Lulunaka held her cheeks all the time, glancing back and forth at the three men in the room. Her gaze was not subtle, without the slightest intention of hiding, and fell directly on the three of them, as if she was watching something interesting.

Tours was a little uncomfortable with Lulunaka, but couldn't say anything. He didn't resist being stared at by a little girl, and in his many years of military career, whenever his unit returned triumphantly and returned to the King's Castle, they would always be surrounded by countless flowers and cheers. The adoring gaze of the maiden, and the delicate and bold gaze of the unmarried and married women, fell like flowers on the victor.

Turce was comfortable with such a direct, bold gaze, but he couldn't be at ease with Lulunaka's gaze. Maybe it's because of a change in mentality, or maybe it's because Lulunaka is a little weird that he's being a little restrained? Tours couldn't figure out why.

Or, he actually knew, but didn't want to admit it. There is no more victory, there is no triumph, only betrayal, rout, death...... He is now no longer one of the winners, but a shameful loser. Perhaps it was because of this state of mind that he could not accept Lulunaka's gaze directly.

Feeling uncomfortable, Tours said to Lulunaka, "Is there anything interesting on my face?"

"No, only solidified mud. Lulunaka shook her head and replied, "You're a little dirty like you've been rolling in muddy water." But there's not much place for you to take care of yourself, and I don't think you're necessarily in that mood, are you?"

Indeed, if Tours had time to clean his body, he would never have spent that time doing such a thing. He would keep running south, until he couldn't run anymore. Just like it is now.

"But that's not what I care about. Lulunaka reached out and pointed to Tours' left arm, "Your left arm looks injured, maybe you can let me take a look at it?"

Turce looked at his left hand. His entire left arm drooped, and it did look a little unnatural compared to his right hand. He had been wounded in his left arm for several days because an arrow had wounded his bones. Luckily, the arrow had pierced through and didn't stay in his arm, which made it easier for him to pull it out - not that simple, just comparatively. The pain of breaking the tail of the arrow and seeing the body of the arrow coming out of his arm is very vivid, intense, and unforgettable. The rough wooden body of the arrow makes it especially painful to pull the arrow. Eventually, however, Turce mustered up the courage to pull the arrow out, and luckily there were no crumbs left in the flesh.

As soon as the arrow was drawn, Tours' courage seemed to run out. So he didn't put up much resistance, and fled from that rout, like a lot of people.

After that, although he did some simple treatment of the wound, it was limited to that. He could only make sure that the wound would not become infected, making it difficult for him to even walk, but to restore his left arm to its pre-injury state, there was no doubt that he needed a doctor or pharmacist.

"Can you help me with my wounds? But you're an alchemist, not a doctor, not a pharmacist. Tours' tone sounded a little disbelieving. If someone could treat his wounds, he would be more than happy to do so. Although this left arm can still move now, it does not use force, and in any case, it is fatal and has sequelae after all if it is left unattended like this. But can Lulunaka really handle his injuries, a rookie alchemist who has just come out of work and doesn't seem to have much qualifications or skills?

"You're worried that I'm not going to be able to do this. Lulunaka could see Tours' concern, "I think you can rest assured, an alchemist like us who wanders the mountains and forests is actually half a medicine man." I don't know what the craftsmen in the city, or the students in the academy, are like the theoretical alchemists, but if an alchemist like my grandmother – and me, of course, wants to understand the properties of all the materials available to us, then we must try to use them, and then learn about their properties in successes and failures......"

Speaking of this, Lulunaka spread her hands and looked confident, "So, what the pharmacist knows, in fact, we alchemists also know most of it, and we can be regarded as half of our peers." After learning that some materials have medicinal properties, an alchemist like me, who runs around in the wild, naturally learns some skills that only pharmacists and doctors have. Since you can all sit down and be friendly with us, then you can choose to continue to trust me. I think that with my ability, I don't talk about resurrection, but I can still do a good job of dealing with some injuries that are not too serious. ”

While Tours hesitated slightly, Lulunaka continued, as if she was going to convince him. "You have such an injured left hand, you can't even hold a weapon steadily, when you hit the road again, if something happens on the way, can you really protect yourself?"

Lulunaka's words spoke to Tours' heart. Since the defeat of the troops, he has been lucky to escape along the way, but he was only hit by an arrow in his left arm and did not suffer any injuries that really hindered his movements. Most of the soldiers in his unit and around him did not have the luck of him, and either did not escape, or died on the way to escape.

Many people fell to the ground, and there were far more injuries on the back than on the front. It was a shameful thing, but there was nothing Tours could do, and even if he still had the courage, it would only be used to escape.

He was just the captain of a squad, just a soldier, without the ability to decide the fate of the majority of the people and the whole situation. He's just a mortal.

The man who was supposed to dominate it all, change it all, turn the tide, is gone – and the rout is there.

Turce knew that now was not the time to be sad, that it had all happened, that he should look forward and stop thinking about the terrible things that had happened. He had to go back to the King's Castle, where it was safe and where his frightened heart could be soothed.

King's Castle has his family, his home, and he must go back.

Turce extended his left arm to Lulunaka, "Then I'll count on you." ”

"Leave it to me, at least give your arm some strength. Lulunaka laughed and began to treat the wound on her arm for Tours. The wound on Tours' arm was near the elbow joint, wrapped in several rags. It also happens to be a place where there is no armor protection, and it is a gap that skilled archers and warriors like to aim at, and can deal effective damage. Tours' luck was indeed good, if the wound was a little further down, that is, if the arrow did fall on the joint, then the wound would not be easy to deal with, which would be equivalent to abolishing one of his hands, and even if it was healed in the future, it might leave sequelae.

Lulunaka has a water bladder with water in it and a clean strip of cloth next to her. She seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and had planned to treat Tours' wounds, but only after Tours had relaxed and the relationship between them had become a little more harmonious.

"It's good, no infection. Lulunaka removed the rags from Tours' arm and examined the wound. Arrow wounds were no interesting thing, and his handling was rather crude, and now the wounds could be said to be very ugly, although they were much better than those that were not treated in time. Tours looked at Lulunaka's appearance, and it didn't seem to be disgusting to see such an injury, and even a little excited. Her attitude was a little unsettling, but Tours was at least sure that she did have the ability and ability to deal with wounds - a person who saw a bloody wound and was not afraid of it naturally had the advantage of being able to do such a thing. As long as the person is not a magician who likes necromancy, or is a natural psychopath.