The road back to the royal capital was unusually smooth. The city of Airy was full of chickens and dogs, and the ministers and magistrates had not heard from them for several days, and some people said that there was a large group of bandits nearby, and others said that there was a group of pagans who were eating people. So there were rich and noble families and caravans everywhere to recruit bodyguards to escort them, and Asa returned with a caravan to the royal capital.

Standing in front of the big house again, Asa breathed a sigh of relief, and several times thought he would never come back. When he pushed open the two wooden doors and listened to the two familiar 'squeaks', he actually felt like home. He unconsciously shouted, "I'm back!"

"Come back, come back, what's the big deal. Sandru heard the sound and walked out of the hut inside. He was still the same old man, still the same dirty robe that he couldn't see the color, still his beard and hair mixed with the silk threads on the corners of the robe, burying his face almost completely in it, still looking so good with the corpses and organs around him.

Despite Sandru's words, Asa could still see a slight smile in his eyes. If this is a bit of a home away from home, then this old man has a mixture of family, friends and elders. "Your absenteeism for no reason made me suddenly tired from work, but I have to compensate. ”

Asa asked, "What if the leaves of the World Tree you mentioned are used to heal injuries?"

Sandru looked him up and down with disapproving and skeptical eyes, and said nonchalantly. "Did you get it? Did you buy it at a street stall?"

Asa proudly took out the World Tree leaf from his bosom and placed it on the table in front of Sandru.

Sandru froze.

Most of his face was covered by a mixture of beard and hair, and he didn't know what his expression was, except for two black and white eyes staring at the leaves of the World Tree, as if infected by the greenness of the leaves, exuding a strange but unbelievable look.

Sandru stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the leaves of the World Tree with a very slight gesture as if he were afraid of being offended. His pale hands seemed to be given some life under the green of the leaves.

Sandru stared at the leaves, his white and withered fingers caressing the leaves, as gentle as a young man in love touching his lover's skin. "How did you get it?" his voice trembled.

"I got it like that. Asa replied lightly. I felt a little proud in my heart.

Sandru still looked at it in a daze, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "You want to use this thing to save people?"

Asa nodded.

"Someone to save what?"

"Save the person I want to save. Asa couldn't explain the cause and effect, so he replied with a nonsense.

"Woman?" Sandru keenly noticed. Asa nodded.

Sandru sighed, shook his head and said, "You actually used this thing to save a woman, why don't you just chop yourself up and feed it to the pigs." He frowned and stared at Asa, "Do you know what this thing is?"

"Leaf of the World Tree. Didn't you tell me? I think I've heard it's a fetish or something. ”

Sandru turned his head to look at the leaves and said slowly, "Do you know how powerful this thing is, and what it can be used for? It took ten years to find the clue, and another ten years to find a way to get it, but it never got it. He sighed and shook his head. "I didn't expect that now I don't think about it at all, and it comes to me on its own. ”

Hey, here's what I got. Asa wanted to warn him, but seeing that he was so engaged, he was too embarrassed to interrupt.

"If I had gotten it more than twenty years earlier...... Sandru was completely immersed in the emotion of thinking about the majestic and heroic back then, and his eyes burst with a look that did not match his age, and he was full of pride. "I'll ......," he frowned heroically, as if he had really returned to the old days.

But gradually, his flickering eyes fell silent in the chaos, and finally returned to dazed powerlessness, and said indistinctly with a sigh: "I will also take it to save a woman." ”

He threw the leaf back to Assa, shook his head in rejectance, and said, "Take the woman who saved you." ”

Asa picked up the leaf, shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "Not my woman." ”

"It's not your woman, why are you going to save it, your head is full of?" for some reason, Sandru seemed to be a little angry by the remembrance just now.

Asa hurriedly stuffed the leaf into his bosom, felt that he was a little strange, thought about it, and said, "If you don't need a leaf, I'll only cut it in half, and give you the rest..."

"It's useless when it's chopped. You just let her eat it whole. Sandru regained the weariness and apathy of an old man, and turned back to face a corpse. Asa looked at him a little strange, and wanted to ask but didn't know what to say. Turning and walking towards the gate, he would now go to the Duke's Palace.

"Wait. Sandru suddenly shouted to him from behind: "Don't panic. You give me back that book. What do you take away? That's a very important thing. I was worried about the book all this time, and I said what if you don't come back or lose it. ”

Asa paused, turned around, and said embarrassedly, "I lent it to someone else." ”

"Lent it to someone else?" Sandru seemed to be more stimulated than when he had seen the leaves of the World Tree just now. He had just been holding back, but now he jumped up as if he had been stabbed in the ass, and rushed to Asa in a few steps and grabbed him by the collar. Asa realized that the old man's movements were really sensitive.

Sandru's eyes widened as if they were about to fall out, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know what it is, and who did you lend it to?"

"It's the Duke's daughter.... She went on a trip outside and said that she watched and played on the way.... That book of yours was thrown behind a bookcase, I didn't think it was anything important. For the first time, Asa was a little overwhelmed to see Sandru so excited.

