Since Albert was stabbed in the wrist and arm by the local ruffian Lidi Fairy in the Brown Bear Tavern, his spirit has become increasingly sluggish, and he has been groggy all day long, and now he can only lie in bed and be cared for by others. He is constantly dreaming of all kinds of strange dreams, and all kinds of people and things he encounters in life are connected and wildly connected, and they fly freely in that fantasy world without logic and no rules.

When His Highness dreams, his body will sweat profusely, and the people who take care of him on the side have to constantly turn over and wipe him to prevent the occurrence of colds and other related underlying diseases.

When the tavern waitress Cosette was invited by Old Bao and Benedict, Xiao Ah happened to be in a relatively stable period, although he was still asleep, at least the sweat on his forehead was no longer out, and the whole person was relatively quiet, indicating that he had temporarily stopped dreaming at this stage.

Cosette still remembers the scene when Ah bravely stepped forward in the Brown Bear Tavern to stop the Standing Immortal from teasing her. She had never thought that she would be helped by strangers, and she had the worst before doing everything, because all the consequences had to be borne alone. Although the tavern owner kindly took her in, this kindness has a limit after all, and it is only at a level that satisfies food and clothing. As a girl in her early twenties, her spiritual world is a wider horizon, but in reality, no one has ever thought to care about her spiritual life, and no one treats her as a girl. The work she does, the words she says, the way she eats, the way she walks, etc., are almost all out of touch with young girls. She was forced by this miserable life, overwhelmed by the heavy reality, and only when she fell asleep at night, could she barely return to the appearance of a girl.

His Royal Highness Albert was so confident, so composed, and his skills were also very extraordinary, and he easily and in the blink of an eye, he took down two guys who were not self-sufficient. He spoke steadily and articulated his words, so that the observers could not only understand but also understand them. He has broad shoulders and a broad body, but he doesn't look big or thick. Everything was so peaceful and suitable. There was a radiance about him that, as soon as he appeared, drew Cosette to him.

Old Bao took the hand of the tavern waitress, and gave a thousand instructions, and explained all the existing known circumstances completely and word for word. The words he said the most were confidential, gratitude, and so on. He looked anxious and showed all that a loving father could show. Benedict was relatively calm, even a little indifferent, on the one hand, in order to play a good show to the end, so as not to expose his feet to the emperor to exploit loopholes; on the other hand, he practiced in the liberal arts all the year round, and his calm and calm kung fu on the surface was even better, and he always muttered the truth that the boat was naturally straight to the bridge.

Cosette nodded vigorously no matter what the old duke said, of course secrecy is a must, there is no need to be grateful, the person who should be grateful is herself, not His Royal Highness Albert and Duke Borot.

In order to prevent cross-infection and some other reason, there are now only three people left in Albert's room - Old Bao, Cosette and Little Ah.

Benedict could have stayed inside, but he was actually a hard-mouthed old man, and the wound on his arm touched his nerves, so he deliberately stayed outside in order to suppress his emotions, and his face still maintained the calm description of a cardinal archbishop.

The wound on Xiao A's arm is now showing signs of convergence, and along both sides of this line, a lot of shocking cocoons have formed, if it is a little later, I am afraid that this poison of 100 days of drunkenness will not be cured.

According to the elf who assassinated the emperor in the arena, it was up to a member of the opposite sex to suck out the poisonous blood and poisonous spores with his mouth. These things don't say that she is a girl, even people like Lao Bao, who are used to seeing big scenes, feel very disgusting. Originally, he only felt sorry for his son, but now he even joined Cosette with him. Did the skinny tavern waitress have the guts to do it, and if she didn't, the old duke decided not to force her, for it was a tricky thing to do.

In Cosette's mind, the image of His Royal Highness Albert has long been sublimated into an extreme sculpture standing above the clouds. After she left the tavern, she fantasized that she would be able to repay her, but she just thought about it. Since the other party is the son of a duke, it means that it is an unattainable dream. She regarded this chance encounter as the most beautiful paving stone in her heart, and she slowly wandered on it in her spare time, so as to temporarily forget the troubles and sorrows in reality.

Xiao Atong, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked so withered compared to the brown bear tavern. His shoulders were still broad, but the throbbing arteries in his neck and his abscess-riddled arms immediately reminded him of the word death.

