1:202 Exploration of Suspicion (Part II)

"Woo-woo" Ryder the rabbit seemed to return to his normal senses, he groaned, "No, no!" "Are you begging me for mercy now?" Arthur stepped forward with his sword, ready to remove Ryder's head.

"No!" Ryder wasn't speaking to Arthur at all. As if he saw something trying to grasp, he raised his remaining left hand and grabbed the air.

"Don't kill them!no!daddy!mom!!!" he cried.

"See a vision?" Arthur hesitated.

"No!!!!!" With the rabbit's hoarse scream, he dropped his hand in despair and lay motionless in a pool of blood.

"Ry, Ryder?" asked Bedwell in a whisper.

"It's too late. They were killed. I can't do anything, my useless. Ryder was angry and lifeless.

"Arthur—" Bediwell said to Arthur instead.

"I know what you're trying to say, but, no. Arthur said coldly, his tone had never been so cold, "This kid must die." I can't stand him betraying us again. "He must have his reasons for doing so!" replied Bedeville, "he has already known that he is wrong, and you must-" "What's the matter?" the Grand Duke of Hall arrived with the other knights, and he asked as soon as he came up.

"The spy has been corrected on the spot. Arthur put the king's sword back into its sheath and said.

"No, Brother Ryder!" Constantine rushed up to look at the rabbit man, who had been cut in half and was dying in a pool of blood.

"What have you done to him, you devil!" scolded the boy.

Arthur didn't talk.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. Tristan suddenly ran over, "I'm not going to just watch Xiaoxue die. He cast an ice spell that immediately froze Ryder, who was on the verge of death.

"Tristan, xiexie you. "Bedivel Road.

"You can sew him together, right?" Bediwell looked at Constantine, almost begging.

"Leave it to me. Constantine swallowed.

Arthur silently reached for his sword. If he draws his sword at this time, he will definitely be able to chop Ryder frozen in the ice into pieces, and the meat will never be repaired.

Then Shijie calmed down.

However, Grand Duke Hall grabbed Arthur's hand and shook his head at him, saying, "Be forgiving." Arthur looked at Hall, then at the pleading gazes of Bedwell, Tristan, and Constantine. He Zuihou still couldn't make a move.

Ten minutes later, the knights were busy transporting the frozen Ryder on a stretcher.

Only then did Bediwell have time to look at the dragonman golem standing still.

"Sir, you are—" "I'm the Dragonman Golem No. 1 made by Merlin. My name is Bols. The Dragonman Golem said, "Please advise me when we meet for the first time." "So, Mr. Bols—" Bediwell looked at the golem glowing with silver all over his body, and he felt a sense of familiarity and nostalgia.

"I'm sorry, and xiexie. As Bediwell finished speaking, two lines of tears welled up from his eyes for no apparent reason.

"Ahh The dragonman golem looked at Bediwell, and there was no expression on his face, I don't know if it was because the golem couldn't make expressions in the first place, or because the golem had no emotion in the first place. He said: "Your Excellency cried for no reason, I am afraid that there is a problem with the tear ducts, and it is recommended to do medical monitoring as soon as possible." So, I'll take my leave. The dragonman golem flicked its wings and flew away.

"Let's go back, Bediville. Arthur said.

"Hmm. The werewolf boy agreed, and followed Arthur away.

The next morning. There are three days left before the duel between Arthur and Grand Duke Hall.

"What? another operation?" Greenville said, "Who's it this time?" "Well, it's Brother Ryder." Constantine said.

"The rabbit?" Greenwile sighed, "Arthur doesn't know what mercy is for his subordinates?" Two hours later, Greenway looked at Ryder in the infirmary.

The rabbit man had a broken hand and was cut off by the waist, and his internal organs were already in disarray. What a serious injury.

Still, with Constantine being the hand of God, it was still possible to save life. However, what made Greenway most uneasy was Ryder's X-ray photos.

X-rays of his brain showed an eerie shadow.

The thing, like a giant spider, clasped tightly to Ryder's brain.

If you have such a foreign body in your brain, you must be in severe pain all the time. Is that a tumor? Or is it some kind of implant?

"What the hell is that? Does it have anything to do with the blackening of rabbits?" Arthur asked.

"I don't know if I don't take that thing out. "But I don't think a rabbit's physical strength can support both healing and craniotomy." "How long will I have to wait?" asked Arthur.

"A month in terms of the orc's ability to recover. Greenwiel reasoned.

"We can't wait that long. If that thing was really the cause of his blackening, the sooner it was removed, the safer it would be - for us, and for him. "There's still a way. Greenway pulled out a vial of the injection from her medicine box, "Remember this? At the same time, it is also a highly effective medicine to enhance metabolism. "There's nothing wrong with that kind of thing on Ryder?!" Beddell interjected.

"I was afraid that when I first used it, he would struggle and the wound would open open. "But once the miracle effect, the metabolic ability of the whole body is enhanced by a hundred times, and the wounds on his body will heal instantly." Injuries that include internal organs. "Then I had enough stamina to perform a craniotomy. Okay, that's all. Arthur said.

"Arthur! such a mess is a matter of life and death for Ryder!" Bediwell protested.

"There's another problem," Greenway said, ignoring the werewolf boy's protests, "craniotomy is different from other surgeries. There are so many unknown structures in the human brain that even today's medicine has not yet figured out. No matter how powerful Constantine is the hand of God, there is no guarantee that it will not hurt the rabbit's cranial nerves. There's a good chance he'll turn out to be an idiot. "You're kidding me!!" Bediwell protested.

"Boy," Arthur said to Bedwell with an angry face, but with rare calm, "he has no choice. That bastard has done enough damage, and he has no right to refuse what we want to do with him. If you're still upset, I'll break him with a sword right now. Seeing Arthur's angry face, Bediwell reluctantly compromised.

Two hours later, the rabbit was mended and finally restored to a human form. Constantine was so tired that she was already unconscious, and Greenway, who was guiding her, was also very tired, but she knew she couldn't just fall asleep.

"Let's do it. Arthur said.

"I don't care what happens?" Greenway said.

"It's the fate of this rabbit to become something. He has done so many good deeds, even if he dies, he deserves it. Arthur said coldly.

"Such a heartless man. All right. Greenwiel held Ryder the rabbit to his hospital bed to prevent him from moving around and tearing his wounds.

She injected the rabbits with a range of medicines, including nutrients, antibiotics and hormones.

Then she took out the anti-succubus injection and injected it into Ryder's arm.

A violent reaction began, and Ryder the rabbit man trembled all over. Since he was held to the hospital bed by dozens of belts, his movement appeared to be very slight, and it seemed that there were barely lacerations.

The rabbit looked very miserable, and he was sweating profusely.

From his pale face, it can be seen that he is still very weak, and his body has not been able to regenerate smoothly.

"No way, I'll do another healing spell on him. Greenway said.

"No, there's no need to use magic tricks for such scum and shorten your life*. Arthur said.

(*Note: Humans will be punished by petrification for any magic trick, and even if they don't petrify right away, it will accelerate the aging of the human body.) "It's just a little magic, it's not a big deal. Greenway said.

After coming out of the operating room, Greenville was so tired that she fell asleep. Arthur settled her and Constantine in the lounge, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance as he looked at the woman and child sleeping on the couch.

(For the sake of a stranger, they can do this?) (This stranger also betrayed Arthur again and again, putting them in danger of death.) Is such a rabbit scum still worth saving?) (Is there any point in repaying grievances with virtue like this?)