This is a woman with a black cloth on her face, and people can see those beautiful eyes like stars at a glance.

In the year that Wren has been in this world, he has been accustomed to seeing too many cruel and cunning eyes.

tyranny, despair, darkness, selfishness, greed... All the people he had ever seen had cloudy eyes.

And this is the first time that Wren has seen such clear eyes.

These blue eyes are bright and deep, like the first rays of sunlight that break after night, piercing through the clouds and fog, pouring on the earth, illuminating the whole world.

It seems that people have the illusion that the world... It can also be full of kindness.

.......

The woman in front of her was dressed in a brown thick linen gown, covered in blood, with dried and coagulated black blood stains, as well as flowing scarlet blood.

However, it seems that her clothes do not fit well, and the spacious placket allows people to faintly glimpse the depth of snow-white. Obviously, this Mai is more like a man's shirt.

But even so, it can't hide her tall and proud figure.

She was barefoot, her bare ankles covered in blood from the rubble bumps. It's the delicate skin of a pampered aristocratic lady, not a wilderness traveler.

The woman's face was covered with a thick strip of damp cloth, presumably a makeshift makeshift gas mask, which made Wren look down on her.

Her wavy blond hair was wet against her cheeks, and she looked very weak...

However, encountering a lone woman in the wilderness made Wren very vigilant.

Especially... This woman's hands are covered in blood!

Smelling it, it was like the thick smell of human blood mixed with animal blood.

This woman is strange from top to bottom, alone, wasteland, bloodstains, thin clothes...

Nothing is a sign of a normal person.

Legend has it that there is a monster called [Banshee of the Wasteland] in the Ice Ridge Wasteland, which is a kind of demonic spirit that has corrupted the evil spirit, and it is in mortal danger. They pretend to be weak and helpless maidens, lure passing travelers, and then eat their brains...

Maybe the light in her eyes is the magic of mental power?

Otherwise, where are there such good-looking eyes...

"Is she a human or a ghost...?"

Wren didn't dare to move, and the blonde masked woman froze there like a fawn that had suddenly broken out of the woods and met the hunter.

.......

The moment they looked at each other, Wren visibly watched as the star-like light in the woman's eyes quickly extinguished.

The gaze that seemed to hold great expectations suddenly turned into the gloom of despair.

"Not an Imperial Knight..."

The blonde woman's voice murmured like fine lines, and her expression darkened suddenly.

Staggering, she couldn't hold herself steady anymore.

She had exhausted the last bit of strength when she walked here, and as soon as her faith was relaxed, she couldn't hold on anymore and finally collapsed to the ground and fainted.

Ymir felt like she was in terrible shape...

Can you imagine how much it was exciting to see the wheel print of a steam locomotive belonging to their royal knight of Omar appear in the uninhabited wasteland of Liao in a desperate situation?

(The laws of Omar clearly stipulate that the steam locomotive is the exclusive locomotive of the royal knights, and anyone who steals, robs or uses it illegally will be sent directly to the gallows.) So almost no one in the outside world owns a locomotive, or dares to ride it... ）

This is still a fresh track of wheels, and it also proves that an Imperial knight just passed by here not long ago.

Yumir thought that he could go deep into this "Bukanya Heights" alone, probably a certain knight with good strength...

I may be saved.

She couldn't remember how far she had come in a daze, and the mark of the wheels was the only hope that sustained him in holding on...

Then the wheel mark disappeared out of thin air, and the biker was nowhere to be seen.

In desperation, she heard the sound of the fight again and saw the fire...

Then, having rekindled the last shred of hope, she came to her.

When I saw Wren, hope turned to despair in an instant...

It turned out to be just an ordinary traveler who got lost.

Probably, his life has come to an end.

......

"What's going on..."

Wren was dazzled by this sudden turn of events.

This is an iceridge wasteland, and the chances of encountering a lone human are as low as the chance of being hit by a meteorite.

But he met it!

Wren's perception, although faint, could clearly indicate that the woman had a heartbeat and breathing...

