Chapter 436 Queen Professional (11,000)

Mirabelle was a little unsure about how to describe the energy in her body. This energy was different from magic, and she had never felt this special energy before.

Delicate, tough, and full of vitality.

She could feel that this beam of energy contained some extremely special effects. Wherever the energy flowed, the meridians in her body that had almost been completely shattered into pieces actually slowly healed again.

The failing internal organs gradually regained their vitality.

It is not easy to cure the disease of exhaustion. If Elsa had been treating it herself, it would naturally be much faster, but Elsa did not have so much time. In her spare time, Elsa would rather rest in Ron's body, using Ron's body to nourish her soul.

That's right, after roughly treating Mirabelle, Elsa simply injected a ray of divine power into Mirabelle's body.

Mirabelle could not bear Ron's special energy between divine power and magic power. Logically, Mirabelle should be even more unable to bear the real divine power. However, the divine power that Elsa left in Mirabelle's body was obviously special. It was the power of life. Not only would it not cause any burden to Mirabelle, it would even continue to nourish Mirabelle's body.

It can be said without exaggeration that even if Mirabelle's realm never improves in this lifetime, as long as this trace of divine power exists, her lifespan will be at least 1,800 years, far exceeding the lifespan of the elves.

What's more, this divine power is also acting as a medicine. With the existence of divine power, Elsa's subsequent practice is bound to be twice as effective with half the effort.

Mirabelle certainly didn't know this. She could only feel that her body seemed to have gotten much better. Although she was still weak, the internal injuries she had suffered from over two hundred days had healed silently.

Although he had little strength left in his body, his spirit was better than before he fainted.

The most amazing thing was that Mirabelle found that her skin was no longer as rough as before, her long hair was emerald green and shiny, and even some scars on her body had disappeared, and even her nails had grown back.

She couldn't help but feel ecstatic in her heart. Before, she just wanted to rescue this man from the ruins as soon as possible, so she didn't care what her body would become. But she was also a woman after all. How could a woman not care about her appearance?

"You're awake. How do you feel?" A gentle voice came from beside me.

Mirabelle's pretty face blushed slightly. Even the mere presence of this man made her heart beat faster and her body temperature rise.

Not to mention Ron, even Mirabelle found it hard to believe that she had become like this. You know, she used to be very dismissive of the opposite sex.

She wanted to look up at the man, after all, she had only taken a quick glance at him before, but she was a little panicked. She tried to maintain a calm appearance, but her hands subconsciously rubbed the corners of her clothes: "Not bad."

The voice seemed to be trembling.

"My name is Mirabelle. I don't know your name yet?" Mirabelle took a deep breath. She finally mustered up all her courage and raised her head, staring at Ron with her big, blinking eyes.

Well, he is just as I imagined, very handsome.

Mirabelle couldn't help but chuckle.

In fact, Ron's appearance can be considered good among humans.

But if it is thrown among the elves, it will be a lower-average level.

But... beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and this rule applies equally in the Dusk Continent.

Mirabelle's heart is now filled with Ron, so the look she gives Ron is naturally filtered through a three-point filter, which has a beautifying effect.

"Ron."

Ron introduced himself.

It seemed that he felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit ambiguous and charming. Even Ron, who was thick-skinned, felt a bit embarrassed. What a joke! He was a time traveler and a prophet. When he was with the fox girl Bai Yuan, he rolled in the sheets without thinking, and it was also natural for him to climb into bed with the seventh princess Agnes.

What is embarrassment? He shouldn't understand.

But what exactly is going on now? Why are they more like two young lovers in early love? Ambiguous, immature, and with a little sweetness that makes people's hearts beat fast? Why does it feel like I am getting older and older? Ron's forehead is full of black lines. He coughed hard to cover up the embarrassment in front of him: "Ahem, um, Miss Mirabelle, first of all, thank you for always thinking about saving me after the town became a ruin. You have suffered a lot during this period."

"Well, what are you going to do next?"

Mirabelle shook her head: "You saved me first, I'm just repaying you."

Ron felt even more strange. Repay a favor? It was hard for him to imagine that these two words would come from the mouth of the mean and ungrateful Elf Queen. The difference between her personality in the game and in reality was really too big.

