"Boom", the broken sword smashed from Eishu's hand on the hard frozen ground. Essho's right chest was once again covered with a pale, almost clear body mark, revealing the pale cyan veins under the cortex, while his face lost the last bit of blood. Estheu's arms fell limply from the stand, his eyes slowly drifting, a dead halo swaying in his pupils.

"The potion is ready!" Damus picked up the cauldron, "I'll dilute it now!" ”

"No!" Brochette snapped, "Take it, give him medicine now!" ”

"Now?" Dams had already taken half a step towards the curtain, but one of his raised feet was stopped in mid-air by Brochette. He almost lost his balance, but it took a hard time to stabilize his body, and the crucible in his hand that almost toppled over. He was a little hesitant: "This medicine also needs to be diluted with snow water to cool down, otherwise the original medicine is no different from poison, and the medicine is too violent!" ”

"He can withstand it!" With one stride, Brochette snatched the cauldron from Dams and lowered it to the ground, and it was hard to imagine that he could still make such swift and vigorous movements at his age, as if he were not an old scholar with a drooping robe under the sleeves, but a seasoned warrior in his prime. Luciana handed over the bowl in time, and Brochette took it, scooping a full bowl in the cauldron, the dark red viscous liquid slowly tumbling in the bowl, and the extremely astringent smell of medicine rose with water vapor. By this time, Estheu's eyes had been clouded with a layer of gray. "Pick his mouth open." Brochette ordered. Luciana complied, and she effortlessly pressed Eshy's chin, causing his mouth to open wide.

"Be careful not to burn yourself." Brochette took a deep breath and held the medicine bowl high above Essho's head, tilting it slightly, and a very thin red thread fell evenly, slowly injecting it into Essiu's mouth.

The hot and spicy potion poured into his mouth, stimulated, and the lost focus reunited in Estheau's eyes, and he was briefly awake, but reason did not immediately return with consciousness, only instinct drove this very strong body. Essiu subconsciously tried to keep his mouth shut, but Luciana stuck his upper and lower jaws, and at the same time fixed his neck to prevent him from writhing. But even the weakened Esher was not something Luciana could wrestle with, and he easily got rid of Luciana's palm and bounced off the bracket. Brochette decisively interrupted the pour, and pushed one palm into Estheau's chest, pushing him back into the brace. "North, come and help! This kid has too much strength! Brochette snorted. Dams also realized that the scene needed his help, and immediately stepped in front of the stand, grabbed Eshy's waving hands in the air, and tried to hold it on the stand. He didn't boast about his self-proclaimed Hercules of the Royal Academy, and after a moment's stalemate with him, Estheau's arm was reluctantly defeated, and Luciana was locked in time to lock the hoop. But despite this, Esher still didn't give up struggling, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his breathing was like a tidal wave—he was trying to break free from the grip with the Hainafa! Brochette and Dams were stunned, and they could feel the power from the other end of their palms suddenly soaring, about to exceed the threshold they could contain. However, the first to be surpassed was the bracket under Aexiu's body, its rudimentary wooden structure could no longer withstand the clash of forces on all sides, and every joint began to "creak", and as Aexiu continued to accumulate strength, it would collapse at any moment!

At the last moment, Luciana suddenly reached out and pinched Eshy's nose firmly.

The tide, which was about to climb to its highest point, lost all its stamina at this point and reluctantly retreated. Estheau's eyes widened, his face pale with blood from suffocation, and the violent air currents lost their outlet for a moment, and he coughed violently, coughing the dark red liquid onto Brochette's white beard, leaving a large piercing mark.

Brochette didn't react much: "Are you awake?" ”

Aeshu nodded. After some tossing, the dominance of his body finally returned to the hands of reason. To show that he was no longer acting on his instincts for self-preservation, Eshu gradually relaxed his body and opened his mouth. Brochette continued to pour the potion, and when he saw Eshuen swallow it partially, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the fine beads of sweat from their foreheads in unison.

"Alright." After pouring out the bowl, Brochette continued to scoop up a bowl of the original medicine from the crucible, but handed it to Luciana, "Lucy, come on, I'm going to wash my beard." ”

"Okay." Luciana nodded obediently and took the bowl from Brochette's hand. She reproduces almost perfectly Brochette's pour, the same thin and even red thread. However, her wrist strength was not as long-lasting as that of Brochette, and the red thread occasionally trembled a little after a long time, and Luciana had to stop and rest for a while before she could continue to pour.

Brochette stood there and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It seems that you still need to arrange some more physical training in your class." ”

"Huh?" Lucianna grimaced, "I'd rather save my workout time for reading." ”

"Without a healthy body, you can't stay up all night. And if you want to stay in Livingston, how can you do it without learning some self-defense skills? The bachelors of the North are sometimes more offensive than the wolves of the Misty Mountains. Brochette said this with a slight anger that should have been directed at the "bachelors".

"Yes," Dams added, "the Royal College can be their place to socialize." Many potential and promising female students have been abducted to become aristocratic ladies, and the keys to the spice boxes are no longer academic rings on their wrists. ”

"What if my physical fitness instructor steals from me?" Luciana was still stubbornly resisting, "Why don't you let me live in the library, Dean?" Just like the director of the Marions Library, few people have met him throughout the year, and don't you have no record of him in your "Pan Dezhi"? ”

"That's because the curator is a bad old man who looks like I'm the same age! And adventurers will only pay attention to powerful figures, such as first-class warriors of various countries, or presidents of chambers of commerce, etc., who would pay attention to an old guy who cares about books? One day, if I think the sales of "Pan Dezhi" are too high, I will consider recording him. "Brechette said angrily, "Save it, 'the flowers that grow in the bitter cold still attract bees and butterflies', have you ever heard of this proverb?" I don't want those bachelors to disturb the library. As for tutors, don't worry, I can let Eastel take care of your fitness class. ”

"The baroness?" Luciana's eyes widened, and the red thread fluctuated violently, almost crooked into Estheu's nostrils, and she gave up her position in an instant and threw herself into the enemy camp, "A word? ”

"It's a deal." Brochette said, and the old man stepped out of the tent, picked up a puff of snow and applied it to his beard, and began to wash the piercing red spot. Behind him, Dams quietly followed, and lowered his voice: "Let Eastel come?" She's the most likely to steal from the guard, right? ”

"That's better than being arched by someone else." Brochette rolled his eyes as he twisted his beard.

"Also, Dean, little Lucy's identity shouldn't be simple...... Her face shape and complexion are distinctly characteristic of the southern continent, and her accent is like—" Dams was interrupted by Brochette before he could finish speaking: "Don't ask what you shouldn't." ”

"Dean, what did I just say?" Dams reacted quickly, "It seems that 'that young man's identity shouldn't be simple', right?'" ”

"He is supposed to be the son of prophecy that Madigan said." Brochette did not hide this from him.

"Really?" Dams's voice trembled with excitement, "He's the death row inmate who made a big fuss about the Janos New Year's Sacrifice?" Did Ned Grace die at his hands? No wonder, no wonder, no wonder ......" he said several "no wonders" in a row, but he still couldn't get enough of it.

"Yes," Brochet nodded, turning his head to look at the tent, "but he doesn't seem to be ready for what he should have." ”