Chapter 264
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Dean followed the instructions and unscrewed the cap. He poured the water on his left arm and smeared it evenly with his hand. He felt that the smell of the fountain of life was like the juice of flowers and plants. At the same time, there was a very obscure smell of blood. It was difficult for ordinary people to smell it. In addition to the smell of blood, there was a little rotten smell. The volatile odor particles were even rarer. Even he needed to carefully sniff to find it.
"If ordinary people have knife or sword wounds, they only need to smear it on the wound. The fountain of life will stimulate the rapid metabolism of the necrotic flesh and blood. New flesh and blood will grow and heal the wound. A bottle of fountain of life can be used more than ten times." Dean poured out half of the bottle and smeared a layer of it on all parts of his left arm including his fingers. It looked like a layer of oil, exuding a strong fragrance.
Looking at the quiet absorption and volatilization of the fountain of life on his left arm, Dean was a little worried. Although he could burst out with power beyond his physical strength without feeling, but the damage to his body was also great. Moreover, in the fierce battle, it was difficult to control the weight. This was extremely fatal in close combat. In the future, he could either completely give up close combat and specialize in long-range archery. Or he could wait until his left arm recovered and immediately strengthen the control and exercise of his left arm. When his left arm was unconscious, he could still control the strength to a fine degree.
"If I only practice archery, I can improve quickly. But archery is mainly for hunting outside the giant wall. If I am assassinated inside the giant wall or in a head-on confrontation, I still have to rely on close combat!" Dean thought of many hidden dangers. He secretly decided to strengthen the exercise as soon as his arm recovered.
Three days later.
"Doctor, are you sure that the bones have completely healed? Will there be any hidden injuries left inside?" Dean looked at the middle-aged man and his assistant, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. These two were the ones who had treated his arm in the past.
The middle-aged man was concentrating on suturing Dean's left arm. His head was full of sweat. When he heard Dean's question, he answered without lifting his head: "I have checked. The bones are hard and the cracks are completely healed. As long as you continue to recuperate for a period of time, you can completely recover. But it is recommended not to do strenuous activities in the near future.
Dudian nodded. If an ordinary person wanted to confirm whether their arm had recovered or not, they could roughly understand by the feeling of pain. But he couldn't feel it, so he could only ask the doctor to skin his arm and see the bones. As a result, the arm would inevitably be traumatized. But the wound caused by the surgery was an external injury.
Soon, the middle-aged man completely sutured Dean's arm. He put the blood-stained gloves and needles back into the operating box, exhaled lightly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked up at Dean, only to find that the teenager's expression was calmer than his. Although he had been injected with anesthetic, so he would not feel pain, he was not frightened by the bloody scene of the surgical dissection. He secretly smiled bitterly, got up, and said, "Don't touch water with your left hand recently. If you feel itchy, please be sure to resist scratching it to avoid infection. I will come over regularly for anti-inflammatory and examination. If there are other abnormalities, you can inform me immediately."
"Alright." Dean leaned on the bed: "Thanks for your hard work. Take care."
The middle-aged man smiled, picked up the suitcase, and left the room with the girl who was looking at Dean in surprise.
The next day.
Dean's left hand was wrapped in bandages and fixed on his shoulder. He went to the room on the second floor of the Ryan Castle. After dispersing the servants, Dean looked at Old Fulin: "Have the procedures been completed?"
"Yes." Old Fulin took out a stack of bulging envelopes from the drawer: "Everything is in here. The people you want haven't escaped, so it's easy to bail them out. Now you just need to go and pick them up."
Dean nodded and took the stack of envelopes: "I'll go. It's too far for you."
Old Fulin glanced at his arm: "Your hand …"
"It's healed. Just waiting for the stitches to be removed." Dudian smiled as he put the letter into his arms. He turned around and went downstairs. Old Fulin escorted him to the carriage that the butler had brought. He waved to Old Fulin and ordered the coachman to set off.
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In the frontier of the commercial district, there was a low-lying hidden place. The periphery was covered with thorns and weeds, and in the depths of the jungle was a plain with lush green grass. In the middle of the plain stood an ancient castle that was more than ten meters high. Outside the castle was a spacious blue lake that reflected the silver-gray radiation clouds in the sky and the blue sun.
This was the first prison of Sylvia, Thorns Flower Prison!
Warden Jones and Butler Peter were standing on the balcony in a gorgeous office on the top floor of the prison. They were looking at the thorns and flowers at the end of the plain outside the lake. Jones whispered: "Do you remember the kid who escaped from here?"
Peter smiled: "I don't think the people in this prison will forget him."
Jones didn't know whether he was happy or angry: "Do you remember how long it has been since he escaped?"
"Two quarters." Peter faintly guessed something: "I heard that he joined the New World Consortium established by the Ryan family. Are they the guarantors of the five dirty pigs that were bailed out today?"
Jones nodded slightly as his eyes flashed: "The Burong family had sent this kid to prison. But they weren't able to kill this kid in two seasons. Instead, he was sent to the Temple of Elements created by the Holy Church. It can be seen that we made a big mistake. This kid should have the strength of an intermediate hunter when he was sent to prison. In fact, he should have the strength of a senior hunter."
Peter was startled but soon understood why Jones had such an inference. If he didn't have such strong strength then he would have been killed by the Burong family.
"Wasn't he just thirteen years old when he was sent to the prison?" Peter couldn't help but ask. Although he was in his fifties but he remembered every criminal that had been sent to the prison.
Jones nodded slightly. His eyes were deep as he said: "He has such strength at the age of thirteen. The Burong family didn't know that this kid is extremely patient and good at disguising himself. If the Burong family doesn't get rid of this kid as soon as possible, then maybe in the next ten years, they will fall in the hands of this kid."
Bidde was surprised: "No way. Burong family has been in business for several generations. Their businesses are spread across all walks of life. This kid is cunning and deep, but in front of a colossus like Burong family, he won't be able to do anything. If he is smart, he will reconcile with Burong family, otherwise …"
"Reconciliation is impossible." Jones whispered: "Don't you know what kind of life is like in the prison? If this kid becomes a senior hunter then the Burong family will be in danger."
Peter nodded: "It's too difficult to become a senior hunter. Moreover it's hard to predict the life of a senior hunter. Even a senior hunter has an amazing chance of dying outside the giant wall. In front of a monster no matter what kind of conspiracy or trick is useless."
Jones saw a small black dot slowly appear outside the plain. He whispered: "It's coming."
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Dean lifted the curtain and looked around the plain. He recalled the rainy day when he escaped from here. His whole body was wet and he had to stick to the grass to escape from here.
After a moment the carriage came to the front of the lake.
"Stop! Please show your proof!" The guard at the bridge shouted. If he hadn't seen the noble flag on Dean's carriage then he would have destroyed the carriage as soon as it was detected by the watchtower.
Dean opened the door and got out of the carriage. He took out the letter from his arms and handed it to the guard.
The jailer took it and opened it. After a moment, he looked at Dean and said: "Come with me. Don't look around on the way." Then he took Dean along the corridor to the prison.
Dean stepped on the road and looked at the lake on both sides of the stone road. There were more than ten meters long shadows swimming in the lake. If someone fell into it even if he was a senior hunter most of them would be dismembered and die tragically.
Suddenly he felt someone was watching him. He looked up and saw two figures standing on the balcony of the top floor of the prison. The first one was a middle-aged man in black clothes. He had thick eyebrows and a cold temperament. Behind him was an old man with white hair. He had a gentle expression but his eyes were faintly sharp.
Dean guessed that these two should be the warden and his servant of the Thorn flower prison.
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