Chapter 6 Starting Over


    "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 manipte dragons.


    Besides, you''ve been attending the ritual for five years in a row, but it''s alwayse 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 sess? What a shame!'' Rocky


    couldn''t help but grimace to himself.


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    Lena noticed that Rocky''s expression looked a little strange. She immediately nced 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 be a royal spirit maniptor, you could have at least


    be a spirit maniptor. It''s just that... your constitution makes it nearly impossible for you to learn


    the spiritual method at all. So being a spirit maniptor is out of the question. You are the only member


    of the royal family who fails to be a spirit maniptor. Of course, it has been centuries of an


    excellent, pristine bloodline. You are descended from the first spirit maniptor. Therefore, bing a


    spirit maniptor is a tradition of the royal family. Since you were born into this bloodline, you should


    have be a spirit maniptor. Unfortunately, you haven''t inherited the excellent bloodline of the


    royal family. Now you can''t even manipte 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 tofort him.


    "Tell me more." Rocky didn''t care about their words at all. Anyway, now this body belonged to him, not


    Basil. No matter what others said, he wasn''t directly in the line of fire. On the contrary, those words


    could motivate him.


    "Are you sure?" Lena asked hesitantly at first, and when she saw Rocky nod his head, she said, "Your


    mother, the little consort, was born in a civilian family. She shouldn''t have been eligible to be a


    part of the royal family. But His Majesty happened to meet her on a cruise and fell in love with her. He


    insisted on taking her back to the pce and married her. Then she became pregnant with you.


    However, the royal family had always looked down on her because of her humble background, often


    insulting and snubbing her. And she had always been rather sickly. After giving birth to you, she


    suffered a very long and difficult bout of depression. When you were eight years old, she fell seriously


    ill and passed away. Since then, you had also been excluded by the royal family and treated as an


    illegitimate child. If you weren''t the son of His Majesty himself, you might have been expelled from the


    royal family long ago. The situation would have improved if only you became a spirit maniptor.


    Unfortunately, you just couldn''t, which made the royal family despise you even more. Even His Majesty


    was disappointed with you. Someone even advised him to expel you from the royal family. But he loved


    your mother so much that he still chose to protect you and make you a civilian prince in the royal family.


    This way, at least you won''t have to worry about material life."


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


    a sad life for a prince!" Rocky couldn''t help sympathizing with him.


    "Basil, are you alright?" Lena frowned slightly. Why was Basil referring to himself in the third person?


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


    Lena thought that Rocky was justforting himself and sighed lightly.


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


    steam.


    "Your Royal Highness, this is the magic medicine from Priest Dean," the maid said, handing over the


    bottle.


    "Please drink it, Basil. Your memory will be restored soon. Although you may feel better without those


    bad memories, I still hope you go back to the way you used to be." Lena''s voice sounded so gentle.


    Rocky''s face twitched for a moment, but for the sake of Lena''s kindness, he could only force himself to


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


    "Well, you need more rest. I''ll prepare for tomorrow''s ritual. If you need anything at all, just tell them."


    Lena left after tenderly squeezing his hand.


    "Your Royal Highness, I''ll be outside. If you need anything, call me at any time." The maid who brought


    in the magic medicine left, too.


    Rocky went to the bed and sat down 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 Basil Long.


    "It doesn''t seem easy to be a prince. However, it''s not a bad thing to be a prince who has no worries


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


    looked up at the ceiling and chuckled to himself. His eyelids soon grew heavy and he eventually fell


    asleep. The medicine had done its job.


    Right before he fell asleep, he couldn''t help but wonder if it might all just be a dream.


    Rocky didn''t wake up until the next morning. He was gently awakened by a soft voice. He opened his


    eyes and found that everything was just like yesterday. He groaned upon finding out that he really was


    not dreaming at all. The respectful maids standing beside the bed were what greeted his groggy eyes.


    There were four of them waiting on him. Rocky was quite excited to see so many beauties surrounded


    him as soon as he opened his eyes in the early morning.


    "Your Royal Highness, the ritual is about to start. Her Royal Highness asked us to remind you to attend


    on time, otherwise, you''ll be gossiped about again," one of the maids said.


    "I don''t care about what they say," Rocky yawned and got out of bed, stretching his body.


    At this moment, the four maids immediately gathered around Rocky and began to help him take off his


    clothes.


    "Hey, hey, hey, watch your hands and don''t touch me! I''ll use you of sexual harassment!" Rocky


    crudelyughed.


    "Your Royal Highness, you just stretched out your arms, so we thought you were asking us to change


    your clothes..." The maids were confused.


    ''Oh, I forgot, the prince doesn''t change his clothes himself. Hah, what a wonderful life...'' Rockyughed


    naughtily, "Well, I''ll allow you to take advantage of me."


    The maids blushed in embarrassment, but they still undressed Rocky as fast as they could. They


    changed his underclothes before dressing him in a light blue silk-trimmed gown embroidered with a


    dragon surrounded by graceful clouds. He looked much more presentable


    now.