Chapter 190:

On the big white bed, the pale-faced countess was asleep.

She was covered in white bandages except for her head, but the bright blood still spilled out slightly, and she looked extremely miserable.

Not far away, an odd middle-aged man with gray hair was wiping his hands with a wet towel, and in front of him was a large basin with dark brown blood in it.

The gentleman and old man on the side saw that the man had done this and hurriedly asked, "How is it, Doctor White, the city lord's injury..."

Hearing his question, White thought for a moment and said in a conservative whisper. "Hmm... The wound was very deep and almost touched the internal organs, and there were multiple fractures of the bones, but it was sent in time, and the life was indeed saved, but if you want to make a big move in the future, it is estimated ... Probably not. ”

"Huh?" He opened his mouth and looked at the countess lying on the bed in disbelief, and for a moment he was shocked and didn't know what to say.

You must know that half of the stability of Raymond City was bought by the strong force of the countess.

Even if the mid-level strength of the Great Knight does not make a move, it is an invisible deterrent to the surrounding bandit and outcasts.

In the past, whoever wanted to attack Raymond City had to think about whether he could withstand the wrath of a great knight.

But now......

He had a feeling that the consequences of the failure of this incident might turn Raymond City back to what it used to be.

White glanced at his face and shook his head slightly, although he didn't think much, he could guess the consequences of the fall of the city lord.

With a heavy sigh in his heart, he silently put the medical items back into the wooden box, and then walked out of the room alone.

It seemed that the sound of White walking away alarmed the countess, and her closed eyes moved slightly, and they slowly opened them.

Gently turn your somewhat stiff neck. Seeing the gentleman and old man next to her, she showed a smile and said weakly. "Uncle Hawke... How are you this expression... How's my injury..."

“……”

Without immediately answering her words, the gentleman old man named Hawke calmed down, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth. "Your injury... It's not a big deal, it's just that I lost too much blood, and I'm afraid I'll have to recuperate for some time this time. ”

"Heh... That's good, don't worry. But Tertia has already turned on us. This time, I barely resisted, but ......"

The countess's voice was weak and soft, but she hadn't finished speaking. Hawke interrupted softly.

"Needless to say, I already know it, and your father must have seen what you did." He laughed. "Now your task is to rest well, during this time of your recuperation. There was Felix besides me, though the kid was a little ...... Impulse. ”

"Hmm—" She also seemed to feel an unusual weakness in her body. Reluctantly nodded, closed his eyes and whispered. "Okay... Then please..."

Faint breathing was heard.

Seeing that the countess was already asleep, he took a deep breath as he pondered how to tell the countess what she really was. He suddenly felt as if he had overlooked something important.

"That's right!" He jerked his head up. "Ordinary people's medical skills can't work, so that adult..."

Come to think of this. He immediately got up from his chair and walked out of the room with the last glimmer of hope on his face......

Somewhere in a room in the castle. Freya sat on a soft couch, and in front of her were some books of interest that had been taken out of the castle's library.

At this time, she was thinking about something with a strange sheep's head dagger, and circles of scarlet smoke emanated from the dagger, and there was an unusually strange feeling.

The subject of the 'world' is actually a valuable secret information for any wizarding organization, because it involves other secrets in addition to rare resources from another world.

And for this, Freya knew very little, so that these visions that she encountered now can only be groped and guessed by herself.

"The World of Ruins, the Key of Mystery, the Gates of the World, and... Spirits. She whispered the last few related words, her mind thinking about the connections.

However, even if you think about it, there are no useful conclusions in the meantime.

After all, she has very little exposure to this area, and if there is something to use as a reference, she may be able to know some.

The scarlet mist around the dagger in her hand faded a little, and the power of the runes was slowly weakening, and just as Freya wanted to use it, there was a sudden soft knock on the closed door.

'Knock knock. ’

"Mistress Freya, do you have time now?" An old voice came in.

"Is there something wrong?" She raised her head and said lightly, the dagger in her hand was directly twisted at this time, and disappeared in an instant, which made her frown slightly.

But I didn't pay much attention to it.

This voice, she remembers, was the gentleman old man who wanted to talk to her this morning, and it seemed to be Angelia's uncle at the same time.

"Yes, sir..."

