Sophie felt like he was in a long dream. In a quiet and dark environment, everything in the dream seemed bizarre. However, there was only a black moon, a dark lake, and a tall tower that stood silently in the middle of the dream.
Did the moon symbolize something? What did the tower symbolize? Or was it just a nightmare?
Sophie did not know, just like he did not know when he would wake up. This state lasted until he heard a conversation in a daze.
"Freya."
"Braden, have you contacted him?"
It was a girl's voice, bright and clear.
"No, there's a group of monsters guarding the road. We can't find where Uncle Marden and the others went, and this guy... "
The second voice was still a child, and the source of the voice turned to him. Sophie's heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to feel a gaze on him. This gaze was like a link to the world, causing his body to gradually sink. The next moment, the young man realized that it was gravity.
Sophie finally confirmed that he could feel his body, although it was still not under his control.
His breathing was a little erratic. Was he dead?
"He's injured, take care of him." The girl's voice replied.
Injured?
Was it talking about him?
Yes, he was seriously injured. His thoughts became clear, and everything that happened before was like an early movie in his mind. From the moment he was reborn in the body of the young man named Brando, Sophie never thought that he would one day be able to risk his life to do something. It did not seem like a decision that an otaku would make.
But he succeeded in the end, for Martha's sake.
"Freya, he's awake." The child suddenly said.
"What?"
"I saw his eyelids move."
"That's impossible. He was seriously injured. Mackie said … Eh!"
Seriously injured?
Indeed, Brando was already seriously injured, and later when he activated his ability, he was stabbed three times. He remembered clearly that each of the stabs to his lower abdomen and right chest were genuine piercing wounds.
Sophie's mind became active, and with a thought, the sounds around him became clear. The sound of panicked shouts, the crackling of the flames, the clashing of metal, and the sound of footsteps mixed together to drown out the previous conversation. The surrounding temperature gradually rose. At first, he felt a warm heat licking his face, but after a while, the temperature gradually became hot.
Hot.
He blinked his eyes and struggled to open his eyelids. The first thing he saw was a girl's shocked face.
The girl who should be called Freya, Sophie's first impression of her completely matched his imagination of the owner of the bright and clear voice. She had light brown hair, big bright eyes, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail, which accentuated her heroic face. She was looking at him with her head lowered, and Sophie was also looking at her at the same time. She wore a close-fitting grey-white leather armor with a thick cotton shirt underneath. On her left shoulder was an armband with a beautiful black pine leaf painted on it with native paint.
Bucce's militia.
He also noticed the sword in the girl's hand. It was a medieval Western European sword, and the iron plate on the sword guard had a flame emblem.
It was the symbol of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
He looked up and saw the blood-stained bandages on the other side of her shoulder and left chest.
Had she been in a battle?
Every detail could not escape Sophie's eyes.
...
When he woke up, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"Where... is this place?"
"Where's the Roman... cough cough!" Sophie felt as if a soldering iron had fallen into his throat, burning and dry. The pain in his chest gradually spread to his whole body, and he could not help but cough softly.
But the forest was quiet, and the only response he got was the sound of the wind from the Pine Mountain Range. But the sound of the wind passed through the thick needles of the Gran Black Pine, and became soft and gentle. The rustling sound was like a small river flowing by his ears.
No one answered.
"He's awake."
"I can't believe that he could survive with that kind of injury."
"It must be the final radiance of the setting sun..."
Only then did the whispers around him reach his ears. Sophie was a little confused. What's going on? These people should be Bucce's militia, right? Was he saved by the other party?
Then what about the merchant lady?
Did the plan succeed? Did Captain Marden understand what I meant?
He could not help but turn his head. The first thing that entered his eyes was a bright bonfire. The flames danced in his vision, and the sparks rose up along the black pine, disappearing into the night sky.
"You're awake?" The girl finally reacted and hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, don't move. This is Bucce, do you remember?"
"Bucce... Bucce." Sophie repeated the name of the place.
"Can you tell me what happened?" He exhaled. Logically speaking, he was already dead, no matter if it was in the game or in real life.
The only possibility was that the Roman lady had really found the Health Potion.
"Petit-finis and Mackie found you in the forest not far away." Freya looked at him curiously. Although this young man called Brando had been in their village for almost a year, he did not have much contact with the other young people in the village.
He always stayed in his dark house alone, and only occasionally accompanied the Roman to the nearby town.
Even a fool in the nearby area would know that this young man was interested in the girl who dreamed of being a merchant. Of course, the latter was an exception.
When Freya thought of this, she could not help but look at him again with a trace of suspicion.
"You two?" Sophie asked.
"You and the Roman, I really wonder how you escaped." The girl could not help but sigh.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's fine. Don't worry, she's ten thousand times better than you. You should be more concerned about your own situation. "Freya touched his forehead and asked softly:" But she keeps saying that she wants to go to the village. Do you know what's going on? "
Sophie was startled.
In other words, he had not used the Health Potion. Then what about his injuries? As if it was an instinctive reaction, he subconsciously opened his status interface. Dark green data flowed on his retina, and in the character status column, he was stunned to see a line of small words:
Health (Near Death, Weak): 10% (Bandaged, recovers 1 health point per day)
Impossible! Sophie's first reaction was to think that he was dreaming. No one knew his own condition better than he did. There were fatal wounds all over his body, and he was bleeding profusely. No matter how he looked at it, he should be dead for sure.
