Maggie has been returning to the temple every day recently, and the first thing she does is see Ficklin to prevent the spread of the undead poison in his body.
As it turned out, the gray bead that Bella 'gave' her was of exceptionally high quality. Maggie could clearly feel that the gray bead in her body showed no signs of saturation and could completely absorb the remaining toxins in Ficklin's body.
The temple treated Ficklin exceptionally well; even Maggie envied his treatment. His room was almost the same size as hers, the mascot saintess, and he even had a special space to transform back into his dragon form.
This is probably what they mean by "even a centipede dies but doesn't fall down"—even if the dragon no longer controls the continent of Coral, no one dares to underestimate it.
The Merlin family has truly taken an unconventional approach. The fact that they have a family-level dragon knight lineage and haven't been wiped out by a massive dragon attack suggests, in Maggie's opinion, that they definitely have extraordinary trump cards up their sleeves.
When Ficklin saw Maggie enter the room, he didn't get up. Instead, he lay sprawled on the bed, lazily lifting his eyelids and making casual, disjointed comments to Maggie.
"The Temple of Light is really boring. All you do every day is pray and practice magic. You humans live such tiring lives."
Ficklin didn't know why Maggie had come to see him. He just felt very comfortable being with Maggie, and his turbid mind became much clearer.
Even if Maggie didn't have time to come to him, he would even take the initiative to look for her and follow her around like a puppy.
Maggie knew he had probably wandered around the temple several times today and only returned to his room because he was bored.
"Indeed, unlike dragons, which are powerful and long-lived, they can do whatever they want."
Maggie echoed her earnestly, nodding as she spoke. As long as you keep agreeing with Ficklin's ideas and stroke his petals, he'll be very easy to talk to.
"Sigh, I've caused too much trouble outside. If I go back now, I might get beaten to death."
Ficklin suddenly turned over, his voice mournful.
"There's a reason for this. I trust your clan leader and he won't make things difficult for you."
Maggie wanted to laugh, but she held it in, keeping her expression serious.
Not long after leaving the dragon realm, Ficklin was poisoned, and his temperament became increasingly irritable and violent, which at one point caused the dragon to have a bad reputation.
The dragon race isn't entirely without constraints on its wandering dragons; at the very least, they can't be allowed to cause trouble recklessly, since it's still the human race's domain, and they can't afford to provoke them.
Judging by the number of disasters Ficklin has caused, he'll definitely be punished when he gets back.
"I wish it were really like you said."
With his nearly 1.9-meter-tall male model physique, Ficklin suddenly sat up in bed and rushed to Maggie, his expression one of impending tears—a classic case of a tough guy acting cute. Maggie genuinely felt she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Maggie could only turn her head slightly to hide the corners of her mouth from her smile, and forcefully comfort him in a tone that remained unchanged.
"You must believe that your people are reasonable."
Actually, she was talking nonsense. In the comics, after Ficklin returned to the dragon territory, he was almost beaten to death by the dragon chieftain. He insisted on going out even though he was told not to, and caused a lot of trouble. Anyone would be furious.
In reality, the sky god Oris and Fiklin have almost completely different personalities. Oris is calm and collected. As the weakest of the gods, he is cautious and never offends anyone easily, which is completely different from the big, silly guy in front of him.
"No, I've decided to stay here with you. I'll be your bodyguard. Don't worry, once I'm fully recovered, no one in this area can beat me."
Ficklin shook his head vigorously, then revealed a resolute expression.
"But don't get me wrong, I don't want to stay here and be afraid to go home. I just want to repay the kindness of you in saving me."
He convinced himself again, his integrity evident and without the slightest reluctance.
"...I know no one can beat you."
Maggie didn't intend to kick Ficklin out, but his initiative made her feel that even though he was a dragon, he exuded a worthless aura.
"But come on, do you have any catnip or something on you?"
Fickling's thoughts were extremely unconventional. Before Maggie could even speak, he had already circled her several times, his face full of curiosity, as if he wanted to strip Maggie naked to see what she was wearing.
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Maggie couldn't keep up with his thought process.
This is also the part that makes Maggie both amused and exasperated. When chatting with Ficklin, they can go from what to eat for dinner to how many wives the God of Light actually has.
This wasn't something Maggie made up on the spot; Ficklin had actually asked her about it last night with a gossipy look on his face.
Maggie was so startled she almost covered his mouth with her hand.
Fortunately, Ficklin only had her to talk to on a daily basis; otherwise, Maggie strongly suspected that he might be kicked out by all the followers of the God of Light in the entire temple.
Of course, Ficklin's reason for not speaking to others was simple: this foolish dragon felt that no one was worthy of speaking to a noble dragon like him except for her. Even a priest could only barely exchange a few words with him.
He didn't even acknowledge Archbishop Ford.
If Maggie hadn't casually made up that she had saved him, Ficklin probably wouldn't have become the talkative and unrestrained person he is today.
"I feel refreshed and invigorated every day when I'm with you. Cats have catnip to suck on, and maybe dragons do too."
Ficklin crossed his arms, looked Maggie up and down suspiciously, and got more and more excited as he talked. Then he convinced himself that his guess made perfect sense, and pointed at Maggie with a righteous expression that said, "If you don't tell me, I'll make a scene."
"Tell me! Are you carrying some dragon mint?"
Maggie was practically dying of laughter. How could such a thing possibly exist in this world? Even if it did, she couldn't imagine how precious it would be.
Ficklin is now her daily source of joy; chatting with him really helps her relax. Seeing his unwavering belief, Maggie decided to tease him a little before explaining.
Guess if I did or didn't.
Maggie raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
"Since you've said so, you must have it! Come on, how can you not share such a good thing with your good friend like me!"
Ficklin hissed, and seeing Maggie's expression, his eyes suddenly lit up. He excitedly rubbed his hands together and moved closer to Maggie, his expression a mix of shyness and barely concealed excitement.
The handsome guy was rubbing his hands together, which made Maggie chuckle.
"Of course not... no."
Maggie deliberately drew out her words, looked into Ficklin's expectant eyes, and then shattered his illusions without hesitation.
“You’ve lived in the dragon’s territory for so long, and you’ve traveled to most of the continent of Coral Road. You’ve even explored areas occupied by the undead, and you’ve never found any dragon mint. How could I possibly have any?”
Maggie shrugged.
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