yun's family; that's a bit unusual...
Ying picked up the letter and gently unfolded it, but after only a couple of glances, she frowned.
The letter was written entirely in Natah script, with winding symbols she couldn't recognize at all. Helpless, she handed the letter to Paimon, saying with a wry smile:
"Paimon, you should keep it. I can't understand the Natah script on it."
No one knows why she can read all the languages on the continent of Teyvat. Although she may occasionally have a vague understanding of certain technical terms, she has absolutely no problem translating everyday content.
Paimon took the letter, cleared his throat, and carefully translated its contents word for word.
"When you two see this letter, it proves that Xiaolong has already begun to be affected by the power of the 'Blessing of the Flame Lord,' showing symptoms of weakness and lethargy."
"I had anticipated that this might happen, so I prepared a medicine in advance to temporarily alleviate Xiaolong's condition. It can suppress the initial side effects of 'Blessing of the Flame Lord' and allow Xiaolong to temporarily regain his strength until you find a complete solution."
"If you truly wish to save your dragon companion and prevent it from suffering the same fate as 'Horawaga,' you must take it with you and embark on a pilgrimage to Mount Natasan, using this map I have left behind."
"This is the only way to completely eliminate the negative effects of 'Blessing of the Flame Lord'."
"According to ancient tribal legends, there once was a warrior from Nata who, with a dragon companion marked by the 'Blessing of the Flame Lord' and holding a 'Dragon Heart Token' that had been split in two, held a 'Name Cleansing Ceremony' in the core area of the Holy Volcano, severing the connection between the 'Blessing of the Flame Lord' and the out-of-control power."
"As long as you can successfully complete the ritual, your dragon companions will be accepted back into the underground Kingdom of the Night God, and the strange illness caused by the 'Blessing of the Flame Lord' will be completely cured, restoring them to healthy young dragons."
"Remember, you must reach the Holy Volcano before Xiaolong completely loses consciousness, otherwise it will be too late."
After listening to Paimon's translation, Ying immediately picked up the bottle of potion from the box, looked at the slowly flowing liquid inside, and said softly:
"I hope this stuff really works..."
She carefully unscrewed the bottle cap and brought the bottle opening to the little dragon's mouth.
The weak potato pancake seemed to sense the scent of the medicine and slightly opened its mouth. Ying slowly poured the medicine in, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of choking it.