Brando soon saw Metisha. Although Delfien took the initiative to apologize to her and explained clearly why she was here, the latter still looked a little unhappy when she saw her.
To be exact, it was a little cold.
Even Brando did not get a good look from the Silver Elf Princess for the first time. Metisha looked very serious, pursed her lips, and snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction. She didn't argue with him. Instead, she turned around and lifted the curtain, walking into the cave.
Brando smiled bitterly. He certainly knew that Metisha was angry with him because of the Roman, but Delfien gave him a push from behind. He understood and hurried in.
Lady White Fog was lying on the stove, taking a nap. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the two of them mischievously.
"Young people these days …" She thought.
"Metisha, how is Hipamira?"
The Silver Elf Princess raised her eyes to look at him. After all, she still could not bear to have a cold war with her lord. The day when Brando saved her was still in her heart, how could she forget. Seeing that Brando immediately came in, the anger in the girl's heart dissipated by half.
She frowned slightly and shook her head: "Not very good, we lack medicine and treatment here. She is badly injured, and Sopa Lache is a city of the undead. There is only the Temple of the Dying Moon. Lady White Fog sent the pirates to find the Water of Life, but unfortunately, they found nothing. Fortunately, Miss Magadal has some knowledge of potions, and with the herb Hipamira, she got better."
"What about Flora, Nightsong and the others? Don't the Elementalists have healing spells?"
"I can't summon Flora and the others because I can't contact you, and the Planeswalker's authority can't be activated. Lady White Fog has some healing methods, but it is very limited."
Hipamira was a priest herself, but she could not use Himilud's divine power when she was seriously injured. The so-called doctor does not treat himself, it was probably so helpless.
In the end, Metisha added softly: "If my lord came a day later, I was going to risk going to Elm Harbor to see."
Brando could not help but feel ashamed.
"But the Lost Names on the sea?"
"I can't just watch Hipamira suffer, my lord, and Mr. The Shire, Andrique and her brother, we are like a family, you are like my brothers and sisters. Hipamira is strong, but I can't stand it."
Metisha bit her lower lip, her eyes. Brando suddenly understood where her complaints came from.. he reached out and wiped the girl's eyes.
"It's all right now that I'm here. Take me to Hipamila," he answered softly.
The Silver Elf Princess replied softly.
"Miss Delfien?"
"That was a misunderstanding, Metisha, but now she is one of us, at least she won't have any other thoughts. Although I hope she can see her heart clearly earlier and stop being so paranoid, but for now, this is the best result. "
"In fact, Miss Delfien is also very pitiful, I understand, I will try to get along with her."
"Thank you, Metisha."
"I should be the one thanking you. It was Lord Medissa who gave me a new life, but in order to let Lord Medissa pay more attention to me, I couldn't help but be willful, but Lord Medissa always accommodates me. Medissa is really blessed."
Brando's heart softened slightly when he heard this, and he could not help but look carefully at the Silver Elf princess.
Smart, excellent, beautiful, she had everything a young girl dreamed of, like a perfect masterpiece of Martha.
The key was that it was so reassuring, like a quiet harbor that could anchor one's heart. Whenever he was with her, Brando would feel a kind of eternal peace, as if all the anxiety and worry had disappeared without a trace.
This seemed to be a characteristic of the elves.
"It is really a blessing to be able to meet you." Brando could not help but say this in his heart.
Medissa silently led the way. Sometimes, she didn't need to argue, and it was enough to let the Lord understand her intentions. She knew that she was very different from Scarlet, but she would never give up what belonged to her to someone else.
When Brando saw Hipamira, he understood why Metisha was so anxious and anxious.
Hipamira was wrapped in bandages, and there were bloodstains on them. Some of them were bright red, indicating that the blood had not dried for long. She was lying on the bed, her weak body deeply buried in the pillow. There was no trace of blood on her face, as if only a pair of lively eyes were filled with the color of hope. The moment he opened the curtain and entered, Hipamira's gaze fell on him.
