Although the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated, suspicions are numerous.

The identity of the attackers is definitely questionable, and although they don't take all the word they say, they are very different from the knights of the Holy See in terms of their way of doing things - the rigid elm heads, even if they are from the Inquisition, are willing to bow down to assassination, Monia does not believe that they will be so good at foul language, they are like mercenaries who are born scoundrels, without the slightest basic reserve.

And also......

From the beginning to the end, the clergy of the church never showed up.

Like a whim game, they didn't pay any attention to this attack at all, and just cast two magic spells perfunctorily, and ended the farce in a hurry—if they really used some of their hearts, cast a few more magic spells, or grasp the timing of their use more fully, it is very likely that Gable's eldest son would not have a chance to survive such an assassination at all.

However, speaking of Gable's eldest son......

The mage sighed and spread his palms to look at the milky tears rolling on it.

- Tears of the White White.

— also known as the Gift, or the Gift of Eugtrasil.

This alchemy item named after the Elven Father has nothing to do with the Primordial Elf other than its name, but is regarded as a gift from the God of Life because its recovery effect is the best among similar products. It's just that most of the myths about the ancient gods have been lost to history with the passage of time, so its original name has long been forgotten by most people, and only the easy-to-understand name of the Holy White Tears has survived.

Although it is an alchemical creation that appeared in the First Age, this does not mean that it is less practical than the alchemy items of later generations, or even better. And the reason why Monia dares to assert this is largely due to the popularity of this item in the game in the previous life, most high-level players will spare no effort to complete a series of tasks, and ask the NPC master to make such an inconspicuous small pendant - even in the era of the game, in the second half of the Fourth Age Qiming Era, in that era of unprecedented prosperity, the Holy White Tears are all alchemy props that can be called the best level.

The reason why it is so popular is not only because it is relatively easy to get started compared to other items of the same level, but also because its effect is very useful in any situation and anyone's hand - not only can it heal wounds and restore life, but it can also dispel the bad states attached to the body, even for mages, it has the effect of relieving fatigue and concentration.

It can be called a panacea and is one of the most cost-effective alchemy props.

It belongs to the same level as Kohler's escape dagger in the mage's hand, and it is the highest alchemy item that only an archmage who is proficient in alchemy can make, and the total number of pieces circulating on the continent will not exceed a hundred - if Monia is not the most proud apprentice of Archmage Kohler, if it weren't for Monia's identity that makes it difficult for her to walk on the mainland, she will not receive such a high-level alchemy item that even high-level mages will blush at the moment of parting.

And from the number of times this dagger with disorder space jumping has saved mages from danger, we can know how useful alchemy items of this level can come in at critical moments - not to mention high-level mages, even for archmages, they are more or less precious.

Therefore, when she found out that His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the king of the country of mountains, was carrying such precious alchemy props, the surprise in her heart could be imagined - the first heir in line to the throne of a country, this identity is said to be noble and noble, but before he really inherited this country, such an identity is meaningless to the mages, and there is no school that is so generous in his hands that he can use this level of alchemy props as a bargaining chip for investment.

There must be a reason for this.

The mage could guess that there must be a lot of secrets involved, but she knew that now was not the time for extraneous branches—there might be secrets, maybe there were secrets, maybe there were secrets, but those were all Gable's internal affairs, what did it have to do with her? She will not forget that the first task at the moment is to facilitate peace talks and achieve the desired results, and everything else and curiosity must be put aside for the time being.

Shaking his head, he put an end to the pointless speculation.

He then rested the Tears of Saint White on Lahuana's chest - although it was not fundamentally damaged, the injuries in front of her were not trivial, at least Monia was not sure that she would be able to heal her in a short time. But what the mage can't do doesn't mean that the holy white tears can't do, and when everything is ready, the mage whispers a spell to activate the power contained in it, and the milky white light shines in the small world, then dims, and finally extinguishes.

Like Kohler's escape dagger, White Tears are limited in the number of times they can be used in a day - depending on the materials and skills used by the crafter. As it stands, every ounce of power has been exhausted to heal Lahuana's injuries, and the item will be reduced to a complete decoration for most of the day.

One last glance at the dim teardrop on her hand, Monia hung it back on Abel's neck - she was actually more or less greedy for this alchemy item, but the thought was only fleeting, and then she suppressed it - she didn't fall to that point.

"After that, three times."

