When several villagers saw their backbone fall to the ground, instead of one of them stepping forward to help them, they also shrank back a few steps. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is this? Why don't you pull her up?"

Diredo frowned involuntarily, he had Hawk on his back, and he couldn't spare a hand to pull Hilris, but the few people in front of him didn't have missing arms or legs, they were still pestering Hilreth a moment ago to force her to make up her mind, why did they look at her stupidly sleeping on the ground now.

I heard a villager whisper back, "She may be cursed......"

"What?"

Diredo looked puzzled. But before he could turn his mind, one of Syrris's henchmen began to curse.

"you! Silreth won't get sick!"

"But this situation is very similar to the appearance of the first attack of seasonal disease!" said one villager.

Hearing this, Diredo remembered that the curse that the villagers spoke of was actually the same as the seasonal disease—the nightingale men seemed to blame the curse of the Aura family for the diseases that plagued them. Now, they're probably linking Sirrise's sudden fainting to her illness. In other words, these guys took a step back in unison, were they afraid of a curse?

"This group of people is really realistic. ”

Di Ledo scolded in his stomach, and the follower who rushed out to scold before was even more angry. He pointed at the villagers in front of him and yelled, "Silreth broke her heart for you, and if you want to be cursed, you!"

After saying that, he impulsively shook off the arm of his companion who was supporting him, and dragged a wounded leg to Silris's side, but looking at his miserable appearance, what could he do?

A faint sigh reached Dildedo's ears at this moment, and Dildedo glanced behind his shoulder, only to see the top of Hawke's head and his clenched fist. Then, another sigh came from the ground. Silris, who had just woken up, said in a hoarse voice as she got up, "You want to know what the peregrine falcon is asking for, right? I'll tell you when I get back to the village and gather all the people." ”

"Tell these, see what the brains of these......"

"That's enough!" Cirth shouted.

"Shit. ”

It's like someone farting in a quiet, sacred auditorium, with a response that is neither loud nor emotional, and a one-word response that completes the sentence that the henchman can't utter—look what shit these shitty brains can make.

This response made many people present focus on Di Ledo's body, but everyone ignored one detail, that is, Hawk on Di Ledo's back was shaking slightly with his head buried in his head.

"These guys didn't even notice the little villain lying on my back. Diredo pouted innocently.

The word shit wasn't what he said, but he didn't bother to debunk the truth.

"I hope this little bastard Hawke doesn't get hurt in order to hold back his laughter......"

After a short interlude, the group finally returned to the nightingale village. Perhaps because of the resemblance to the appearance of Silreth when she fainted and the situation when the seasonal illness first attacked, the villagers had a worried look on their faces, and until they entered the village, they did not lend a little help to Silris. This chilling attitude made Diledo feel a little more sympathetic to Cirris. Dildedo couldn't figure out why some guys could just guess and treat their companions like a plague, and they couldn't think of something good?

"Don't blame them, it's normal to be afraid of death. After all, people are born cowardly, and not everyone can overcome their hearts. ”

This sentence reminded Dileido of his unbearable past, when he lost to his inner cowardice, leaving Amanda to escape alone, and if he was given another choice, he vowed to overcome his heart.

At this time, Diredo was in the same room as Hawke. The curse that the villagers had feared before had not descended on Silres' head. Not lucky or unlucky, Silreth fainted only because of overwork and too much pressure. Now that she was not ill, the poor woman had to continue to take up her responsibilities to return the bow and arrows, to care for her family, to attend to all kinds of chores, and, most crucially, to inform them that something important was to be announced tomorrow—to tell them the reason for the wizard's departure.

As a result, the woman forgot about Diredo as soon as she got busy, and Hawke, who was also temporarily forgotten, was also temporarily forgotten.

"I really didn't expect that the wizard mentioned by Syrith was actually from Drogris's side! This wizard can't be the one who attacked us, right? Speaking of which, how can everything that happened recently seem to have the shadow of Droglis?"

Dildeau suddenly thought of Gretel's figure again. Doesn't Gretel's presence in the middle of those fake Nightingale guys mean that Zogris is trying to stir up trouble between the Nightowl and the Nightingale Village? What the hell is Zogris doing? He used to only fight Frye outside the village!

At this moment, Hawke, who was lying on the bed, let out two snorts. Diredo reached out and touched Hawke's forehead, then frowned.

Hawke's body temperature was higher than before. In fact, as soon as he heard that the wizard who knew how to healed had abandoned the villagers, Di Ledo had a faint feeling that something was wrong, and now Hawke's injuries were really being dragged down. How can he deal with it?

Deredo reluctantly walked to the basin and stirred a wet cloth to wipe the armpits and elbow sockets for Hawk, and Hirres happened to open the curtain and saw this scene, and she asked in surprise, "Why are you still here?"

"Didn't you say last time that an outsider running around with you might be shot as an enemy and turned into a hedgehog?

"It's me...... that's wrong," Hirres smiled wryly.

"How's Hawke?"

"Pretty bad, all feverish. Dilledo sighed.

This terrible reply made Silres cover her face with her hands, and she stood silent for a few moments, as if she was confessing something.

What else could this woman regret? Of course, she regretted not listening to Wall's advice. But what would the people of the village think of her if she left Hawke on the night owl's side? They lost four lives and got nothing back? Can you accept such a senseless sacrifice in your place? Besides, Hirres didn't expect the wizard to leave suddenly.

Diredo didn't know how to comfort Silris, but another villager came running for trouble with the woman.

Silreth was called out of the house, and Dildedo heard a man through the curtain of the door, "A woman has shot an arrow with a bell at the pillar of the watchtower." ”

"Just a woman?" asked Silris.

"Not really, there were two men next to her, like a one-eyed dragon carrying a wizard on his back. ”

Diredo was stunned for a moment, listening to the stranger's description, and the figures of three people gradually appeared in his mind. The one-eyed dragon might be Cross, the wizard might be Lirizi, and the woman......

Is it really Aura coming?!