Ron was slightly startled, tilted his head to look at her, and didn't move.

Sarina bit her lip and sat there without moving, staring at a kettle next to her, not knowing what she was thinking.

The room was quiet again, and suddenly it became very eerie!

Ron sighed inwardly and took a few steps forward, crouching down next to her, reaching out to help her up.

But Sarina was suddenly startled, and curled up behind her again, dodging his arm, her face full of horror.

Ron looked at her with horror on her face and looked into her eyes with a frown.

Sarina didn't dare to look at him, she sat on the ground and stared at the ground, her chest heaving, a touch of red on her cheeks.

Ron was speechless and didn't care, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed her feet and waist, and forcibly picked her up from the ground.

Sarina was startled and quickly wanted to retreat, but this time she didn't dodge it, but was forcibly hugged. She struggled violently, trying to push him away, but Ron didn't give her a chance, his arms were unusually steady, motionless, and his eyes were still staring at her.

"Don't fool me!" He spoke calmly.

Sarina's delicate body was shocked, and she looked up to see his serious eyes, and suddenly stopped struggling, as if she had accepted her fate, and did not move.

She silently closed her eyes, and the tip of her nose smelled a strong aura peculiar to a man.

"It is estimated that there are still some residual medicinal powers, and it should be fine after a while!" The other person's voice was very calm, with almost no emotion.

Sarina didn't know whether to respond or not, so she simply didn't say a word, and after a few moments, she closed her eyes and uttered a few words.

"I'm sorry!"

Ron was stunned when he heard this, and glanced at her: "I'm sorry for what?" I should be sorry for you, you saved us! ”

"Hmm!" Sarina stopped talking, her eyes closed, and her breathing became even.

Ron gently put her on the bed: "You rest for a while, I'll go out and see, there's something to call me, I'm next door!" “

Sarina glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her chin bowed, she didn't shake her head or nod, her expression calm.

Ron ignored her and turned to walk out.

The room was quiet again.

As if her whole body was weak, Sarina immediately collapsed on the soft quilt, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling in a daze, not knowing what to see, and her eyes suddenly lost focus.

She reached out and rubbed her face vigorously, then grabbed her hair violently, and rubbed it vigorously, "Ah" made an unwilling sound from her mouth, and to this day, she still felt that her face was hot and tingling.

After a long time, she regained her composure, suddenly remembered something, and looked back at the clothes hanging on the table, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.

She didn't move, just lay thinking about it, a little scared to see the sun.

Fortunately, she is not a stingy person, and she is easy to see when she encounters things, not to mention ...... What's more, this incident is no wonder to others, it is the clothes that I took off...... At the thought of this, Sarina felt her heart flutter a little more.

All right!

She reached out and rubbed her hot cheeks again, took a deep breath, felt some strength regain in her body, and got up from the bed again, took the wizard's robe, and put it back on. After dressing, she didn't want to go out, so she walked back to the bed and lay down, covered herself with the quilt, and put herself back in the quilt.

I'm going to lie down!

She thought to herself!

Only here did she feel safe in her heart.

……

Hearing that there was no movement in the room, Ron stood by the doorway and looked down.

The Cattle Slaughter Tavern in Neverwinter was full of people with hurried faces, some were long-eared elves with bows and arrows, who were supposed to be rangers, some were short but muscular dwarves with heavy battle axes, and many more were humans in ordinary costumes, some wearing wizard robes, some wearing swords, warriors, priests, barbarians, you name it.

The cattle slaughter inn is full of three religions and nine streams.

Ron observed for a while, but didn't find anything worth noting, so he opened the attribute panel and added experience points to the Ranger, raising the Ranger to level 3 first.

He had gained a total of 230 XP in the Black Manor, which, combined with his original 130 XP, was enough to raise the Ranger to level 3 and still have 60 points remaining.

First fill up the experience points, successfully increase the level of the Ranger, and gain 22 skill points and 24 health points again.

Ron added all his skill points to listening and scouting, and his ability to listen to reconnaissance smoothly increased to 53 points, and he felt that the sharpness of his five senses such as sight and ears had improved a lot, and he could even hear the voices of some people in the tavern whispering clearly.

Listening to reconnaissance is extremely important to the ranger, and its role is even changed to be hidden, Ron was a master in this area in his last life, and naturally knows what skills are more beneficial to him.

After the successful promotion is completed, the remaining 60 experience points Ron does not plan to use it for the time being, and he can't improve the level if he uses it now, so he should keep it for later to see how it is distributed, since he has arrived in Neverwinter, then he still has a few small plans in mind that should be able to be carried out.

Ron never fights unprepared.

Turning back into Avillan's room, the girl's condition was not very good, she was still in a coma, the wound on her arm showed signs of festering, and her face seemed to be in pain.

Ron gently touched the hot sweat on the girl's forehead and sighed.

Now that they are already in Neverwinter, he has just gone out to find a priest, but the situation is not very good, there are not many priests in Neverwinter, and most of them need to spend a lot of money to invite, because he is not familiar with the place, and he doesn't have much money on him, so he hasn't been invited yet.

Ron thought to himself that if Sarina didn't wake up tonight, he would sneak into the church and take a priest captive. However, this plan was too dangerous, and he had to give up for the time being.

Just as he was about to wipe Avrilán's back, there was a knock on the door, and Ron frowned and walked over to observe for a moment, then pushed the door open.

"Mr. Ron!" The girl had already put on her clothes and recombed her hair, as if she had just dressed up, and looked unusually beautiful.

It's just that Pretty is slightly pale, crawling out of a blush, looking at the side without looking at him, and greeting generously.

"Come in!" Ron pushed the door open and let her in.

Sarina nodded, "Good! ”

She followed him to Avrilán's bedside and looked at Avrilán's wound with a solemn expression.

"Has it become serious?"

Ron said, "The situation is not very good, I would like to ask some healing priests with high skills, can you introduce me to a few?" ”

Sarina looked up at him, "I'm going to church first!" ”

Ron asked, "You go over now?" ”

Sarina said, "If there is no other period, the sooner the better, your companion has become very serious!" ”

"It's good!" Ron agreed: "But ......" He paused, took a white mask from his pocket and handed it to her, "Cover your face first!" ”

Sarina was stunned, not knowing what it meant.