The carriage that carried everyone out of danger took advantage of the darkness in the middle of the night and drove quickly through one street after another. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Ekor temporarily placed the wounded elf on the side of the carriage, and then worked with Lusman, who was already waiting in the carriage, to flip up the canvas canopy on the side of the carriage, and the newly built canopy was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, and it was only then that Ekor realized that the elf seemed to be injured more than she thought.

He subconsciously touched the shoulder that had been propped up under the elf's armpit, and found that half of his clothes were already wet. Luthman, who was also choked by the smell of blood, raised the lantern on the car towards the elf, only to see that his back was almost soaked with blood, and the white coat that originally belonged to Eko was covered with a piercing blood red.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on with this man?"

With a pale face, Lusman hung the lantern on the hook at the top of the canopy, and the lantern swirled like a pendulum in the swaying of the carriage, shining on the blood stains left by the elf.

"We can't just go back to the hotel. Eko reached out and pressed the wound on the back of the elf's shoulder, which he judged to be the part of the blade, but the whole wound was too long, and his blood was still draining.

"He's not been wounded yet, and now he's half dead. Lusman was a little at a loss.

"Is there any place in the city where he can be treated?" asked Ekor hurriedly.

"Look, look, remember how Alex warned you, he's a troublesome assassin, and you should be thankful that he didn't reach out with a knife and cut your neck while you were dozing. ”

"Where are we going? guide!"

Ekor spoke in a heavy tone at Lusman, and the eyebrows on his forehead were twitched together in anxiety and unhappiness.

"Where? Where? By the way, the library. ”

"Library?"

In his frustration, Lusman found the linen that had been used as a substitute for bandages. He handed the stack of linen to Eko, and then turned to the front seat of the carriage and shouted, "Ora, remember where the library is?

A moment later, there was a muffled sound of Aura banging on the canopy at the front of the carriage. Immediately after that, the car turned onto one side of the mountain road and began to go up the slope. The weedy dirt road made the carriage bump even more, and Eco not only became more and more worried about the elf's condition, but it didn't take long for the cart to come to a slow stop, and Ora, who had her horse tied, soon came to the back of the car and stretched out her arm to Eko, motioning for her to catch the elf.

Ekor looked at Ola's serious expression, and with some apologies, he hooked one of the elves' arms to the girl's shoulder, and he himself hurriedly jumped out of the carriage to support the left half of the elf's body from the other side, and then looked up to see where he was. The moonlight was shining on the building in front of me, which resembled a monastery and was flanked by a three-story outer tower with a hollowed-out bell tower at the top.

Ekor turned her head to look behind her, the whole trail seemed to have come to an abrupt end here, it seemed that there was nothing else on the mountainside but a "library", and it was a good place if they were only looking for seclusion, but the problem was that they needed more than seclusion now.

As if infected by Ekko's anxiety, the elderly guide slammed the main entrance of the library with an age-appropriate force, only to hear him shout "Old fellow!

In a few moments, the house responded with a series of complaints and collisions. As a beam of light shone through the crack in the door, a head with very wrinkled skin and a bird's nest head poked out.

"Lusman?"

As soon as the man known as Egger said a word, the whole person was pushed three steps into the house by Lusman, who suddenly broke in.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Iger screamed, and he snorted suddenly, "Where did the smell of blood come from? God, you killed someone?"

"No, we have someone here who is injured!"

Lusman reached out and grabbed Egger as he tried to return to the door. Reaching the head of the bird's nest on Lusman's shoulder, he couldn't help but cover his eyes when he saw Eko and Ora helping a bloodied elf into the room.

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!"

Iger jumped to his feet when he heard Lusman slam the door and lead the men to carry the angry elf straight into the room. Unfortunately, his reaction was still a beat slower, and the badly injured elf had already been carried into the side bed on the second floor.

"No, no, no, you can't do that! This is a library, not a slaughterhouse, not a morgue...... Oh, no!"

Seeing that his possessions were inevitably stained with blood, Egg scratched his head in despair, and his hair, which had been as messy as a bird's nest, was now shapeless.

"Alright, my friend. Lusman rubbed his hands a little flatteringly.