At the very least, it should be a human, not a banshee.

After observing from a distance for a moment, the woman lying on the ground still showed no signs of suddenly bursting out and biting her neck.

Wren felt that she should have really fainted!

It was late at night, the dew on the mud had condensed into hoarfrost, and the temperature had dropped to freezing.

The woman, who was wearing only a single layer of linen, lay quietly. Lonely and helpless, like a wet kitten in winter, shivering.

"You can't just look at it, can you?"

Wren looked at her and was touched.

After a moment of silence, he decided to walk over.

He carefully picked open the black cloth mask on the woman's face with a twig, trying to determine if it was some half-faced "rip banshee".

Then, he saw a face that was so delicate that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Damn..."

The standard Western-style facial features are so beautiful that people can't find any flaws.

Even if there is no blood on her face, she can still be so stunning that people feel as if they have seen a sleeping beauty under a high-light filter.

"It can't really be a banshee, right?"

At this moment, the instinctive thinking logic of a straight man of steel emerged in Wren's heart.

He always felt that what he saw in front of him was not very real, was there really such a good-looking fairy in the world?

And in the wilderness, it's not right to think about this...

It's definitely a banshee!

However, after waiting for a while, she did not jump up and bite her neck.

Maybe... Isn't it?

Wren fell into a cycle of self-doubt.

He carefully examined the woman's outfit, and it didn't seem to be dangerous. Finally, I got a little more courageous, reached out and felt her pulse and body structure, and found no strange structures such as bone spurs and tails.

"Whew..."

Wren breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he finally determined that he was really a normal human being in front of him.

When I looked down again, I saw scarlet blood oozing from the woman's chest.

Apparently, her injuries were severe.

If you don't want to think about it, I guess you can't really live.

As it happens, Wren is a doctor himself.

Oh no!

To be exact... Doctor's apprenticeship.

......

"To save, or not to save?"

Wren fell into deep thought.

Obviously, if she wasn't left alone, this badly injured woman wouldn't survive tonight. Either he bled to death or he froze to death in this wasteland.

Of course, this is also the most hassle-free option, and it will not be contaminated with any trouble.

He was still weighing the pros and cons in his head, but his hand had already taken out the surgical instruments.

Wren has been in this world for a year and has learned the ruthlessness of killing people without blinking, but he has never learned to be truly and completely "cold-blooded".

Although he guessed that this woman's origin might not be simple, his intuition told him that she was a kind person.

Wren laid out a thick cashmere mat and picked her up and placed her on the mat.

The weight is not light, which shows that she is a transcendent person.

After awakening, the quality of human muscle fibers and bones will increase a lot, and the more powerful the transcendent, the heavier the weight.

Since he planned to save people, Wren didn't hesitate any longer, picked up the surgical scissors, and cut it from her neckline, exposing the wound.

The woman was as he expected, with no clothes in it.

Even when lying flat, she has an amazing and proud dimension.

The jade body is horizontal, and the snow is a peak. This graceful figure is like her delicate face, which is impeccable, and this perfect carcass is like a beautiful carcass carved from mutton fat warm jade...

Except, of course, for the bloody wound near the sternal stem.

The scissors went down and peeled her clean.

Wren examined it carefully, and it was clear that she had more than one wound on her body.

......

"There are no belongings, not even this linen robe should be her clothes that she plucked from some corpse..."

Wren had a suspicion in his mind, and casually tossed the shredded linen robe aside.

He found that the woman had nothing on her body other than the linen coat that would allow one to guess her identity. No storage rings, no jewelry, no coins, weapons, hairpins...

"I should be afraid of being tracked by the location, and then I lost everything on my body."

Wren nodded approvingly.

He had studied professional tracking and counter-tracking, and when he thought about it, he guessed the reason why women did this.

Just now he was worried that this woman was being chased and killed, but now that she is so careful, the pursuers should have been thrown off.

In this way, the last doubt about saving people has been dispelled.