The Medallion

"So that's how it is." Rocky nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that there were so many magical things in this world that he never expected.

"Does this mean that I can also fuse with the Dragon Spirit Bead to gain dragon spiritual power?" Logically speaking, as a prince he should aspire for this.

"The best age to fuse with Dragon Spirit Bead is between twelve and eighteen, but you are way past that age. It's a pity that you will never have an opportunity to gain the ability to manipulate dragons. Besides, you've been attending the ritual for five years in a row, but it's always come out to the same result..." Lena felt so sorry for him.

"If you weren't a member of the royal family, it would be much easier. In that case, even if you can't fuse with the dragon, you could still fuse with other war beasts like the White Liger, Kylin, Double-faced Snake Man and so on," Lena added.

'What? Basil has participated for five consecutive years without success? What a shame!' Rocky couldn't help but grimace to himself.

Lena noticed that Rocky's expression looked a little strange. She immediately glanced at him doubtfully, but found nothing wrong. When she spoke again, her tone sounded a little heavy. "To be honest, it's not so bad. Even if you can't become a royal spirit manipulator, you could have at least become a spirit manipulator. It's just that... your constitution makes it nearly impossible for you to learn the spiritual method at all. So being a spirit manipulator is out of the question. You are the only member of the royal family who fails to become a spirit manipulator. Of course, it has been centuries of an excellent, pristine bloodline. You are descended from the first spirit manipulator. Therefore, becoming a spirit manipulator is a tradition of the royal family. Since you were born into this bloodline, you should have become a spirit manipulator. Unfortunately, you haven't inherited the excellent bloodline of the royal family. Now you can't even manipulate ordinary cats and dogs, let alone a dragon."

"I see. No wonder Priest Dean and Shirley didn't show any respect to me and called me a wimp." Rocky now understood why people were so unfriendly to him.

"Their words weren't the worst. Others were even crueler. So in a way, it's a good thing you lost your memory," Lena tried to comfort him.

Rocky didn't care about their words at all. Anyway, now this body belonged to him, not Basil. No

eight years old, she fell seriously

this guy had! No father, no mother, no love, and being bullied all day long. What a sad life for a prince!" Rocky

Lena frowned slightly. Why was Basil referring to

it's okay. Don't worry about me. Basil is no longer a wimp." Rocky

that Rocky was just comforting himself and sighed lightly.

after, a maid brought in a bottle containing dark purple liquid, which constantly emitted misty

the magic medicine from Priest Dean," the maid said, handing over

you may feel better without those bad memories, I still hope you go back to the way you used

to take the magic medicine and drink it up. The bitter and spicy taste was no different from that of poison.

anything at all,

outside. If you need anything, call me at any time." The maid who brought in the magic medicine left, too.

heavily. He looked back at the young face reflected in the mirror and realized that now he wasn't Rocky but a civilian prince named

about material life. I wish I wasn't dreaming..." Rocky fell onto the bed, resting his head on his arms.