"I don't have any friends like you!"

"Well, Egger, this injured elf has a special status, and you can tell that his situation is quite urgent. ”

"The library is for people to read books quietly, and people with emergencies never come to the library, especially not in the middle of the night!"

Iger pointed at Luthman's nose and raised his voice, and with that, he left the room in a rage.

Ekor glanced at Luthman, whose face was full of innocence, and then turned her gaze to the elf. At this time, the elven fellow was as weak as a bird with folded wings, and he lay motionless on his stomach, completely unalert as an assassin, but it was this seemingly harmless elf who had taken advantage of his defenselessness to take advantage of his own defenselessness to slam at the back of his neck. Whether or not something like this is possible to target a lifesaver in Elada, the answer is absolutely no.

Ekau, who was about to reach out to rub his forehead, sighed sadly at the sight of the blood stained on his hands, he realized that he had completely miscalculated the situation at Dstaing, and now, he was still helpless against the elf's injuries. In fact, he only had some fingering to bandage and press the wound, and the elf in front of him probably needed more than just stitches for the wound.

Echo was comforted by the fact that at least one of them knew what to do. Ola quickly removed the bloodstained coat from the elf, and began to carefully peel off the underwear that was stuck to the elf's back. However, this girl, who usually rarely shows her emotions, also frowned now. The tools she had at hand were terrible, barely useful for a dagger, a pair of scissors, and a sewing kit to mend her clothes.

At this moment, the voices of Luthman and Iger sounded at the door again.

"Remember! You owe me again!"

Iger muttered to Luthman with a medicine box in his arms.

Lusman spread his hands.

"You're doing this for your own good, or this place will really become a morgue. ”

As soon as Luesman's words were finished, Iger took out a pair of medical scissors from his medicine box and waved it at him menacingly, and then the little old man miraculously pulled out a stack of tools such as sheep intestines and tweezers, and roasted the instruments that were to be used in the lamp, and then trotted over with a tray containing them. As he passed Ekko's side, Egg paused slightly to look at Ekko.

"Elves?"

"Ekor Siddle, from Elada. Ekor nodded slightly at Egg.

"Oh, welcome to d'Estaing. Call me Egger, but it's a pity that the city isn't very elve-friendly. Iger shrugged.

"I know. Ekor replied, and he looked back again at the elf's condition, but was frozen by the sight that suddenly appeared before him.

Echo watched as Aura removed a large piece of blood-soaked cloth from the elf's back, but what shocked Echo was not the stab wound that was deep into the bones, but a large pattern that seemed to be soaked in blood.

Ekor closed his eyes in disbelief, and when he opened them again, the sight in his eyes became even more astonishing. The patterns that appear on the back of the elves are so incomplex that they can hardly be described in words, each part of the pattern seems to have its own connotation, but any one of them, a stroke, a stroke, or even a point belongs to a larger whole, and they are entangled but not messy.

When Ekor looked at this picture, he even faintly felt as if he heard a voice saying, "This is a story that shows the beginning, and this is also a chapter that has not yet appeared in the bloodline of all beings, and now it has 'come'......"

On Ekko's side, Egger couldn't help but reach out and touch the elf's back, his bloodstained fingers magically causing the entire area of blood to change in depth.

"It's a notch from magic, and I'm sure it's only snaking in the blood-soaked parts. Who is this man?"

Iger asked the crowd back. He waited in place for a few seconds, and all around him was so quiet that he could hear pins dropping. Iger simply turned around and gently propped up the elf's head with his hand, he looked at the elf's face for a moment, and then said in a rather affirmative tone, "He's an assassin." ”

"Do you know him?" Lusman was taken aback again.

Egg shook his head slightly. He motioned for Aura to come over and give him a hand, and then said as he stitched up the elf's wound, "Many years have passed, and this man's appearance hasn't changed much. Probably seven or eight years ago, he got a great title......" Iger said a little vaguely.

Echo recalls that seven or eight years ago he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, a student who was always in the company of books, and the elf seemed to be about the same age as him.

"What is the title?" asked Ekko.

"Great evil. ”