Scattering the traces of residual energy at will, she said calmly.

"Then come in."

'Click. ’

The door opened.

An old man named Hawke walked in.

Compared to the morning, his face looked unusually tired at this time, and his otherwise neat and unusually neat dress was much more wrinkled, as if something had made the old man several years old in just a few hours.

"My lord—" Seeing Freya sitting on the sofa, he made a noble salute respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Freya crossed her hands and put them on the table, looked directly at the ordinary old man, and said lightly.

"I... I've heard that mysterious wizards all believe in equivalent exchange...... "Maybe it's Freya's identity, or maybe it's her temperament at the moment that makes him feel stressed, and he carefully said as he weighed his words.

"Yes, that's right." Freya nodded noncommittally and directly picked out the matter. "I promised the city lord two conditions, as long as it is of equal value, I can meet her."

Listening to Freya's sure words, Hawke's already somewhat dim eyes lit up slightly.

"So, my lord, do you know the news that the castle lord was injured just now..."

"Hmm." Nodding, Freya wondered. "So, you're trying to use up a conditional chance? Or is that what she meant? ”

"I decided it privately." Hawke touched his meticulously combed silver hair and said solemnly.

"Oh? Your private decision? Looking at his expression, Freya smiled with interest. That is, you can represent her, right? You know, you are responsible for what you say. ”

It wasn't that Freya doubted the veracity of Hawke's words, she just kindly warned the other party that the conditions of a full-fledged wizard were as precious as an ordinary man's victory in a war.

Once she said it, then Freya would be happy to agree.

After all, she is a principled person, and she will do what she can to officially promise people.

And the size of this matter, whether it is worth it or not is considered by the other party.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hawke continued. "I know what you mean, but this time it's about the survival of my Raymond City..."

Looking at him steadily, Freya smiled and stood up for a long time.

"No problem, I'll heal her well."

"Thank you, sir!" Hearing Freya's answer, Hawke said loudly with some excitement.

Not caring about his affection, Freya swept straight past him towards the countess's room.

And Hawke followed.

The survival of Raymond City didn't mean much to her, she just did what she said before.

The Countess was the only one in the room, lying quietly on the bed.

Even after cleaning, there was still a strong smell of blood in the air.

Freya came to the bedside and calmly looked at the injuries all over her body.

Behind him, Hawke had a worried expression.

He knew something about the wizard's magical powers, but it wasn't clear if they could heal the countess.

After just looking at it for a moment, Freya turned her head to him and said.

"You go out, don't let anyone come in for three hours, don't try to peep, and I'll give you an answer after three hours."

“… Okay, okay. Knowing what Freya meant, he immediately exited the room.

It was only when the door was closed that Freya turned to look at the countess's pale face.

"Many bones are shattered, and there are many dark wounds in the internal organs, which are indeed not treatable by ordinary people, well... It's my first time doing this, but I think it's enough. ”

She muttered under her breath as she reached out and grabbed the bandage on the countess's chest.

With a 'snort', all the bandages that had been tied up instantly cracked, revealing some hideous scars inside.

One of the sword wounds was cut directly from the waist to the chest, and was stitched together by thin threads, like a long centipede.

Gazing at the main wound, Freya pointed lightly, and the stitched wound split open directly, revealing the ribs and wriggling internal organs inside.

And the countess, who was sleeping on one side, suddenly broke out in a fine cold sweat.

She knew everything about the anatomy of the human body in this world when she was in college.

The medical treatment of ordinary people in this world may still be in the embryonic stage, but for wizards with mysterious powers, the subject of the human body has been clearly analyzed a long, long time ago.

Among them, the wizards of the necromancy and biology are the best.

Even some wizards will use synthetic means in order to cultivate higher magical pets, rather than capturing demonic creatures in nature.

All of this shows that wizards have a high level of research in this area.

Although Freya is not very proficient in this area, she has also worked as an assistant in the necromantic laboratory anyway.

During this period, he witnessed the whole process of dissection of humanoids.

And for this kind of treatment, it is still coping.

Half an hour later.

The wooden bed seemed to have been changed beyond recognition, and five slender vines had grown, repairing the bones of the countess, who had been almost completely dissected.

A thin transparent protective film covers her body to prevent infection. (To be continued)