"Stop, stop! I want to check it out! "the girl yelled in the carriage.
"No means no!" the man said with a serious tone. "Alright, Avril, go back to the carriage."
The two carriages were painted white, but some of the paint had fallen off, revealing the reddish-brown wood underneath.
"I can't let this go on." Angele clenched his teeth and started packing. He had to start collecting the medicinal herbs immediately, or else it would be too late.
Angele slowly opened his eyes. "Where … is this place?"
"Probably."
"No!" the girl refused.
The man looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that in the forest on the left, beside the two black horses, he could vaguely see a man in black lying on the grass, not moving at all.
The wind was getting louder and louder, and he could hear the horses neighing. The raindrops hit the tent and made some noises.
Angele could see a winding path leading to the far side through the gaps between the trees. It seemed like there was no end to it. Unknowingly, wisps of white fog began to appear on the road.
"Yes, my lord." The bearded man nodded and led the way to the man by the roadside.
The two carriages were followed by two black horses. In one of the carriages at the back.
There was a gentle smile on the man's face. "His wound is infected, and he's too weak to wake up right now. It seems like he won't be able to hold on for long. "
"Someone? A place like this? "The curtain of the carriage was opened. A middle-aged man with a gentle face poked his head out of the carriage. He was wearing a white noble suit and looked serious.
'The bacteria here are much stronger than the ones on Earth …' Angele was a bit speechless. He missed the world where there were so many antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs.
The two white horses in front snorted and trotted forward at a brisk pace. The coachman was a chubby middle-aged man with a gray hat. He was controlling the carriage with both hands.
"It's on the left." The coachman pointed in the direction.
The two carriages passed by at the same time. When the little girl, Avril, talked to her parents, he heard everything clearly. However, he could not move his body.
* * *
The green ointment on the surface of the wound had solidified, but the skin underneath was faintly dark red.
Under the girl's shouts, the two carriages slowly came to a stop. A bearded man wearing black metal plate armor came down from the carriage behind. This man quickly walked to the side of the first carriage and helped a little girl in a white dress off the carriage.
"Task established, beginning analysis …"
The nobleman also helped a beautiful lady out of the carriage. "Dunleavy, be careful," he said.
Ten minutes later …
"He's injured," whispered the bearded man. "The wound is infected."
"BEEP!! Something is wrong with your body … Something is wrong with your body … 'Zero's voice echoed in Angele's brain.
Five days later … at noon.
"Passerby? I want to see, I want to see! "the girl from before shouted. "Is it someone from outside the territory? How can we encounter such a scene in such a barren mountain? "
"You were lying on the side of the road, not moving. I saved you." She had a 'thank me' expression on her face.
His face was pale and tired. His whole body moved up and down as the horse moved forward. It seemed like he had no energy left.
'Analyze the situation,' Angele ordered calmly.
"Is that so?" Angele smiled. "Thank you very much."
Angele jumped off the horse after they moved forward for a while. He led the horse to the right side of the forest to rest.
"Of course." The bearded man smiled. He held the girl's gloved hand and got off the carriage.
He suddenly felt that the wound on his waist was numb. He was surprised.
A ball of black paste was sticking to the wound on his waist. It was quite eye-catching.
Angele could hear the horse galloping on the road.
The nobleman was speechless. "There are so many princes and princesses. Let's go."
"We've entered the territory of the Ramsoda Empire. The map won't help us anymore. I don't know when we'll find another town. "He looked at the road ahead.
"Yeah. Our family's territory is too far away from Lennon's territory. There's nothing we can do about it, "the man tried to comfort her.
"Will he die?" the girl asked anxiously.
"About ten more days. We're only halfway there. Don't worry." Another man's voice echoed.
The little girl, Avril, was holding the hand of one of the swordsmen. She was looking at Angele curiously.
He had no idea how long had passed. Angele rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.
"So long …" the girl was speechless.
In the middle of the dark green forest. On a small road.
"Father, how long until we reach Lennon's city?" a girl's voice came from the first carriage.
The three of them were speechless.
"Where can I find these things?" He looked at the wound again. The dark red infection was different from the infection on the earth. Tiny stones were growing out of the wound. They were growing so fast that they were visible to the naked eye. The stones were about the size of a sesame seed, and some were black and some were white.
Two sturdy black horses were slowly moving forward. On the back of the first horse, a young man in a tight black suit was lying listlessly on the back of the horse.
"A passerby is lying on the side of the road. It seems like he's dying."
Angele walked to the two black horses quickly. He crouched and looked at the young man. There was a round wound on the back of the man's waist. The edge of the wound was black, and there was a foul smell coming from it.
Angele's expression changed as he looked at the materials.
"Let's save him then," the princess said. "We're almost at Lennon's city anyway."
"But father, we found a passerby in the mountains. We saved him, but we found out that he was a prince of some kingdom, and … and …" the girl pouted. "Aren't those princesses and princes all like that?"
Angele had not fainted at all, and he could sense everything that was happening around him. He was too weak to travel alone, and he suddenly had a fever, so he decided to rest on the ground. However, when he woke up, he found that he could not move. His body was weak, and his body was burning. The wound on his waist was still burning.
It was Angele, whose wound had been infected for five days.
"Is he injured?" The little golden-haired princess also walked over and stood beside the bearded man. She asked curiously. "Shouldn't an injured person be screaming? Why isn't he moving? "She pushed the man on the ground.
"Uncle Dunleavy, can you escort me there?" The girl's skin was white, and her face was clean. Her blonde hair trailed over her shoulders, and she looked like a princess from a fairy tale.
Angele's wound, infection, and the temperature in the forest kept changing. Unfortunately, he had a fever.
"We don't know where he came from, and we don't know his identity. It'll be troublesome if he's a spy," the man said in a low voice. The man said in a low voice, "And he's injured. Injured in a place like this, it's very likely that his enemy is not far away. If we save him, we might even cause trouble for ourselves."
"If you don't want to save him, I'll do it myself." The girl was being stubborn.
The small wound quickly grew a large patch, as if it was a malignant sore. Looking at it, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
"The wound is infected, could it be?" He quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the wound.
"But we can …" The girl wanted to say something, but the coachman stopped her.
The noblewoman stood up and said. "Alright, Avril, we need to continue our journey. Let's get on the carriage."
"You've read too many novels …" The three adults were speechless.
The noblewoman also walked to the coachman with his wife.
"Well … I'm afraid we can't … Master won't agree," the man said.
"But father …" The girl still wanted to say something.
Beside him, two swordsmen in black metal plate armor surrounded him.
Angele was in a difficult situation. Without medicine, Angele would be in a difficult situation even if he had the chip.
In the dark tent, Angele sat down with his legs crossed and started meditating according to the basic meditation technique taught by the school. His breathing also gradually became abnormally rhythmic.
"Master, Madam, there's a young man lying on the ground. It looks like he's dying," the coachman shouted.
Angele sat down on the grass and started eating. He also took a sip of water from his water bag.
"What happened? Mark? "A woman's voice came from the carriage.
'Materials: 15 grams of Golden Flower, 180 grams of Single-eyed Deer Antler. 520 grams of Fat Head Fish … 'Zero sent the names of the materials into Angele's brain.
* * *
In the thick white fog, two large white carriages slowly appeared in the middle of the forest.
"Luckily, I found the medicine. Otherwise, I'd be in trouble, "he muttered.
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