Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The noble dragon refused the dragon knight's invitation and instead stopped in front of a saintess whose strength was only that of a mid-level mage. Everyone's gaze suddenly turned strange.
Even Archbishop Ford subtly frowned.
He was an old fox after all. Archbishop Ford quickly regained his amiable expression and looked at Maggie.
Maggie paid no attention to their gazes, focusing instead on the humanoid figure of the wind dragon Ficklin before her, his vision filled with nothing but muscular chest muscles and sharp jawline.
His strong lines are unlike those of other gods in human form. His broad figure exudes a sense of oppression, but those protected by him feel an indescribable sense of security.
His sharp features, coupled with his bloodshot eyes due to diminished rationality, made meeting his gaze feel like being stared at by a wild beast.
Fortunately, Maggie was prepared, and she calmly reached out and handed the potion to Ficklin.
You should know that she had secretly prepared this medicine for a long time, in order to prevent being pounced on and treated as prey without warning like she did when she faced Xiu last time, and to leave herself a chance to survive.
Originally, Maggie did not plan to have direct contact with Ficklin in front of everyone today.
But what he did was so outrageous that the archbishop and Shelley wanted to kill him, so Maggie had no choice but to save him for now.
Ficklin took the antidote potion and immediately wolfed down the entire glass bottle into his mouth. With a 'bang,' the glass bottle shattered into pieces, and the broken glass shards reflected a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.
Maggie felt a lump in her throat, witnessing once again the unique nature of the dragon race. Their thick skin and strong digestive abilities were truly remarkable; they could even eat glass.
His teeth were also exceptionally strong; he could easily crush a reinforced potion bottle that even ordinary magic couldn't break.
No wonder the golden dragon likes to eat mermaid eggs; it seems they see them as no different from caviar.
After silently criticizing herself, Maggie calmly nodded to the shocked Shelly and the incredibly powerful Archbishop Ford, and even gave him a polite smile.
"I am very sorry, Your Excellency. I only just discovered that Ficklin is a dragon I saved when I was a child. He accompanied me for a long time during my childhood, and we had a very close relationship."
"He is now suffering from severe poisoning, and as a saint, I couldn't bear it, so I saved him."
She explained her motives in a very reasonable and logical way, and even called out the name of the Wind Dragon without the Wind Dragon providing any information.
Regardless of whether what she said earlier was true or false, this alone proves that she did indeed know this wind dragon long ago.
Sherley's face immediately turned ugly. The duck that was about to be caught had flown away. No one would be happy about that.
Maggie knew his plan. He originally intended to reappear in a condescending manner when the archbishop had brought the wind dragon to the brink of death, and ask Ficklin if he intended to submit to him.
Unfortunately, Maggie snatched it away.
"I never imagined that Her Highness would know a dragon, especially one that caused such a disaster in Saint Fe City."
The archbishop casually labeled Ficklin a "destructive dragon," seemingly indicating he had no intention of following Maggie's lead.
After taking the medicine, Ficklin's mind finally cleared up considerably.
He had clearly overheard Maggie's conversation with the archbishop. When he heard the name 'Fickerlin,' his expression faltered for a moment, then turned thoughtful and reminiscent, as if he was wondering if he had really known Maggie when he was a child.
But in the end, he was still completely bewildered, clearly unable to recall anything.
Father Barton, who was originally dealing with matters inside the dueling arena, also went up to the roof at this time and happened to see Maggie confronting the archbishop, his eyes revealing a faint displeasure.
"You're not doing anything. It seems the temple has made you too lazy."
Father Barton's words successfully drew everyone's attention to him. Seeing Shelley hesitate, Maggie spoke first.
“Father, the dragon has regained his senses and has voluntarily chosen to stay by my side. He destroyed the city because he was poisoned, but now that he has not caused any serious consequences, I think we can stop pursuing this matter.”
Maggie stared intently at the priest. She knew that Shelly must have said something to the priest for Barton to send him up to try to 'tame' Ficklin.
But no matter how great the benefits or transactions, none are as valuable as a dragon that submits to the temple.
Father Barton, a man who was wholeheartedly devoted to the temple, wouldn't care whether it was her personal motives or not. As long as the dragon could stay in the temple, he had no reason to refuse.
As Maggie predicted, the priest paused for a moment after hearing this, then glanced at the dragon knight Sheri in a subtle way before clearing his throat.
"In that case, let the dragon stay by the Holy Maiden's side."
His words relieved Maggie, and she happened to meet Ficklin's gaze, who was completely bewildered the whole time. He hadn't said a word and was already being defined.
And then suddenly there's this 'former playmate and savior'—anyone would be dumbfounded for a moment.
The key was that Maggie's story was so detailed and convincing that Ficklin was so caught up in self-doubt that he missed the opportunity to deny it.
Of course, even if Ficklin realized that Maggie was talking nonsense and making things up, he wouldn't deny it unless he was a fool.
He is now surrounded by enemies, seriously injured, and a priest who is just one step away from becoming a Grand Magister is watching him.
Thus, a bloody and cruel dragon hunt was resolved by Maggie in a very humorous and dramatic way, until Maggie turned and left, leaving Ficklin with two words.
"Keep up."
Upon hearing the order, Ficklin followed almost instinctively, but perhaps because he had just recovered from the poisoning, his brain was still unresponsive, and he stupidly asked Maggie a question as he went down the steps.
"When did you find me? I don't remember. I'm so strong, I don't recall ever getting hurt much."
His words nearly caused Maggie to trip over her own feet and fall to her death.
I knew he was stupid, but I didn't know he was this stupid.
Anyone with a modicum of intelligence can see that she's talking nonsense; how could anyone doubt their own memory!
And why is this guy asking so directly in public? Is he really not afraid of giving himself away...?
Maggie was speechless with frustration, and could only turn to him with a forced smile.
"Dragons have long lifespans, so it's normal that they don't remember. If you have any questions, you can ask them when you get back to the temple. Now, be quiet."
Ficklin looked at Maggie's gentle and sunny expression, but felt a chill for no reason, and swallowed back the question he was about to ask.
For the rest of the time, I followed her quietly, like a chicken.
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