Looking at Lahuana, who was covered in blood, the mage frowned again, and then recited the incantation, and the water appeared out of thin air, gently wiping every bit of blood from her body under her manipulation - after all this, Monia let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead that did not exist, and with great difficulty helped the unconscious female warrior up, replaced the tattered inlaid leather armor, and put on the dress that had been prepared for her.

However, halfway through the clothes, a voice rang in my ears, the voice of an adult man.

"This is ......," the eldest son of King Gable, who had awakened, asked subconsciously.

The mage glanced at him, clenched his fists, and did not speak, but quietly summoned the mage's hand, pointed it at the back of his head, and then went on with her work—she did not glance at some poor prince before she was done.

"Did you just happen?" After waking up again, His Royal Highness, the eldest son of Gable, raised his head with a blank expression.

"No, nothing happened." Monia replied calmly, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with her, "Maybe it's just a nightmare, don't worry about it—besides, hello, son of the mountains." ”

"Hello, elven girl." Abel felt a little pain in the back of his head, but it didn't matter, what mattered...... He looked around, "This is here?" ”

"This is in the carriage," said the mage, "and after we have won the battle, we have only placed you here for the time being, in consideration of your physical condition, so please forgive me." ”

"No, thank you for your assistance." Gable's eldest son was silent for a moment, then asked, "Others, are the rest of my guard alright?" ”

"Guards?" Monia frowned, "It's a shame if you're talking about the fighters who are dedicated to protecting you...... They have all been killed. ”

"Really?" Sighing softly, Abel unexpectedly accepted this fact that was not so easy to accept, "Actually, I guessed it a long time ago, but I still had some hope before I was told......

"I'm sorry." The mage said formulaically.

"Nothing to be sorry about." The other party shook his head and sighed, seemingly a little depressed, but suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, is the female warrior who protected me at the end okay?" ”

"I'm afraid it will take a few days to recover." Monia's face was a little more vivid when she heard him talk about Lajuana—she hadn't forgotten that this man had stepped forward to block the slash that should have been fatal for the female warrior at a critical moment - without him, I am afraid that the mage would have really resented himself for a long time.

"That's good." He nodded, "Can I see her?" I would like to express my gratitude to her. ”

"It's a pity," Monia said, looking at him with a slanted gaze, and then she turned her head away with some inexplicable weakness, "She's recuperating now, and she hasn't come to her senses yet, so I don't want to disturb her." ”

"I see," Gable's eldest son coughed, "next time." ”

"Well," the mage replied, and then said unhurriedly, "by the way, your maid is fine, but we can't confirm her identity, so we've been letting her wait outside, and if it's convenient, you might as well go and see it as soon as possible." ”

"Safarna?" Abel asked.

"It seems to be the name." Monia's eyelids jumped, "I don't remember very clearly, you'd better go out and have a look, she seems to be in a bit of a hurry to wait." ”

"Hmm." I don't know if I heard the meaning of the expulsion, Gable's eldest son nodded, didn't say much, turned and left the carriage - it was only then that the mage relaxed: I don't know if it was a delusion, she felt that this prince was a little too concerned about Lahuana's situation—whether this was a matter of existence or not, it was not wrong to beware of this fellow as a class enemy first.

However, it is also fortunate that the carriage used by Gable for the prince was not damaged, otherwise it would be really difficult to arrange, after all, Lahuana's injury is not light, and after the wound is cleaned, the toxins in the body must be removed, and the time required to recuperate is not short - although there is a spell to remove toxins, but unfortunately the mage did not learn this spell.

Sighing softly, Monia didn't think about these things anymore, just found a place to lie down and closed her eyes.

She was also tired. ps: Not satisfied, but just explained some things, so there was no tear down and rewrite. PS2: The school I went to on Tuesday, this week's update is a bit over, but it's still two changes a week. ps3: Regarding the last time my book friend said that the feeling was not as wonderful as before, I reflected for a long time, and finally found the problem, the dispersion of perspectives, and the slow progress of the plot is one of them, but the most important reason is that I made a particularly big mistake - I didn't let the protagonist lead the progress of the plot, but part of the plot has been set, and I can only make some modifications from the plot on the top of the mountains. Thank you for pointing out the fantasy of the night.,You can also put forward any comments and suggestions.,I don't promise to adopt.,But I'll definitely listen to it with an open mind.。