Chapter 436 The Queen’s Professional Account (11,000)

Mirabelle was not sure how to describe this energy in her body. This energy was different from magic. She had never felt this special energy before.

Delicate, tough, and full of life.

She could feel that this ray of energy also contained some very special effects. Where the energy flowed, the meridians in the body that had been almost completely shattered into dregs were slowly healing again.

The exhausted internal organs gradually regained their vitality.

It's not that easy to treat a burnout. If Elsa had been treating it herself, it would have been much faster. But Elsa didn't have that much time. In her spare time, Elsa would rather work on Ron. He rested in his body and nourished his soul with the help of Ron's body.

Just like this, after roughly treating Mirabelle for a while, Elsa simply put a ray of divine power directly into Mirabelle's body.

Mirabelle couldn't bear Ron's special energy between the power of God and magic. Ordinarily, Mirabelle, the real power of God, should be even more unbearable. However, Elsa remained in Mirabelle's body. The power of God is obviously somewhat special. This is the power of life. Not only will it not cause any burden to Mirabelle, it will even continue to nourish Mirabelle's body.

It can be said bluntly that even if Mirabell's realm does not improve in this life, as long as this trace of divine power exists, her lifespan will be at least 1800 years, far exceeding the lifespan of the elves.

What's more, the power of God is still acting as a medicine guide. With the power of God, Elsa's next practice will be more effective with half the effort.

Of course, Mirabell would not know this. She could only feel that her body seemed to have improved a lot. Although she was weak, the internal injuries she had suffered for two hundred days had been healed silently.

Although there is not much strength left in his body, his spirit is better than before he fainted.

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

There was a burst of ecstasy in her heart involuntarily. Before, she just wanted to rescue this man from the ruins as soon as possible. Mirabell didn't care what happened to her body, but she was also a woman after all. How could she not care about herself as long as she was a woman? appearance?

"You're awake, how do you feel?" A gentle voice came from beside him.

Mirabell's pretty face blushed slightly. Even if this man came closer, her heartbeat would speed up and her body temperature would rise.

Not to mention Ron, even Mirabelle could not believe that she would become like this. You must know that she was very dismissive of the opposite sex before.

She deliberately wanted to raise her head to take a look at this man. After all, it was just a quick glance before, but she was a little panicked in her heart. She tried hard to maintain a calm look, but her little hands subconsciously rubbed the corners of her clothes: "It's okay, it's okay."

The voice seemed to be trembling.

"I, my name is Mirabelle. I don't know your name yet?" Mirabelle took a deep breath. She finally mustered up all the courage to raise her head and stared at Luo with her big, flickering eyes. kindness.

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

Mirabelle couldn't help but chuckle.

In fact, Ron's appearance can be said to be pretty good among humans.

But if it were left to the elves, it would be below average.

But... beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this rule applies even in the Twilight Continent.

Now Mirabell's heart is full of Ron, and when she looks at Ron, she naturally needs to wear a three-point filter, which has its own beauty effect.

"Ron."

Ron introduced himself.

It seemed that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit ambiguous and charming. Even so, Ron was a bit embarrassed because of his thick skin. Are you kidding me? He is a time traveler and a prophet. I think he and the fox girl Bai Yuan were even more confused and just left. He took off the sheets and climbed into bed with the seventh princess, Agnes.

What is embarrassment?

He should not understand.

But what is the situation now? Why is it more like two young lovers in puppy love?

Ambiguous, green, and with a bit of heart-pounding sweetness?

Why did he feel that he was living more and more in the past? Ron's forehead was 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 changing your mind in this small town. After it was reduced to ruins, you have been thinking about saving me, and you have suffered a lot during this time."

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

Mirabell shook her head: "You saved me first, I'm just repaying your kindness."

Ron was in an even weirder mood, repaying the favor? It was really hard for him to imagine that these two words would actually come from the mouth of the mean and unkind Elf Queen. The difference in personality between the game and reality was really too big.

"As for what's next..." Mirabell 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?"

With a slightly pleading voice, Ron's heartbeat first slowed down by half a minute, and then started to beat hard.

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

"Miss Mirabelle, you may not know what I am going to do next. I will first go to the Spang Theocracy, and then the three princesses who usurped the Spang Theocracy will rebel, and then I will go to the Orc Territory, where there is ice and snow. , I believe it’s definitely not a good place for me to go there, and the most important thing is that I have to kill an evil spirit, and 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 Mirabell seemed not to have heard what Ron said at all. Her big emerald green eyes just stared at Ron: "When you rescued me from that Holy Father, , I recognize you."

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

Opening his mouth, Ron spoke again: "Your Majesty, you may not know it well, but I...there are actually many women around me..."

The ones currently taken include Irelia, Cecilia, Serafina, Agnes, Charlene, Lidya, Baiyuan... As for those that have not yet been taken, there are more.

Normally, once a woman finds out that the man she likes is so carefree, she will probably be greatly disappointed. Her filter will break and she will call him a scumbag. From now on, you will go your Chenghua Avenue and I will go my Erxian Bridge. We will never see you again until we die. contacts.

But it was obvious that Mirabelle was no ordinary woman. Her gaze became firmer and firmer, without any deviation or fluctuation. She just looked at Ron quietly, and then lightly opened her red lips:

"I will recognize you for the rest of my life!"