How could His Royal Highness Albert, who stood in the clouds, be on the side of death? Cosette couldn't help but shed tears of sadness, she couldn't restrain her emotions, she was a person who was used to suffering, and now that she saw the angel fall to the ground, she felt that she must help Albert through this difficulty, after all, everything came from her side.

Lao Bao saw it clearly from the side, and he took out his handkerchief and handed it to the young girl, telling her to calm down so that she could facilitate the next work. The old duke specially reminded that you must not swallow what you suck out, and you must spit it out in time to avoid accidents.

Time passed very slowly, and it seemed to notice the danger that the girl was facing, and it stopped its hurried pace so that the girl could concentrate more on the detoxification work.

Duke Borot tensed his nerves, both for his son who was lying in the hospital bed, and for the kind-hearted tavern girl. Because according to the elven assassin, even if everything went well, she would have been in a coma for about a week. Such a sacrifice is really too big, and such a sacrifice has to be borne by such a thin and suffering weak little girl, Lao Bao suddenly felt a trace of irony.

In order to overcome her fear, Cosette's eyes were closed when she approached the pustule. She was cautious and meticulous, lest she hurt Albert herself, and in order to relieve her nervousness, she would sometimes pause for a moment and look at Xiao A's thin but still handsome face with tender and sweet eyes. She felt like she was in the service of angels, which was much more refreshing than earthly tavern work. His Highness is the kind of man who emerges from the mud without staining, and how can the pickled goods in the tavern be compared with him? His arms, though now dirty, will not change in the slightest of his pure heart. Cosette was not so much helping him detoxify as he was absorbing the angelic aura of light on His Highness.

Halfway through the detoxification work, Albert suddenly became a little sober, he opened his eyes slightly, spat out two indistinct words from his mouth, no one understood, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his arms danced involuntarily.

Lao Bao knew that his son was starting to dream again, so he carefully wiped his sweat and kept quieting him down with a coaxing tone.

Cosette watched this touching and warm scene, and suddenly felt a warm current pouring into her body. She is a wild child with no father and mother, and often fantasizes about having a relative who can talk to her about family affairs and heart-to-heart matters. Although she suffered, she did not develop any jealousy. For the happiness of others, she can always empathize with herself and integrate herself.

After Albert calmed down, the detoxification continued.

Cosette felt a little tired and tired, but she didn't take it seriously, thinking it was because she had slept late last night. Despite the fact that the old duke told him that he might have to sleep for about seven days after detoxification, Cosette was eager to save people, and only responded mechanically, not taking it seriously at all.

That mouthful of poisonous blood and poisonous spores were all demons pressed on the body of the Broken Winged Angel, and Cosette felt extremely relieved when she thought of the fact that she could contribute to His Highness Albert.

She was so tired, there was nothing in the whole tavern, up and down, that didn't need her to clean up. Although the boss is still kind, after all, people are his benefactors, he provides food, drink and sleep, and everything he does is right.

The more Cosette did it, the longer she did it, and the more people got used to it. In the past, the boss saw that she was so hard and hardworking, and from time to time he would remind her of the meaning, but then over time, habit became natural, if you don't do it, it will attract uncomfortable questioning eyes.

Cosette couldn't do it anymore. Albert's arm, which was once densely packed with small blood sacs, is now gone. Duke Borot saw it in his eyes and was grateful in his heart, and he let the little girl sit down in the cushioned seat to rest, and beckoned the people who had been waiting outside the house for a long time to come in to visit Xiao A's condition.

As soon as he saw the filthy container, he immediately said, "Damn, it's disgusting, I'd rather cut off the heads of ten people than look at these things again!"

Benedict, Lecles, and Adrian were also embarrassed by this. They had a very good impression of the tavern waitress who sat on the side of the table and rested. It is really admirable that such a thin and petite little girl should behave so bravely.

Albert's condition of having hallucinations every once in a while seems to have been radically reversed. Since he had been sweating profusely, his breathing had become steady, his pulse no longer seemed to be beating violently, and he occasionally rolled over to show a peaceful sleeping posture. All these signs made Lao Bao and others feel that there was indeed hope.

Today, Albert was the only one in the room who was asleep. When everyone was not looking, she could not restrain her tiredness, and lay down in a chair with cushions.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.