The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 209. Leeches

Chapter 209: 209. Leeches

"I had the toughest work of ’em all I tell yah, the toughest! Yah think it was easy touching those leeches? Those creatures are minions of the devil I tell yah, and I hate them more than anything, but I had to touch them all to save yah life."

"Leeches?" Barak raised a brow.

"Yah don’t know what leeches are? They are those black slimy creatures that look a lot like worms but are nothing like normal worms, those cursed things! " Botch explained with his face cringed in disgust. "They lash unto yah and refuse to leave! Those little demons of—"

"I know Leeches, Botch, but what do they have to do with me being alive?" Barak asked.

"Ah, that old drunk doesn’t look like it, but he knows some good and useful magic tricks. That’s how we are able to stay in this eerie forest."

Barak nodded his head as Botch spoke. Indeed when they had told him the forest they were in, he had been shocked. It was the forest of Itirilar, the forest of the damned.

In truth, they had explained to him why they were in the forest. At first they didn’t want to, but then eventually they did. Clearly they had entered Trago illegally and therefore had no method or means of identification to show that they were legal visitors of Trago.

Without any means of identification, it was impossible to get a place to stay in Trago. No inn or guesthouse would receive a foreigner without a means of identification, rather they would call the knights on such a person.

So since renting a place to stay after illegally entering Trago was impossible, Rug brought them to this forest. Barak was more shocked to find out that this was not their first visit. And they always stayed in the Forest of Itirilar. But this time they stayed longer than usual because of him.

He heard stories about the forest, and those stories were enough to drive away the curiosity of anyone thinking of venturing into the forest. No matter how desperate a person was for shelter, the forest of Itirilar was not a place to make shelter.

Yet the three people who have helped him and brought him into the forest were perfectly fine.

At first, he had wondered if maybe it was because they were elves, that was why nothing happened to them in the forest, but then he himself was a dragon blood, so something should have happened to him at the very least... But seeing that nothing went wrong with him, he concluded that the stories must have just been lies to scare people.

Maybe the forest was not as damned as the tragonians put it out to be.

But now, listening to Botch was making him think otherwise. Who is Rug, really?

"But I must admit," Botch continued his explanations, "when he suggested the Leeches this time, I raised a brow because I had never heard of that method before. But then again, what do I know? Haha." Botch laughed and Barak just stared at him still waiting for the explanation on how the Leeches concerned his healing process.

"Botch, the Leeches..."

"Ah the Leeches. Well, I don’t know how he did it, because I don’t do magic, haha. But all I know is that Rug did something to the Leeches. I think he cast a spell on them or something. After that, all we had to do was dump the Leeches into a bowl of soup the Leeches suck up the soup—"

"Wait, soup? Leeches suck up soup?"

"I was as baffled as yah was too when I first saw it. But after weeks of repeating the process, it became usual. Like it is usual for cats to eat fish, only with those disgusting slimy creatures called Leeches."

"After sucking up the soup, what—"

"Ah, that is the hardest part. And the part they left to me! I’d have to pick the Leeches and place them on yah wounds. Then the Leeches crawl into yah body through those wounds."

Barak’s face cringe with disgust as he heard the explanation. As someone who had gone to war many times, he had heard and seen various methods of saving a person’s life, but this was something new. He had never heard of this method before.

"What did—"

Botch, not allowing Barak finish his question, gave an answer "Ah, according to Rug, the Leeches would pass the food into your system so yah don’t starve to death, then they also go about in yah body and stop yah from being paralyzed. I also don’t understand that part, so don’t ask me further."

It was as disgusting as it was fascinating. A thought suddenly struck Barak, "Does that mean that right now there—"

Again, Botch does not allow Barak complete his question before giving him an answer, "Nay, of course not. After putting them into your body, they come out on their own in about six hours. And then I had to take them off yah body again, those disgusting creatures." Botch cried as he thought of doing that.

"So yah see, yah see... I had the toughest job of ’em all. Not once did they agree to watch over yah. So when yah return to yah place as prince and no one’s trying to kill yah, yah have to treat me better than them. And also—"

"Your Highness!! Your Highness!!!" It was the voice of the wife of the man who claimed to have done all the work.

"And she says I’m the uncultured one." Botch tsked and shook his head as his wife burst into the cottage, slowly followed by Rug who seemed to have had a hard time keeping up with the pace of the energetic woman as he was panting and wheezing heavily, dragging in his breath as though he would collapse soon.

For a second, Barak stared at the old man who had been the reason for his recovery. It seemed so impossible for someone like him.

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