"My lord …"
Miss Priestess seemed to be happy, and her happy tone was exactly the same as Metisha's, which made Brando feel even more ashamed. Even though he had been worried about Medissa and the rest on his way north from Rosaleen, he had put himself in their shoes and thought about the consequences of his rash decision back at Rushta.
Although he did not regret going to see the Roman, he could understand why Metisha hated Delfien so much.
The cave was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. Princess Magadal was dressed like a maid in Greek mythology, and there was a pot of medicine in front of her. When she saw Brando enter, her expression was full of hope. Obviously, he had left the impression that he was omnipotent, as if as long as he was here, Hipamira would undoubtedly recover.
This trust was without reason, but it was incomparably firm.
"Thank you, Miss Magadal." Brando already knew that the princess was teleported here together with Lady White Fog. These days, she had helped Metisha and Lady White Fog a lot. If not for her, Hipamira's condition would have been worse.
After all, Metisha was also heavily injured in the disaster. It was said that when she was teleported, something descended on Rushta, and the turbulence in space was affected. That was why she was thrown here.
And Lady White Fog was obviously better at killing people than saving people.
From Metisha, Brando also knew that Andrique and Mephistopheles might not have returned to Erouine. Only the Fireclaw Lizardman Lord and Vahina might not have been affected.
Because of Hipamira's current condition, he was very worried about the vampire siblings.
Princess Magadal quickly shook her head: "Mr. Brando, let's not talk about this. Quickly help Miss Hipamira, her condition is very bad."
Brando couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He saw Hipamira lying on the bed sheet in front of her, and an open book on her knees. It looked like a travel book about the Nine Phoenix, and there were even engravings on it, but the quality was very poor.
Miss Magadal's hobby was to read all kinds of books, especially travel books. But he didn't know where this book came from, and there were even missing pages.
Her pale and thin hands were placed on the pages, and she tilted her head to look at him, with an optimistic and satisfied smile on her face.
At the side of her bed, there was a water tank, and there were a few prawns in it. It seemed to be the source of her happiness. Although she was a warrior priestess, she didn't like to fight. Her biggest wish was to travel around and see the gifts that Mother Earth had given to this world.
But because of her duty, her freedom was restricted, and Hipamira could only look for her dream world from books.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Brando covered her forehead with his hand, motioning her not to move.
He took out the Bottle of Angel's Heart. Although Hofwald's golden wine also had healing properties, he was already traumatized by it, and would not take it out under normal circumstances.
"Open your mouth."
"Ah —" Hipamira was very obedient.
Everyone's eyes were focused on his actions. Brando opened the milky white bottle, and dripped a drop of the liquid that looked like pure gold on Hipamira's tongue.
It was like a miracle, and in just a moment, the girl's face became rosy, and her originally dry skin was filled with moisture again, becoming moist and healthy. Her withered grayish-golden hair became bright again, like silk made of pure gold, and draped over her neck.
Hipamira let out a cry of surprise and sat up on the bed. The blanket immediately slid down her chest, revealing the bandages that barely covered her body.
Brando felt his nose heat up, and quickly turned his head away.
The girl was stunned, and shyly pulled up the blanket, her face a little hot. Metisha looked at the two of them in annoyance.
"Martha above, is this the legendary Holy Water No.1?" Princess Magadal didn't care too much, and stood up from her seat in shock. She was a devout believer, and naturally had heard of the legendary holy item of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
But Brando shook his head and replied, "This is not Holy Water No.1, this is the Bottle of Angel's Heart, the miracle of the holy archangel sacrificing herself to stay in the world forever."
"The Bottle of Angel's Heart," Metisha looked at the holy item in Brando's hand in surprise, "That is a legendary holy item, my Lord, you actually got it."
Although Princess Magadal had never heard of this holy item, it didn't stop her from understanding the miracle that happened just now. The fact that Miss Hipamira, who was almost taken away by the Grim Reaper, was now sitting on the bed with a radiant face was the best proof.
"You always have a way," she squatted down slightly, and sincerely bowed to Brando, "All of us were at our wits' end, but you always brought us hope, to my best friend Gryphine, and to me. Whether it was in Ampere Seale, Loen Harbor, or now, you were always able to lead us out of our predicament."
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