How could he still have 10% of his health?
Sophie shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but he saw the girl beside him with a nervous expression: "Don't move, you're heavily injured..."
"Don't worry." He waved his hand subconsciously.
Sophie was clear about his own condition. Although he had some doubts, he was not in a state of blood loss, and there were no other abnormalities. Although he was still weak and near death, he knew that he could not rush it. He could only rely on slowly recuperating.
Because his injuries were stable, at least his life was not in danger.
And this was what he was most confused about. How did his injuries stabilize? The Unyielding Talent did not have this ability!
"You —!" Freya could not help but widen her eyes. She had never seen someone who did not care about his life.
At first, everyone thought that this guy was dead for sure, but they didn't expect him to wake up. Just this alone should be enough to thank Mother Marsha for her favor, right?
The problem was that this despicable guy still didn't seem to care at all. He should cherish his own life.
"Lie back down!" The girl could not help but take a deep breath and ordered with gritted teeth.
Sophie was stunned and could not help but look at the girl. What was wrong with this girl?
"You, you also received militia training, right? My name is Freya, and I'm the leader of Bucce's third militia unit. I'm requesting you to listen to my orders for the time being. "Freya's face reddened as she realized she had lost her composure:" Is that alright? "
"You are Freya?" Sophie was shocked and blurted out: "Freya Alicia, born in the Year of the Moon Flower, your father is the Great Knight Everton?"
"Eh, what's wrong?" The girl was stunned by the series of questions: "No, that's not right, my father is only a carpenter in town..."
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.
"Freya, this kid's flirting skills are very good."
"You have to be careful, big sister."
"No one will treat you as a mute if you speak less, Mackie, Ike!" Freya turned her head back and glared at the young people.
Sophie also took this opportunity to look at these people. There were seven or eight people in this militia team, which was in line with Erouine's organization, but the leader was actually a woman, and there was also a little brat...
He looked at the tall and short 'woman and child' beside him and felt a little emotional. It seemed that this was a special case, but in fact, it reflected that Erouine had been weakened after years of war.
The revival that followed seemed bright on the surface, but it would squeeze the last bit of vitality out of this country.
Sophie could not help but sigh.
He had witnessed this period of history from beginning to end, but he did not expect that he would have to experience it again in this life. But perhaps he could change something. He looked at the girl beside him in a daze —
That's right, Freya Alicia. Erouine's last general, who was later called the Valkyrie of the kingdom. She was the daughter of the 'Fire Scepter' Everton, who was lost in the countryside in her early years. Later, she was recognized by the Princess Regent and became one of the top stars in this country.
He did not expect that she had also experienced this war —
Unfortunately, now was not the time to let the other party take the initiative. Sophie understood that he had to be responsible for his own safety, and of course, for the lives of these young people.
"What are you looking at?" Freya turned her head, and when she met the young man's gaze, she could not help but be stunned.
That gaze was not of appreciation, nor was it of adoration, as if he was looking at her as a very strange animal. Yes, he was looking at her.
But who would look at a human? She was not an animal.
"You haven't seen a dead person yet, right?" Sophie suddenly asked.
"Ah?"
"I mean, are you afraid of seeing people die?"
"No, I just..." The girl was stunned and was speechless for a moment.
"Then my injury has nothing to do with you. Can I sit up?" Sophie asked seriously.
"No, you can't."
"Why?"
Freya was speechless. She was indeed afraid. She was afraid of seeing someone die in front of her, no matter who it was. Compared to the future high and mighty Valkyrie shrouded in countless halos, the current Freya was just a simple country girl.
She had not experienced the cruelty of war, and still simply looked forward to the good side of the world.
Sophie smiled slightly. He had also not seen a dead person, but if he counted his experience in 'The Amber Sword', he was more than twice as much as Freya was now.
He had at least experienced the pain of loss.
The thoughts of the people and things of the past tossed and turned in his memory, tormenting and hesitating. It was this kind of feeling that made people mature and know how to cherish.
But it also planted the seeds of hatred.
"So, she's just a little girl after all. What ability do you have to make me listen to you, Miss Freya? "
"You, you -"
Sophie knew that it was not good for him to dwell on this topic. He glanced at the bandage on his chest and immediately changed the topic. "Did you guys apply the bandage on my body?"
"Big sister did it. She is the only one here who knows how to first aid." The little brat next to him rushed to answer. He looked curiously at the young man, who seemed to be very experienced.
Braggs's militia was different from their small place.
"I can barely stop the bleeding. Don't think about moving around, I don't want to help you again." Freya immediately reminded him.
In addition to stopping the bleeding, the recovery effect of the bandage could only be used once. Sophie was of course aware of this.
But this time he politely replied, "Thank you, although your skills are a little inferior -"
"..."
"Martha above," Freya took a deep breath. At this moment, she had the urge to strangle this smiling guy. What the hell was he trying to do!
(PS. Looks like the wish of the third watch has been shattered, there are still 11 left ~ ~ Everyone, let's continue to make wishes today!! If we can reach the top 12 today, we will explode!)
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