Hearing Morse's words, Derno, who had lost hope, raised his head in shock: he said...... Is Vicol still saved?

"What did you just say?" Turning around, Eddes looked at the blacksmith in disbelief, "Do you have a way to cure Vicor?"

"No way. Ennis frowned and stared at Uncle Blacksmith, "Vicor's injuries are so serious that even I, a professional doctor, can't handle them. You don't know anything about medicine, how can you save him?"

"Uh...... I really don't know how to do medicine. Smiling awkwardly, Morse handed the sword back to the captain, "But I can save him." Is this young man still breathing, Enis?"

"It's faint, but it's still there. Checking his nose and heartbeat again, Ennis said slowly: "His heart rate is getting slower and slower, his body's hypothermia is getting worse and worse, and his neck has begun to be cold. If you continue to go into shock like this, you will die in less than 20 minutes. ”

"As long as you're not dead, you should be fine......" Gritting his teeth, Morse reached into his waist and pulled out a small glass bottle. Looking at the pale Vicor, he said in a rough voice, "Help me pull out that machete, Enis." Otherwise, there is no way to treat it. ”

"Are you crazy?" glared at him, and the doctor straightened up: "You didn't understand what I said, did you? Once you pull out this machete, your chest will immediately bleed from the second trauma! That would be no different from killing him, and you still said that you want to pull out the knife for treatment?"

"Ennis, I know all of what you're talking about. Shaking his head, Morse explained anxiously, "That's where the fatal wound is, isn't it? The moment he pulls out the machete and causes massive bleeding, he won't die immediately." In just a few moments, I can use this thing to stop the bleeding quickly and treat the wound......"

"What is that?" Frowning, Ennis stared at the vial in the blacksmith's hand, "A potion to stop bleeding? I didn't even know you could get your hands on it." Could it be the alchemy of the land of the warm sun?"

Looking at the bright red hue reflected through the candlelight in the bottle, Deno suddenly realized and exclaimed excitedly: "This is ...... Aya's blood?Morse, isn't it Aya's blood?!"

"Huh?" Obviously stunned for a moment, Morse nodded with a wry smile: "That's right, it's Aya Blood...... I gave Lusa a pair of Snow Eagle gloves as a gift in return. ”

"Snow Eagle...... Gloves?" Repeating the word sluggishly, the captain's face suddenly became a little sad, and he immediately returned to normal. This inconspicuous change of demeanor was reflected in Denor's eyes, and the conjecture in the adjutant's heart was reflected: sure enough, the pair of Snow Eagle gloves that Lusa was wearing were originally ordered by the captain from Morse to give to Namedia as a token of love.

Since Aya had just finished their work, Aya had been killed, so Eders didn't have time to give them away, and naturally canceled the order - he just had to think of the owner who was supposed to have the gloves. Because Aya's little girl's hands were so small, the expensive Snow Eagle gloves couldn't be sold. Morse kept them until fifteen years later, when he met Lusa.

Luckily, Lusha doesn't usually wear gloves in the Snow Castle...... Thinking about the captain's expression when he saw it being worn by another Aya all day, Deerno was unconsciously a little dazed. As his mind coalesced on the note again, Deenor felt more and more uneasy: the more he thought about it, the more strange and unnatural he felt, was it really just thinking too much?

The instinct always made the lieutenant feel that the corruptor might not be a spy. The jailer must have been hiding something, at least the truth about Vicor's imprisonment in the dungeon - if the blood of Aya could save the sentinel, he would have to be asked in detail what had happened.

Just as he was in a daze with thoughts, the sound of the machete pulling out his chest suddenly struck. Thoughts were drawn back to the real world for a moment, and Deerno hurriedly raised his head to look at the scene in front of him: Ennis was carrying a blood-stained machete in his left hand, and he and Captain Eders were squeezing the sentry's chest with all their might. The blood that almost gathered into a column of blood continued to gush out, and the blood foam splattered everywhere and spilled the two of them. Rushing forward to help, the adjutant was knocked away by Morse, who was hurrying forward, and almost fell.

Striding in front of Vicol, the blacksmith pulled the cork and threw him to the ground. As if hesitating for a moment, he poured the liquid from the bottle onto the blood hole. Everyone present stared at the wounds with wide eyes and nervous expressions, expecting them to exert their legendary healing powers.

The moment Aya's blood was lifted into the blood hole, the shocking penetrating wound miraculously stopped gushing blood. The massive wound shrank rapidly and healed completely within seconds. Looking at the face that was gradually regaining its blood, the adjutant approached Vicol in shock and looked at his chest up close: the new flesh had grown back, and it looked more perfect than before it was broken, like a baby's skin.

"The breathing and heartbeat are steady. Checking his snort and pulse, Ennis looked up in astonishment: "It's unbelievable...... I had heard of the medical effects of Aiya blood for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. ”

"I heard from the merchants of Beihaiwang Pier that this vial of Aiya blood is sold at the lowest price of 30 euros in the world, even if there is Aiya surviving. In our thirteenth world, we don't even think about buying it. With a wry smile, Eders took off his bloodstained coat and threw it aside: "Everyone knows that drinking it will be addictive, but there is still such a statement that I don't know if it's true or not-after being healed by it, I can't be treated by it for about a month." ”

"It's true, I learned it in alchemy classes before. It's about forty days or so, and the body will be immune to it. Looking a little dazed, De Nor took over the conversation: "Captain, the Thirteenth World can buy them." There's a nether pass on the continent of Nafrea, where merchants sell Aya's blood...... Such a small bottle is about 120 euros. ”

"Huh, so valuable?" Morse was momentarily disappointed, and then showed a worried expression again: "Once they leave the Permafrost, Lusa and the others will have to be hunted down like they have been in the past five years......"

"That's for sure, right? something that's too valuable will definitely be stared at all the time. But with those two men with them, nothing should have happened. Sighing, Edus's expression was a little dazed. Realizing that the captain was missing Namediaa again, Deleno hurriedly changed the subject: "Don't talk about this...... Dr. Enis, how long will he wake up? We still have something to ask him. ”

"In this way, it will be about six o'clock for dinner. Pointing to the nearly five o'clock above his head, Ennis seemed a little depressed - perhaps the healing power of Aiya's blood had taken a toll on his pride as a physician.

Is that so...... Pinching the note in his pocket, Deerno took a deep breath, approached Eders and said, "Captain, I have something to show you." ”