"You can't go in!" a goth woman with blood on her hands stopped at the front of the tent.

Merlin glanced back at the few people behind her, "Even if death grabs one of her feet from hell, I'm going to get her back from hell." ”

If life is like a TV series, then when Merlin lifts the tent, there will be a glorious music of warriors stepping on the battlefield. It's a pity that it's not, at this moment, there is only a silent gaze and a smell of blood that is so strong that it can't be dissolved.

"What if...... If he fails today. Rommel had a hungry wolf's look in his eyes, "I'm going to kill you, you scum, scum of the Abbey." ”

Rommel stood up and rushed to Augustine, who was kneeling on the ground, his fists raining down on the priest's face. The latter closed his eyes and silently endured the relentless attack.

Leah, who lay on the fresh corduroy mat, was pale, her chestnut hair soaked in sweat tangled against her full forehead. Bright eyes seem to be able to speak, why should such a woman go through such suffering?

"Don't worry, it's okay. Merlin took Leah's soft, slightly cold hand.

"Will it survive?" said Leah's throat with an inexplicable sound.

Merlin nodded, and began the professional prenatal examination in the surprised gaze of the others.

The women's director can't deliver babies, but Mei Xiaolin is not an ordinary women's director. He has undergone rigorous special training as a director of women. Delivering babies is no stranger to him.

Leah's belly was elastic, and her swollen belly was covered with pale green veins. Merlin took out a string and began to measure the proportions of his stomach and buttocks.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief that the baby in Leah's womb wasn't too big, and it was entirely possible for her to give birth. However, the problem now is that the child's fetal position is not correct. Now the head does not fall into the pelvis. Fortunately, the amniotic fluid was not cloudy, but Merlin did not dare to be careless, if the time dragged on too long, the child would be in danger of suffocation.

"Now we're going to get hard," Merlin grabbed Leah's hand, "you're going to be a great mother." Merlin's other hand pressed against Leah's belly and began to press. All Merlin has to do now is cooperate with Leah, and the two of them work together to change the position of the child.

The candles were cut again and again, the people outside the tent waited anxiously, and the noise of the crowd outside the Ashoven Castle was completely different from here.

"I heard you lost to the Lance kid?" "The eyes above the red nose were particularly dazzling in the dim light.

"I'm just out of luck!" muttered Rommel.

"Young, luck is part of strength. You have to understand that. The smile in those wise eyes melted on his face.

Rommel nodded, and then cast a worried look into the tent. Even the greatest saint of Hippoa City is helpless, can His Highness Merlin solve it?

"Don't worry, the woman and her child will be fine. I've never seen such a confident glint in a person's eyes. St. Thomas looked at his beloved disciple beside Rommel, his eyes sharpened, "Fool, if it weren't for Merlin, your future would have been ruined this night." ”

"You'll stay with me in the future, you're no longer fit to stay here. St. Thomas sighed and turned to his feet. The noise outside the Ashfurnace reached its climax. Countless whistles were heard, and the feast seemed to be about to begin.

Beads of sweat rolled down Merlin's forehead, but he didn't have the heart to wipe them. Instead, he was allowed to roll into his eyes, and then a spicy moment appeared. "Hold on, it's going to be good right away. Merlin squeezed Leah's hand.

"There is no strength, there is no strength. Leah's voice was faint like a mosquito.

Merlin's eyes lit up, Leah had been giving birth for too long, her physical strength was huge, and she was in urgent need of nutrients now. If you have chocolate or ginseng, you can do it, but neither of these things is there here, but luckily he has something to replace it.

Like a gust of wind blowing, Merlin opened the tent and came outside, and said to Rommel: "The ninth bamboo tree at the gate of the small courtyard, with an elven short sword hanging on it, count it from the ground upwards, and the fifth section, take the liquid in the bamboo joint." ”

Rommel ran up as fast as he could, and after only two steps he found himself with his feet off the ground and gradually rising.

"Little one, you're too slow like this, I'd better take you up. The saint's voice rang out behind Rommel.

Becoming a Golden Knight gives you the ability to fly, and as one of the only three holy knights on the continent, Thomas takes a person to fly to the third floor of Ashhearth as easily as drinking water.

"Is this where Merlin's little fellow lives?" the saint pushed the courtyard away, and in the hazy moonlight, a stream reflected the moonlight, like a silver ribbon looping around the courtyard.

"Yes, this place belongs to His Highness Merlin. Rommel recalled what Merlin had just said, and looked for the bamboo grove in the courtyard.

"What a strange young man, how does it feel like an elf's living style. The saints tore off a few leaves from the vine that was wrapped around the doorway. "Merlin has elven blood, but this guy is so good-looking. The saint opened the door with a muttering to himself, as if he had entered his own home.

"This is it, isn't it?" Rommel followed the path to the bottom of a stout bamboo, and found a familiar elven dagger on it, "Section 5!"

Rommel muttered silently in his mind until the fifth verse, "What's the liquid in there?" Rommel reached out and tapped the bamboo tube, making a dull sound.

"Boy, you can't do things like this, we're going to save people now. Dissatisfied, the saint tossed Rommel aside and held out his finger. With a pop, it was inserted into the green bamboo.

When the saint's fingers were pulled out, golden liquid flowed down the hollow. The saint's hand flashed, and a goblet caught the falling golden liquid.

The rich aroma of fruit, mixed with the aroma of wine, and the fragrance of bamboo, spreads out in this dark courtyard. The saint's eyes lit up as if he had spotted a mouse, "Boy, what did your lord tell you to take?"

"How do I know, it's the first time I've seen this thing!" Rommel rolled his eyes, he had been counted enough by the old man tonight, and it was a great pleasure to see him deflated.