"As for what's next..." Mirabelle pursed her lips. This little action was quite nice. Then, she mustered up the courage to look up at Ron again: "Sir, can I follow you next?"

The slightly pleading voice slowed Ron's heartbeat for a second, and then it started beating violently.

His throat moved involuntarily and he swallowed his saliva: "Follow me?"

"Ms. Mirabelle, you may not know what I am going to do next. I will go to the Sibang Theocracy first, and then usurp the three princesses of the Sibang Theocracy to rebel. Then I will go to the Orc Territory. It is icy and snowy over there. Believe me, it is definitely not a good place to go. Most importantly, I have to kill an evil spirit. I don't even know if I can survive."

Ron said subconsciously.

For some reason, Mirabelle's enthusiasm even frightened Ron a little.

This was a rejection, but Mirabelle seemed to have not heard what Ron said at all. Her big emerald green eyes just stared at Ron: "When you rescued me from that Saint Father, I recognized you."

Ron was stunned and speechless for a moment. My goodness, are all elven women so brave?

Ron opened his mouth and spoke again: "Your Majesty, you may not know that I...actually have many women around me..."

The ones that have been taken in so far include Irelia, Cecilia, Seraphina, Agnes, Charlene, Lydia, Bai Yuan... As for those that have not been taken down yet, there are even more.

Normally, once a woman knows that the man she likes is so fickle, she will probably be greatly disappointed, her filter will be broken and she will call the man a scumbag, and from then on, you go your Chenghua Avenue and I go mine Erxian Bridge, and we will never have anything to do with each other again.

But it was obvious that Mirabelle was not an ordinary woman. Her gaze became more and more determined, without the slightest deviation or fluctuation. She just looked at Ron quietly, and then opened her red lips slightly: "I have chosen you for this life!"

Ron's heart trembled slightly.

Seeing Mirabelle's eyes that showed she would not waver in her determination even if faced with thousands of mountains and rivers, a sense of heroism suddenly surged in his heart.

Damn it, I’m a time traveler and I’ve made the journey with great difficulty. If I’m still timid even with my three wives and four concubines, then wouldn’t it be a waste of my journey?

When women are so proactive, and you still have to dodge, are you still a man?

The slight ripples in his heart were instantly calmed down. Ron took a deep breath and looked at Mirabelle: "In this case, if you don't feel wronged, then follow me in the future."

"I can't guarantee anything, I can only say that as long as I'm alive, I will never put you in danger."

At this moment, Mirabelle suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She had used up all her courage to say those words before. Although Mirabelle boasted that she had a good appearance and a decent figure, which was a top choice even among the elves known for their beauty, she was facing Ron this time after all, and Mirabelle was always worried that she would be rejected.

Until this time, Mirabelle finally felt at ease, and then a blush finally appeared on her fair and tender face, making her even more beautiful.

Seeing Mirabelle's appearance, Ron couldn't help but laugh. That's all, it's good like this.

He scratched his hair and explained a little awkwardly: "Actually, when I asked you what to do next, I wanted to ask you what your plans were and whether there was anything you wanted to accomplish..."

Mirabelle undoubtedly misunderstood this statement.

The elf queen was also slightly stunned when she heard this, and then her pretty face became even redder. She couldn't help but give Ron a cold look. This guy was really... too unromantic.

Since there has been a misunderstanding, why not let it continue?

Why did he want to break this charming and romantic atmosphere? He said before that he had many women?

The Elf Queen seriously doubted whether this guy was bragging. How could any woman like such a personality?

Mirabelle complained in her heart, her cheeks puffed up, and her originally thin and narrow cheeks became a little rounder, making her look even more adorable.

"If there's anything to do, there is."

"If possible, I hope to get rid of Hefferson..."

Mirabelle's face was somewhat gloomy. "The elven royal family has been reduced from tens of thousands at its peak to a few hundred people now under Heferson's slaughter... If Heferson continues to wreak havoc, I'm afraid the royal family will perish."

"Of course, the demise of the elves' royal family may be a good thing."

Mirabelle's tone was a little suppressed and gloomy. It was obvious that although she was the Queen of Elf, she did not have much affection for the royal family.

