[Latest News] Tomorrow is 515, Qidian's anniversary celebration, the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and the school bag, this time the 515 red envelope must be flipped, there is no reason not to snatch the red envelope. Set the alarm clock ~
Just as Roland squatted on the ground to install the base, three figures suddenly emerged from the void. When they landed, they staggered and fell to the ground together.
Anna was shocked, and in the blink of an eye, a cluster of green flames rose into a wall of fire, blocking in front of the two people.
Roland looked up and found that one of the women was Nightingale, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. She looked to be in a very sorry state, and her cheeks were abnormally red. Even though it was cold outside, her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
"Your Royal Highness, please call Nana, hurry up!"
She raised her head and shouted, her anxiety evident in her words.
Roland had already noticed that the woman tied to her back was pale and her eyes were closed. Half of her arm was empty, and the cloth wrapped around the wound had been dyed dark red by the blood that had seeped out.
"Cardan, go to the hospital and bring Nana here!" Roland's heart tightened, and he shouted towards the door.
"Yes, Your Royal Highness!"
In addition to these two people, there was also a little girl who was held under Nightingale's armpit. She seemed to be fine, and her eyes were curiously looking around.
"Are you hurt?" Roland stepped forward and untied the cloth on Nightingale's back, untying the one-armed woman.
"I'm fine, Your Royal Highness, cough cough … I'm sorry, I couldn't bring back the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association," Nightingale gasped, her voice weak. Obviously, she had experienced a long journey, and her physical strength was almost overdrawn.
"You don't have to say anything, just have a good rest first," Roland carried the unconscious and seriously injured woman, and then let Anna support Nightingale, and the five people returned to the castle together. Nightingale's room was next to Anna's. He ordered the maid to start a fire and prepare a large bucket of hot water in the room. After Nana arrived, he gave a simple explanation about cleaning the wound before the treatment, and then left the room.
As long as she didn't die, Nana could heal her wounds and save her life. Nightingale even brought back the woman's severed arm, but it had been bleeding for a long time, so he didn't know if it could be reattached. The cleaning and treatment that followed required him to take off his clothes. As a member of the new generation that grew up under the red flag, Roland consciously chose to avoid it.
But how did things turn out like this? He thought, could it be that the Witch Cooperation Association's camp was attacked by demonic beasts, and only three people managed to escape? If that was the case, it would be a great loss.
He paced back and forth outside the door anxiously. About an hour later, the door was pushed open, and the first to come out was the little girl who had returned with Nightingale. She looked completely unharmed. She nodded at Roland. "You're just as Nightingale said."
"…" Roland was stunned. "What did she say about me?"
"'A Prince who cares about the witches'." The girl gently closed the door, "Unfortunately, this news was too shocking, so most people in the Witch Cooperation Association didn't believe her. In fact, I didn't believe it, but as my father said, the world is so big, there are all kinds of people. My name is Lightning, Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. " Then she bowed her head, and put her right hand on her left shoulder – that was probably a salute.
But Roland's mind didn't pay attention to this, he keenly captured the words "most people didn't believe her". "The Witch Cooperation Association's camp was not attacked by demonic beasts?"
"Attacked? No … why do you ask? " She pointed her index finger at her forehead, and then showed an expression of sudden realization, "Ah, I understand. The elder sister with the broken arm is called Vendy, she was injured by the Witch Cooperation Association's mentor, Cara. "Then, Lightning roughly told him the whole story.
Roland was silent after listening, so it was like this … he thought, I really underestimated the cruel oppression of the witches in this world. Over the years, the witches' distrust of the Church and the upper nobles had reached its peak. And Cara was one of the radical members. Listening to Lightning's description, the first thing the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association wanted to do after gaining enough power was to eradicate people like me.
But fortunately, Nightingale came back safely.
Not only that, but she also brought back two witches to Border Town. As for the model community project, Roland thought about it, and decided to let Carr continue to build it. Even if he didn't need them now, there would always be more witches in the future.
"Are you also a member of the Witch Cooperation Association?"
"Not anymore," she said, "Like Vendy and Nightingale, now that we have come out, we can't go back. I'm afraid that Cara will eat us alive. "
"She was stabbed by Nightingale, but she still survived?" Roland asked with a frown.
"Probably, there is a witch in the camp called Leaf, she can increase the efficacy of herbs several times," Lightning thought for a moment, "With more blood clotting grass and blood dissolving agent, it shouldn't be a problem to save Cara's life, but compared to your witch, the effect is much worse."
That's really troublesome, he thought, I don't have to worry about being targeted by the Church, but in the end I'm being targeted by the witches. Fortunately, the other party's main purpose is to find the Holy Mountain, so now they should have no time to find trouble with Nightingale.
"You said before that you didn't fully believe Nightingale's words, so why did you escape from the Witch Cooperation Association with her?"
"Because of the black machine that breathes white gas, and the gray powder that turns into stone when touched by water, and the explosion of the thunderous sound of the snow!" Lightning repeated what she had said to Nightingale, "There may not be a Prince who treats witches well, but she shouldn't have lied to me, otherwise it would be impossible for her to make up such a vivid story – this is the intuition of an explorer. That's right, the big thing I saw in the yard was the black machine that can spit white gas? Nightingale said it was called … a steam engine? "
"An explorer?" Roland automatically ignored the last question.
"Yes, an explorer." She emphasized each word, "This is the reason why I chose to follow Nightingale here. An explorer is full of curiosity towards all things unknown. "
"…" Roland secretly sighed, this is a chuunibyou disease. To be able to pursue things outside of survival in this era, she must have come from a rich family. Looking at her tomboy dress, and her short blonde hair, he asked, "Are you really not called Izreal?"
"Then who? My name is Lightning, "the little girl said with her head held high.
At this moment, Anna and Nana also pushed open the door and came out.
"How is it?" Roland asked, "Is the treatment going well?"
Seeing Nana nod, he finally felt relieved. Generally speaking, a severed limb should be reconnected within six to eight hours, beyond this time, the success rate of the operation would be greatly reduced. But Lightning said that it took them nearly a day to get here from the camp, at this time the limb port was in a state of gradual atrophy, it was almost impossible to reconnect the nerves with conventional surgery. It could only be said that Nana's healing ability was really amazing.
The little girl also seemed a little tired, it seemed that this treatment had consumed a lot of her energy. Roland encouraged her, "You've worked hard, after dinner tonight, you can sleep with Anna."
Of course, I also have to bring Sir Pine, he thought.
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