Chapter 13

"Your Majesty!"

The people who had been driven to the door opened their eyes wide, and couldn't help but scream at the queen in the house.

The queen lay limply on the ground, unconscious.

Araki threw the queen out, and shouted to the people who rushed up: "Get out! Get out of here! Don't come in again!"

Everyone nodded and took the queen out.

Araki closed the door, threw the stick in his hand far away, sat on the ground, felt dizzy, and the stick hit the wall, rolled on the ground, and hid behind the cupboard.

Araki got up from the ground, lay on the bed, and murmured in a daze: "I'm lying on the bed, why are you gone?"

Before he finished speaking, he fainted again.

The pharmacist came over and knocked on the door, but got no response. He felt that Araki was unconscious, so he returned to the queen's side, took out a bottle of medicine and said, "This is a sobering potion. Give it to the queen and she will wake up. I don't think the prince is in good condition. I'm afraid something is going to happen to him. After a while, he won't be able to be saved even if he drinks the medicine. You guys can handle it."

After he finished speaking, he handed the medicine to the servant next to him, walked out and waited outside the room.

The servants quickly opened the potion, one of them helped the queen up, and another bent over to feed the queen the potion. The others beside them held their hands anxiously and stared at the queen. When they saw the queen's eyes move, they were extremely surprised. When they saw the queen's eyelashes tremble, they shouted quickly: "Look! Her Majesty is waking up! She is waking up!"

They looked at each other, covered their faces with handkerchiefs, cried with joy, their legs and arms were shaking slightly, and they almost sat on the ground.

It seemed that they were about to faint.

After the queen finished drinking the potion, she opened her eyes and woke up. She saw everyone's gaze, but didn't see the pharmacist. She sat up quickly and asked, "Where are the people? Where is my son? Where is the potion for my son?"

She thought to herself, could it be that the pharmacist thought he couldn't cure the disease and ran away secretly? ! Damn it, don't let me catch him, I won't show mercy.

The queen thought she was deceived. She gritted her teeth, and a surge of anger surged in her heart. She was so angry that she almost fainted again. The servant quickly supported her and whispered, "The pharmacist is outside, waiting for Her Majesty the Queen to summon him."

The queen took a breath, stood up and said, "I'll go see him!"

The servant quickly helped the queen out.

The queen walked to the door and saw the pharmacist was there. She breathed a sigh of relief: "Get up!"

The pharmacist stood in front of the queen and repeated what he had said.

The queen was furious: "Why didn't you tell me this earlier! Do you want to kill my son? Damn it."

She pushed the servants around her and shouted to the pharmacist: "Go quickly! Do you want me to watch him die? If he dies, I will not let you go. You will be buried with my son!"

The pharmacist's face was pale because of running back and forth. Now, after hearing this, it turned a little green, but he couldn't say anything. He could only nod: "Yes."

The door to Araki's room was locked tightly.

The queen waved to the servants: "Come here! Open the door! Open it right now! If you can't open it, you will be held accountable!"

The servants came over with their heads down, holding the key to open the door. The door was obviously not locked, but it still couldn't be opened. They were so anxious that their faces turned red and sweat was all over their foreheads. They didn't know what to say.

The queen saw through it and told them to kick the door. "I don't care what he thinks. He's going to die soon. What's the point of him thinking about anything? If he wants to cause trouble for you, let him come to me! Am I afraid of a young boy like him? Hurry up! Don't waste time, or he will die, and you will all die with him! Do you really think no one will be buried with him?"

The queen looked at the servants banging on the door and said from behind, "If my son dies, none of you will survive. I'm not here to take care of you in your old age. . Hurry up! Hurry up! I don't want to wait any longer. I really don't know what's going on with people now. To me, he is really something. He doesn't know how to appreciate other people's good intentions and locks the door like this. Isn't this asking for his own life? "

She fanned herself, took two steps, and said angrily: "Did I save his life in the wrong way? I don't know what sin I committed in my life to raise a son like this!"

The pharmacist sighed beside him, and the queen glared at him: "It's none of your business now, just stay quiet!"

The pharmacist lowered his head and said nothing.

The door opened suddenly.

