Harold heard the sound of wheezing and cursing, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound, a young man with short hair was lying dying on the snow, his skin was frighteningly pale from the loss of blood.

Blood poured out of his chest, causing the white snow beside him to bloom with bright flowers of blood.

"This person is hopeless, if you want to ask something, take advantage of it now." Harold immediately made a judgment, and he took a few quick steps, ran to the young man's side, and half-knelt down.

The young man would not live for more than ten minutes at most, and although the blow that pierced his lungs did not kill him immediately, this kind of injury could only give him another half an hour of life even if he used the best healing spells and medical conditions of human beings in this world.

Now the short-haired young man was lying on his back like a dead fish, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth, and his pupils were beginning to dilute, and Harold couldn't even tell if he was aware of a man coming by him.

Harold understood that no matter what he asked in this situation, it would be fruitless. So he immediately untied the rucksack behind him, and he took out a small box from the rucksack, which contained a glass syringe, as well as a small vial of golden liquid potion.

Harold used the needle of a glass syringe to suck the golden liquid in the small glass vial into the syringe, and then pinpointed the blood vessels of the short-haired young man and injected them.

This golden liquid comes from a plant called "humus flower", which is a very rare plant.

This plant is endemic to the swampy areas of the Fang Irma settlement, growing in the depths of the swamps where it is extremely cold and humid, but it has the effect of making the nerves of living beings suddenly highly excited. The plant's effects were also discovered by accident, a hundred years ago when people went into the depths of the swamp to destroy the swamp trolls, they found that the swamp trolls would eat the plant in battle to reach a berserk state, and then discovered the plant's effects. Therefore, this plant is also known as the "Berserker Flower", and the flower juice has great side effects for ordinary people.

But in Harold's case, he intended to use it just in case, and if he was hit hard in battle and fatigue began to take effect, the potion would buy Harold a few minutes to run.

"Just in case, all the medicine is used, so I'll wake up for a few minutes." After Harold injected the potion, he didn't know if he could make the dying man in front of him wake up for a few minutes.

Of course, this potion can keep the dying man awake for a few minutes, which means that he will suffer for a few more minutes.

A few seconds after the injection, the young man opened his eyes and let out a painful sigh.

He sobered up a little and saw Harold at his side.

Seeing the stunning face in front of him, the short-haired young man's eyes lit up, as if he was returning to the light.

The young man sighed: "Love... With the goddess of beauty, Alufmia, are you a believer who has come to override your dying? ”

Harold frowned slightly. However, he immediately pretended to say, "Yes! Poor children, who is it that has put you in such a bad situation. Then he must be an apostle of the devil. ”

Mr. Harold Vasa was a man who only believed in the swords, axes in his hands and money in his pocket, and he did not even have the slightest sense of worship for the gods he had heard of since he was a child, such as Odin, Thor, and Loki, let alone gods from other worlds.

Pretending to be a goddess to get useful information is no psychological pressure on Harold.

The short-haired young man gritted his teeth weakly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Rektaran Ramiel! Rektaran Ramiel!! ”

Harold hadn't heard the name when the dying short-haired young man was talking to himself.

But this time Harold listened to it really, and he suddenly remembered that he had heard the surname "Lamir" there.

Harold blinked, and he remained silent: "The current student council president of St. Philan Academy, it turns out that the eyeboy is from a wealthy family in the southwest of the Salga Empire. And he was almost certain to be the one who had been giving him bad feelings before, and the stalker of that day! ”

Harold said lightly, "What crime did that guy commit against you?" You can declare them all now, and I will punish him!" ”

Harold, who said this, even had the colored light of the gods shining behind him in the eyes of the short-haired young man, and the short-haired young man seemed to have found the person who confided in his resentment, and he poured out all the resentment in his heart when he was dying: "That bastard.... Tent, ahem, His Highness Freddie Bart was a student of his father. His Highness Freddy was defeated in the civil war, and we, escorting the seriously wounded Freddy, went down to ask for help from the people of the Naramir family. The bastard was polite at first, but when His Highness Freddy died shortly after, he immediately killed us. ”

Harold raised his eyebrows, he kind of understood who the dead body was wrapped in the blanket! It turned out to be the eldest prince of the Salga Empire who had been heard to have disappeared in the attack and defense of the Valin Fortress. So in this way, this group of people is probably the last guard next to the prince. From the Ramil family's point of view, if Freddy Bart died, then the guards who knew that the Ramil family had taken in the losers of the Salga Empire's civil war would be useless and harmful.

It makes sense to get rid of them.

It's just, why did that nasty spectacle boy choose this place to get rid of this group of people in this way?

Harold was pondering why, but was interrupted.

The dying short-haired young man didn't know where the strength came from, and he reached out and grabbed Harold's wrist: "Lord Alufumia, please... You, please, must give that bastard painful divine punishment. It is more painful to keep him alive than dead. ”

After speaking, a lot of blood foam came out of his mouth.

Harold looked at the pale face of the young man in front of him, and he suddenly understood the motives and purpose of the bespectacled man named Rektaran Lamir.

At this time, Harold heard the dying plea of the short-haired young man, and felt a little absurd and funny in his heart.

The young man's plea to him, if one compares the positions of the two, is like a dying sheep's plea to a wolf.

Although Freddie Bhat, the Grand Prince of the Salga Empire, was a loser in the Civil War, the dying prince in front of him was still a member of the Sarga Empire's military and police system.

And the object of his appeal is barely the partner of the restless and commercial people of the Irma people in the north of the Salga Empire. The gang of merchants from the north was secretly plotting to get out on their own when the Sarga Empire was weakened.

"Poor child, I hear your prayer clearly. Don't worry, I'll make your last wish come true. Harold said this, as a little comfort to the man who was about to die.

The short-haired young man's mouth was filled with blood foam pouring up, and he couldn't answer anymore, so he slowly closed his eyes.