"Woman! I knew it was a woman again! Go and chase me back, go, go, go. Sandru was so angry that he shoved Asa out the door and poked him on the head with his hand. "Tell you, no matter how young and vigorous you are, you have to use the above head to think about things, don't be a woman all day long. ”

Asa didn't understand what he was saying, so he ran towards the Duke's palace and said, "I'll go and ask her where she is.....

The subordinates of the Duke's Mansion were of very high quality, and even when they saw his inconspicuous dress, they did not embarrass him at all, and quickly helped him report.

When he came out and saw that it was him, the Duke immediately smiled very gently, as if he had seen an old friend whom he had not seen for many years. Although Clauvis's expression next to him did not change much, his face was a little cold.

Asa said that he had brought medicine that could treat Xiao Yi, but the Duke did not show much reaction. During this time, he had searched for all the doctors and priests he could find, and his daughter's injuries had not improved in the slightest, but had worsened over time. He had long since lost hope.

At Asa's insistent request, the Duke still took him to Xiao Yi's bedside.

If it weren't for the duke personally bringing him, Asa couldn't believe that it was Xiao Yi on the bed in front of him.

She was too thin to be human, and her complexion was almost indistinguishable from that of a dead person. The plump and rosy cheeks were completely sunken, and the eyes were closed, standing out against the bones of the face covered only by the skin.

"She's been in a coma almost all day since last week. Doctors and priests said she could just stop breathing at any time. The Duke's tone was heavy, and his heart was indeed heavy. This is his daughter, who grew up watching her grow from a baby in swaddling clothes to being slim day by day, and now watching her slowly die in bed.

And she is also a very important card in his hand, a card that is used to tie up with a large and powerful family, which directly affects his grand plans.

She was already unconscious like this, could she still eat that leaf of the World Tree. Asa was uneasy.

It should be fine, it's a fetish after all. Although he didn't know exactly what the 'fetish' was, he could only hope for this ambiguous concept. He took out the leaves of the World Tree in his arms, carefully pinched Xiao Yi's mouth, and stuffed the leaves into it. The Duke frowned and watched.

Thankfully, it does make a magical change in line with its title. The leaves of the World Tree slowly melted in Xiao Yi's mouth, not turning into liquid, but as if they had melted directly into her body, becoming smaller little by little, and then slowly disappearing. Xiao Yi's mouth slowly closed, and after a while, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and groaned.

Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. He had already seen Xiao Yi's face flushed with blood.

The Duke opened his mouth slightly, watching in disbelief as his daughter's face gradually became rosy, and her originally weak breathing slowly became steady. He looked at Asa and reached over to take his hand, opening his mouth to say something thankful, but the sudden surprise had surpassed his usual rational thinking, and he didn't know what to say.

Asa looked at the Duke in front of him. Now he was just an excited father, and the sheer joy made it clear that there was not the slightest scheming or anything else in it. Asa himself was originally very happy, but now he is very happy, even smiling.

Clauis stood blankly in the doorway, looking indifferently at the situation inside. His expression still didn't change, he still looked so handsome and mighty, but his face was blue. It was the opposite of the healthy rosiness on his fiancée's face and the excited blood on the duke's face.

He had never seen the Duke lose control like this.

The duke's profundity, wisdom, scheming, spicy, and unpredictability all made him admire and fear. In his mind, the Duke was first and foremost an idol, a shrine that instructed him on how to achieve success and power, and then those relationships in reality.

And now this shrine in his eyes was weakened by the obvious expression. Crowis believes that all tenderness, including happiness, is undoubtedly a sign of weakness, and even if it is expressed, it is only a means to perform on the right occasion. And now the Duke would be moved by the inferior pariahs who dared to enter the Duke's palace in such dirty and tattered clothes, and made him feel that his idol was being desecrated.

Not only that, but he also had a sense of failure. No matter how hard he tried and what he did, the Duke did not show much appreciation for him. And now in the face of this lowly garbage, the duke's face was visibly grateful. This undoubtedly shows that in the eyes of the Duke he is inferior to that inferior person. Now this clear and utter defeat has plunged him into great anger.

Suddenly, a servant came running in and reported to the duke: "There are two pastors of the church outside asking if Mr. Asa is here. ”

The Duke looked at Assa, who was stunned, "Looking for me?"

The entrance to the Duke's Palace. Two priests were standing outside the door, their clothes marked by their status, senior priests on an equal footing with the royal family. Next to it was a carriage, the white luxury of which was pulled by four white horses without a trace of stray hair.

"Is there anything the Bishop has to do with me?" asked Assa, looking at the carriage. He remembered what seemed to be the carriage of Bishop Ronis.

"Bishop Ronis has a hundred thousand urgent matters, please go, please get in the car. The priest opened the car door for Assa.

Asa looked uneasily at the spotless interior of the car and the priest pulling the door next to him, a little overwhelmed by this courtesy, and stepped into the car with trepidation.

The priest closed the door, jumped into the carriage and pulled the reins, and the four white horses neighed and pulled the carriage away. Throughout, neither priest had looked directly at the others, including the Duke.

The duke looked at the direction of the carriage, squeezed a small fold into the middle of his slender eyebrows, waved his hand and said, "Prepare the horse." ”