Ron's heart trembled slightly.

Seeing Mirabelle's eyes that remained unwavering in her determination even if she was facing thousands of mountains, a surge of pride suddenly surged in his heart.

Damn it, I am a time-traveler, I have finally traveled through time, but if I still have three wives and four concubines and I am still timid, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?

If other women are so proactive, and he still has to evade, is he still a man?

The slight turmoil in his heart was instantly calmed down. Ron took a deep breath and looked at Mirabelle: "In this case, if you don't feel wronged, then follow me from now on."

"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 also breathed a sigh of relief. She had already used up all her courage to say those words before. Although Mirabelle boasted that her appearance was not bad and her figure was not bad. , even for the elves, who are famous for their beauty, it is still the best choice, but this time it is Ron after all, and Mirabell has always been worried that she will be rejected.

Until this time, Mirabell finally felt at ease, and soon a flush appeared on her fair and pretty face, becoming more and more delicate.

Seeing Mirabelle's appearance, Ron couldn't help but laugh, that's all, that's fine.

He scratched his hair and explained with a little embarrassment: "Actually, I just asked you what to do next. I wanted to ask you what your plans are and whether there is anything you want to accomplish..."

There is no doubt that Mirabelle misunderstood this statement.

The elf queen was slightly startled when she heard this, and her pretty face became even more rosy. She even couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ron. This guy was just too... too incomprehensible.

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

Do you 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 a woman like this kind of character?

Mirabell cursed in her heart, her cheeks bulging, and her originally thin and narrow cheeks became a little more rounded, making her look even cuter.

"If there's something to do, that's it."

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

Mirabell's face looked a little gloomy: "Under Heferson's slaughter, the Elf Royal Family has been reduced from tens of thousands at the peak to a few hundred people now... If Hefelson continues to wreak havoc, it will only I’m afraid that the royal family will perish.”

"Of course, the death of the elven royal family may also be a good thing."

Mirabell's tone was a bit depressed and gloomy. It was obvious that although she was the queen of elves, she didn't have much affection for the royal family.

Because of Hefelson's massacre, there were very few members of the royal family left, but even under such circumstances, the royal family was still fighting for power and blood.

Mirabell had two sisters, both of whom died due to assassinations. If these two sisters had not been assassinated, the identity of the Elf Queen would not have fallen on Mirabell.

The killer was not Hefelson, but a member of other royal families.

Even though the average life span of a queen is no more than seven years, these elves still flock to her.

Mirabelle was not targeted by those people just because she was young, but even so, she had been assassinated several times.

In Mirabelle's eyes, the existence of the royal family has no value to the Elf Forest. Apart from making the civilians of the elves bear a heavier burden, there is no benefit at all. Perishment 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 the one who needs to be destroyed even more is Hefferson.

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 a queen, but Hefelson must die."

"Sir, do you know Hefferson?"

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

Mirabell nodded. The members of the Elf Clan basically live in the Elf Forest and almost never go out. They are even more isolated from the world than the Dragon Clan.

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

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

"Then, sir, do you know that Hefelson...has gone crazy."

"He has planned extremely terrifying forces behind his back, and is just waiting for the opportunity to come, and he will immediately launch a war against the entire Twilight Continent."

Ron's eyes narrowed. He already knew these contents when he met with Hefelson before. In fact, Hefelson had even started to take action. He had already started to eliminate some masters.

"I admit that Hefelson is very powerful. Under Hefelson's control, the elves have indeed given birth to many masters in recent years. However, trying to use one race to fight against the life of the entire Twilight Continent will lead to nothing but destruction. I see no other hope."

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

"I don't care whether the royal family survives, but I can't just watch the entire elves collapse."

This is Mirabelle's will.

Although she is a queen in name only, she has no power at all.

However, as long as she is the queen for one day, she will bear the responsibility of the queen for the rest of her life.

She will work hard to find a way for the elves to survive amid many impossibilities.

Of course, this is with the permission of her sweetheart. In Mirabelle's heart, her sweetheart comes first, followed by her own life, and finally the elves. She makes the distinction very clearly.

The elves will save them if they can. If the cost is too high, such as sacrificing herself, Mirabell will turn around and leave without hesitation.

After all, she finally met her sweetheart and they haven't lived happily together for a long time. She didn't want to sacrifice her life so early.

Ron looked strange, leaning against a stone, gently rubbing his fingers on the ground, and pinched off a piece of dogtail grass with a little force.

"You mean, you want to rebel?"

Why does rebellion always happen to him? Could it be that he is a professional in rebellion?

Not to the point.

He didn't really encourage others to rebel, right?

At most, it was a Queen Dolores.

At most, the third princess Lidya is preparing for rebellion, and now it seems that she has begun to take action.

Now I met another Mirabelle who had thoughts of rebellion.

There are only three in total, so, not much, right?

Mirabell was slightly startled: "Yes."

Although she is the Elf Queen, the current ruler of the Elf clan is Heferson. The Elf Queen has no value other than her honorable name. It is okay to call her a rebel.

Of course, during the rebellion, the name of the Elf Queen is also a good thing that can be used.

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

If Mirabell also becomes queen, Dolores plus the future Lydia, then he will have three queens with his own hands.

When things developed to this extent, Ron couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he really controlled the queen?

No way.

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

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

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

Just in case, I will update it today.