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Because of Heferson's massacre, there were only a few members of the royal family left, but even in this situation, the royal family still fought each other for power and profit.

Mirabelle has two older sisters, both of whom died in assassinations. If these two sisters had not been assassinated, the identity of the Queen of Elfs would not have fallen on Mirabelle.

The killer was not Heferson, but a member of another royal family.

Even though the average lifespan of a queen does not exceed seven years, these elves still flock to her.

Mirabelle was not targeted by those people only because she was young, but even so, she suffered several assassination attempts.

In Mirabelle's eyes, the existence of the royal family has no value to the Elf Forest. It does no good at all except making the burden on the common people of the Elf tribe heavier. Destruction may be the best destination for the royal family.

The royal family can be destroyed, the powerful can be destroyed, and even the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things can be destroyed, but what must be destroyed even more is Heferson.

Some thoughts flashed through her mind, and Mirabelle's expression became increasingly gloomy: "I don't care whether the royal family can continue, nor do I care about my identity as the queen, but Heferson must die."

"Sir, do you know Hefferson?"

Ron nodded: "I know, the actual controller of the elves, the high priest."

Mirabelle nodded. The members of the elves basically lived in the Elf Forest and almost never went out. They were even more isolated from the world than the dragons.

There is almost no intermarriage or trade with other races in the outside world. Although the name of the high priest is well-known within the elves, not many people outside know about it. Ron is a prophet, so it is normal for him to know the high priest.

As for Ron's identity as a prophet, I heard it from an elf who once traveled outside the Elf Forest.

"Well, sir, do you know that Hefferson... has gone crazy."

"He has secretly planned an extremely terrifying force, waiting for the right time to launch a war against the entire Dusk Continent."

Ron's eyes narrowed into slits. He had already known all this when he met Heferson before. In fact, Heferson had even started to take action and had begun to eliminate some masters.

"I admit that Heferson is very powerful. Under Heferson's control, the elves have indeed produced many masters in recent years. However, if a race tries to fight against the entire life of the Dusk Continent, I can see no hope other than destruction."

"Although the elves are strong, they are not dragons after all."

"I don't care whether the royal family survives, but I can't watch the entire elf race go to destruction."

This is Mirabelle's will.

Although she was the queen in name only and did not have any power at all.

But, as long as she is the queen for one day, she will bear the responsibilities of the queen for life.

She will try her best to find a way for the elves to survive amidst many impossibilities.

Of course, this is with the permission of her beloved. In Mirabelle's heart, her beloved comes first, followed by her own life, and finally the elves. She has a clear distinction.

The elves will be rescued if possible, but if the cost is too high, such as sacrificing oneself, Mirabelle will turn around and leave without hesitation.

After all, she had finally met her lover, and they hadn't lived happily together for long. She didn't want to sacrifice her life so early.

Ron had a strange look on his face. He leaned against a rock, rubbing his fingers gently on the ground. With a little force, he pinched off a dogtail grass with two fingers.

"You mean you want to rebel?"

Why does he always encounter rebellion? Is he a professional rebel ?

He didn't instigate others to rebel, did he? At most, he just pushed forward a Queen Dolores.

At most, Princess Lydia III is preparing for a rebellion, and it seems that she has already started the action.

Now he meets Mirabelle who has rebellious ideas.

There are only three in total, how many, not too many, right? Mirabelle was slightly stunned: "Yes."

Although she is the Queen of Elves, the current ruler of the elves is Heferson. The Queen of Elves has no value except for her noble title, so it is okay to say that she is rebelling.

Of course, when rebelling, the title of the Elf Queen is a good thing to use.

"You want to be queen?" Ron looked strange.

If Mirabelle also becomes queen, together with Dolores and the future Lydia, he will have personally created three queens.

Things had developed to this point, and Ron couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he really had a queen complex? No way.

His hobby has always been very normal, that is, beauty. As for whether the identity is a saint, a queen, or a princess, he doesn't really care.

He is not the kind of person who judges others by their status. He is not that superficial.

Mirabelle did not directly answer Ron's words. Instead, she looked at her lover silently. After a long while, she slowly spoke: "If becoming the queen can help you achieve your ideal, then why not let me become the queen?"

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(End of this chapter)