When Kabala woke up, her arm was wrapped in thick bandages. She could still feel the pain, but it was insignificant compared to when she was sprayed by the red mist.
She couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
The wound on her arm wasn't fatal, so theoretically, it wouldn't be treated immediately. It wouldn't be strange if it was left until the end or simply waited for it to heal itself. After all, the characteristics and importance of the little angel's ability were repeatedly told to all new recruits. She didn't think that the Sand Nation would be given special treatment — if it was the bad side, it might be possible.
But if it wasn't caused by her ability, how could the wound heal so quickly?
Could it be …
She suddenly felt a sense of unease.
Perhaps she had to leave this place quickly and return to the military camp.
"Farah, right?" A nurse noticed her actions and walked over to look at the name tag hanging on the bedside table. "How do you feel now?"
"It's nothing serious. I can return to the unit at any time." She got off the bed and pretended to be unwilling. "A few of my comrades died at the hands of the demons. I want them to pay the price immediately!"
"My condolences." The nurse nodded. "But before that, you have to go to the camp's main tent. Miss Nana Pine wants to see you."
Kabala was slightly shocked. "She … wants to see me? But my injuries are almost — "
"I don't know the reason either, but she specifically told me to." The nurse smiled. "The other soldiers can't even see you even if they want to. Come with me. "
Kabala looked at the nurse's defenseless back and followed after a moment of hesitation.
After passing through layers of checkpoints, she saw the legendary angel in a tent.
Based on her appearance alone, she did fit the image of the First Army. She was petite and cute, with rosy skin and a pair of eyes that didn't seem to have completely shed their childishness. She was basically a young lady from a noble family. Describing her as unweathered by wind and rain was the most appropriate. Kabala couldn't help but feel lucky. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought.
"Um … Why are you looking for me?"
Unfortunately, the other party's first sentence shattered all her fantasies.
"I'm very curious. You're clearly a witch, so why did you hide your identity and join the First Army like a normal person?"
"I … I don't quite understand …" Kabala braced herself and replied. So Jodel still reported this to the higher-ups …
"Your injuries." Nana pointed to her arm, "Although there are many lacerations, most of them are caused by a sharp weapon. The devil's claws can't do this. I think it should be a dagger or a bayonet. In addition, when I was cleaning the wound, I found traces of the Red Mist's corrosion. The Red Mist can penetrate into the muscles beneath the skin and even reach the bones. Only witches can suffer from this kind of damage. Even if you purposely damaged the wound, this cannot be faked. "
Kabara shut her mouth.
The other party hadn't heard the news from Jodel, and he had explained it very clearly. It could be said that he didn't even leave her any room to argue. Previously, he had thought that the other party was naive and naive, and that he could perhaps use words or feign ignorance to coax him out of this predicament. But now, it seemed that it was nothing more than a laughable plan.
After a while, she whispered, "Have you ever seen a witch corroded by the Red Mist?"
Nana curled her lips. "I can do it myself."
Kabala was stunned.
"It's said that the Red Mist can cause extremely serious harm to witches, but no one knows the specific treatment method, so I could only test it myself," the little girl said calmly. "If a sister is really injured by the Red Mist and I can't do anything, wouldn't I regret it for the rest of my life?" She paused. "Fortunately, as long as they don't breathe in large amounts of the Red Mist or get hit in a vital area like the head, they can be saved in a short period of time. So remember, the next time you encounter this kind of situation, the safest thing to do is to immediately cut off your arm. "
Kabala was dumbfounded. Even now, she couldn't forget how intense the pain of being corroded by the Red Mist was. Usually, after experiencing it once, they definitely wouldn't want to try it a second time. But from the other party's tone, it seemed like she had repeated it several times. Yet when she said this, Nana's expression didn't change much, completely unable to be linked to her slightly immature appearance.
A greenhouse flower from an aristocratic family?
Don't joke around!
She let out a long sigh. Now that she thought about it, although she used to be a Divine Lady, it seemed that she had never gained the upper hand in negotiations, whether it was the Queen of Clearwater or a little girl from the Northern Kingdom.
"… My name is Kabala, and I come from the Sandstone Clan. Farry is just a pseudonym." Kabala gave up all struggle and revealed her past one by one. At this point, the First Army couldn't let her stay any longer, and because she had once served the great chief's archenemy, Princess Garcia of Graycastle, it wasn't surprising that she was escorted back to Neverwinter for trial.
Although Roland Wimbledon insisted on treating witches well, it didn't mean that he would treat the enemy's subordinates well.
"I'm very curious, during the battle in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, how did you deceive the church's Pure Witches?" Nana asked.
"In addition to being able to order others, the Art of Instruction can also be used to order oneself — if it's only one person, it can even do some things that exceed one's own limits, and death is also one of them." Kabala slowly said, "After receiving the order, the breathing and heartbeat will temporarily stop. At that time, the Pure Witches and the Judgement Army were still chasing after the Wolf King, so they didn't waste too much time on me."
"I see, the scar on your face was left at that time, right?" Miss Pine pondered for a while. "I don't quite understand. You said that you joined the First Army for the remaining clansmen, so why did you hide your identity and not even tell the clan that you were alive?"
"What can I say? I led everyone to fight for an eternal oasis, but in the end, I was the only one who survived? " Kabala revealed an indescribable bitterness. "They entrusted their trust and hope to me, but I turned them into irrational monsters. Thousands of young and strong clansmen died in a foreign country, and the Sandstone Clan was almost annexed. How could I still have the face to return to the clan?
"The First Army's recruitment of manpower from the Sand Nation made me realize that the only compensation I could make was to join the army and then use the merit I received to exchange for a green land for my clansmen to live in. The Sand Nation's inspection wasn't as strict as yours, so I fabricated an identity and gained Brian's trust during the siege of the Wildwave and Cut Bone clans. " She lowered her head and said, "As for how you want to deal with me, it's fine, but … please don't vent your anger on the Sandstone Clan — the remaining clansmen are all children and women, and they have never served Garcia Wimbledon."
"I understand." Nana nodded. "You can go back."
"Wh … at?" Kabala couldn't react for a moment.
"I actually asked you to come here to ask if you want to remove the scar on your face." The little girl spread out her hands. "But now, it seems that your answer is no. If that's the case, then I have nothing else to say. "
She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Yes, she had never had the upper hand in negotiations. In the past, when she negotiated with the Queen of Clearwater, she was often speechless, just like now …
But the feeling between the two was so different.
"By the way, the Star Flower Troupe has a performance tonight, it's in the Western Pass Camp." Nana smiled. "If you return now, you might be able to see the end."
Kabala bit her lip, bowed to her in the Sand Nation's etiquette, and then turned to leave the tent.
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