He stiffened and hugged his sister expressionlessly, clearly feeling that her body was gradually cold, and the luster in her pupils was gradually dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Brother, if Charlotte leaves you, you have to take good care of yourself, stop drinking, and stop killing...... Charlotte is a bad boy and falls in love with her brother......"

At the end of the prayer, he could no longer bear the despair and sorrow that seemed to tear his heart apart, so he pushed away the bishop who was about to draw a holy talisman for his sister, and rushed to the church hospital with her as fast as he could.

On the way, Charlotte is like a child who has done something wrong, guiltily telling the love buried in her heart over the years.

Outside the operating room, Joshua knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the closed door of the operating room, waiting for his sister to appear.

Charlotte was dead after all.

He guessed this result the moment he saw his sister in the corpse.

On the way back to the Alpha Federation, he wondered countless times if Charlotte would not have ended up like this if he hadn't been a knight of the Church.

People say that God can save the sinful, but God does not save the innocent Charlotte.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound from the door of the operating room, and Joshua's ears trembled, and he looked up sharply to see someone slowly walking out.

Luckily, it seems that Villa, who was admitted to the operating room this time, survived—just two hours earlier, the boy had suddenly collapsed into the street with a red face, his eyes rolling and his mouth spitting blood.

Joshua stood up and watched as Villa, pale as he was wheeled out of the operating room. His eyes were closed, his lips bloodied, and he was wheeled into a hospital room.

"Do you know that Lord Knight, the star fighters of the ancient gladiatorial arena will be heavily guarded a few days before they enter the arena, and he is strictly forbidden to enter and exit the room. Guess why? ”

Joshua smiled and looked at the person he was talking to.

His black hair was curled and disheveled, and his hair was stiff.

He wore a dirty white lab coat with patches sewn in a few places - nine out of ten doctors who worked for the church were wealthy, and he probably wore it to have something to do with his personality.

On the left chest hangs a name tag that reads: Vice-President of the Mission Hospital - Wilnis.

Wilnis's dark circles are thick, the tip of his nose is thick and oily, and his jaw is prominent, which is more curved than half a moon.

In Joshua's opinion, he is really not a beautiful man, and it is difficult to even reach the average level.

But he had a certain gleam in his eyes that made it impossible for those who saw him not to remember him, and Joshua was one of them.

A few years ago, Joshua met Wilness after a serious injury, and a friendship has been formed ever since. He was also one of the few friends of Joshua who trusted him deeply, and Charlotte's surgery was also operated on by him.

"I want to hear about it."

Joshua sat with him on the bench, the corridor empty—it was Wilness's last surgery of the day. After that, he had to go home and get a good night's sleep, and he hadn't slept well for three days and three nights.

"Quite simply, because if you don't send someone to watch, these beasts with strong flesh and bulging wallets will become uncontrollable by the stress of extreme death. And the way men release stress...... You know, those who do business make money. ”

"Yes, self-control is important." Joshua agreed.

"You know, I know, smart men know this, but young cubs and noble lords don't know—just like you, a knight."

Wilness made a dull snoring sound through his nose.

"How?" Joshua frowned slightly, and there was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't know exactly, but if you roughly guess from the concentration of the medicine in the blood and the time of swallowing, this kid has eaten at least 50 grams of mandala gold powder. If he survives, it's his fate, so don't ask for anything else. ”

"Mandala gold dust? What are you kidding, this thing has been banned for almost 20 years, let alone Villa, even I don't have the confidence to get it. ”

Wilness snorted, "Don't talk about you, I can't get it with a doctor." It's not available on the market at all, and only alchemists can make it, but that's only a prototype.

In order to perfectly blend mandala flowers and gold powder to eliminate toxicity and make a medicine that is safe for people to take, it is necessary not only to know alchemy, but also to have a wealth of medical knowledge and clinical experience.

I heard that this kid is a noble young master? There's a good chance you'll get your hands on it. You know, how erosive the private life of those aristocratic uncles is. God forbid, I've seen enough of those guys' rotting bodies. ”

Joshua took a deep breath, and for some reason, a sense of incongruity that made him faintly uncomfortable creeped through his chest.

"Villa wasn't that kind of child."

Wilness shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Just because it's not in front of you doesn't mean it's not at home." I'm not interested in what kind of person he is, in short, it is an established fact that he ate mandala gold powder, and you can do the rest. ”

He suddenly remembered Nadya's complaint about himself some time ago.

"Villa always sneaks a shift and doesn't know where he went, Mr. Joshua, you should punish him well!"

Joshua closed his eyes and remembered what had happened yesterday at the cigarette bar.

Villa showed an unusual obsession with the beautiful proprietress and even uncharacteristically showed murderous intent - although he eventually disposed of the two trash mercenaries who were disobedient to the church.

He was well aware that Villa liked Didillia, but it was true that he had been too abnormal in recent times.

And you may not be normal. If Nightmare hadn't reappeared and killed his men, if Charlotte hadn't died, maybe he would have noticed Villa's anomaly earlier, and he wouldn't even be so impulsive.

No, it may have nothing to do with Charlotte, his dislike of mercenaries has long been unbearable.

At this point, it seemed as if the air was filled with helplessness, but Joshua's instincts told him that something was wrong.

There may be some kind of huge lie hidden in this matter.

However, after thinking about it and suffering from no clues, Joshua failed to catch the tail of a flash of intuition, and he sighed deeply.

The cold hallway is quiet, and the lights are bright, but it can't make people feel at ease.

Living people can't rest easy here, the temperature here is too different from the temperature outside. Only the dead and sleeping patients will be reassured, they will not feel anything.

Joshua silently looked at Villa, who was lying in a deep sleep on the hospital bed, for a long time, and finally turned around and stepped away, gently closed the door, and left the hospital.