The queen rushed in and saw Araki lying on the bed. For a moment, she felt absurd, as if she did not break in, but sneaked in while Araki was not aware. Araki looked no different from the last time she came in. The queen looked at the servants beside her. The servants were not exactly the same as last time. The queen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the pharmacist: "Hurry up!"

The pharmacist nodded, took out the medicine, and gave it to Araki to drink. Araki had not woken up yet.

The queen paced back and forth, a little anxious, and looked at the pharmacist and asked: "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The pharmacist sighed: "This is not something that can be done overnight. He won't wake up in a short time. This is a process. How can it be cured in an instant? Your Majesty is too anxious."

The queen said angrily: "Don't I know? I know the reason! But I am too worried, how can I What should I do? I want to calm down, but I can't. I feel like an ant on a hot pot. It's strange that I can calm down! You have time to advise me on this, why not think of a way to make him get better as soon as possible. "

The pharmacist asked calmly: "Your Majesty, does your Majesty not need other medicines now?"

The queen said angrily: "What other medicines do I need?"

She paused after she finished speaking, and remembered, She had asked the pharmacist about another drug before. She waved her hand and asked the other servants to go out and wait outside the door. She looked at the pharmacist and asked, "Have you made any progress? You said it was very troublesome before. It seems that it will not be done in one or two days, right?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "I did say it is difficult, but it is not impossible. It depends on your Majesty's opinion."

The queen asked, "What do I mean?"

The pharmacist said, "If your Majesty needs it, I will do it. Now that your Majesty doesn't need it, I will turn around and leave. There is no need to trouble myself."

The queen thought for a while and said, "Since you said you have a way, just do it."

The pharmacist nodded and said, "Okay."

The queen asked, "What was the difficulty before?"

The pharmacist said, "It depends on your Majesty's opinion."

The queen asked back, "What do I think?"

She murmured, "My idea is that I hope my son will completely forget about the bird."

The pharmacist nodded, "Yes, that's the problem. The prince and the bird are not related, neither enemies nor lovers. If you want the prince to forget about the bird, you must first determine the relationship between them, that is, find a way to extract the part of the prince's memory that is related to the bird. If you are not careful, you may erase other irrelevant memories, and then it will be all over. If there is a

slight problem, the prince may not remember the bird or anyone else, but anyone here may be forgotten."

The queen frowned, wanting to say what you are scaremongering, turned around, and felt that it might not be impossible.

She was a little nervous, sitting on the chair, looking at the pharmacist and asked: "Why do you think this is feasible now?"

The queen sneered: "Don't tell me that your skills have suddenly improved and you can do difficult things."

The pharmacist could hear the queen's sarcasm and smiled slightly. He could also see that the queen was now timid and not afraid. He said calmly: "I know this and won't say anything. If I say it's okay, it's okay. The problem before was that I didn't think about how to deal with it. Now I have thought about it.

I once read a book that said that if you want to track someone, you can By taking a part of the other party to confirm the situation, and so on, if you want to clear the bird in the prince's memory, you only need to get a part of the bird to confirm it. "

The queen frowned and said, "But, isn't there nothing left of the bird? Where can you get a part of the bird?"

She slapped the table, stood up and said, "Oh! If I had known this would happen, I should have stripped something from the bird before letting it die, and I wouldn't have been so anxious about this. What a pity. What should I do now?"

The queen came out and looked at the pharmacist: "You have an idea to calm it down like this. What idea? Tell me about it."

The pharmacist said, "Before the bird died, it left me a feather. I was going to give it to the prince, but I thought that the bird knew that the prince would forget it after drinking the potion. There was no need for me to give it to the prince. Anyway, the prince would not remember it. I guess he guessed that the second potion would need its feather. I will use this feather as medicine and I will definitely be able to make it."

The queen asked, "What if you fail?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "Nothing can be done. If I fail, I will not have a second feather and I will not be able to make potion again. I have to ask the king to help me. Your Majesty, be prepared, I will deal with it soon."

The queen sneered, "I don't care what you think, you must do it! If he remembers, I don't know what kind of trouble he will cause. If you don't want to die, do it for me. Think carefully, if he knows that you killed the bird, do you think he will cause trouble for you? Humph, even if I don't kill you, he will definitely kill you if he remembers it!"

The pharmacist was skeptical: "The prince has a good temper, he won't be so angry at the innocent, right?"

The queen smiled and said, "You can try."