"Well, I don't really want to kill you," Little Spoon looked down, pinching his glass, "but if the Assassin deliberately didn't complete his mission...... There will be severe punishments. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info can't even be an assassin in the future. ”

Kevin was silent for a moment, and could only say, "I don't quite know what kind of structure is inside the assassins. But I believe that the mission of assassinating me must be the lowest level. It is also the most insignificant task. ”

There was another silence, and the little spoon was clearly in a quandary. Kevin didn't dare to speak at this time, he was worried that his words would be soft, and he had a feeling of begging for mercy, so he lowered his style. I'm also worried that once I say it hard, I will annoy her and stab her to death.

The editor on the side was still holding his thigh in pain, Kevin couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, brought water from the ground over there, tore Staat's pants on the side of his thigh, and then tied it with a towel to stop the bleeding first. Although not more than professional, at least there are no common sense mistakes. The little spoon just sat and watched, not knowing what to do.

"Are you alright?" Kevin asked Start, who was already sweating.

Start just glanced at him blankly, and whispered, "Why was I stabbed for the sake of the Assassin Guild Master's eating?"

"Alas!" Kevin didn't know how to answer, but said, "It's okay." Seeing that his hands were covered in blood, he washed his hands in the washbasin.

After a while, the wash is finished. Kevin sat back in his place, and the three of them were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Forget it," Spoon finally stood up and put away her dagger, "Let's be honest, I was meant to kill." Well, maybe my father's order this time is really a bit problematic, so let's forget about it for now. ”

"Your father?" Kevin was stunned, "Are the Assassins family-based?"

"Leave this alone," Spoon waved his hand, "but even if I abandon the mission, other Assassins will soon take over." So you two can't escape...... Well...... In general, this is the case. ”

The two were silent, waiting for her to continue.

"However, both the Assassin Guild and the Kingdom Army are under the direct jurisdiction of the King, and there is no conflict between the two. In the past, when the target of the assassination escaped into the army, we in the Assassin Guild abandoned our mission. In the end, it seems to be ...... Anyway, I don't know the specific situation," Little Spoon scratched his ears and cheeks and said a lot, and finally summed it up, "To put it simply, if you want to escape completely, joining the army is a good choice." ”

"Oh. Both nodded, both deliberating.

"Okay, that's all I can help," Little Spoon pulled out a few pieces of manuscript paper from the small bag at his waist, "Mr. Author, this is the draft you left behind in Sams Hill Village, and I brought it for you." ”

"Oh, thank you so much. Kevin hurriedly took it with both hands.

"No thanks, I originally planned to put you next to you and bury you after the assassination. Little Spoon replied.

Kevin: "......"

"Okay, so be it. I'm glad to know you, and I apologize for stabbing you, Mr. Editor," the little spoon bowed slightly to the editor.

At this time, even if the editor is unhappy, he has to say with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm thick, hahaha!"

"Are you planning to join the army?" asked Little Spoon.

Kevin and Stadt looked at each other, but Kevin replied: "It's not bad to join the army, serve the country." I remember that there was a recruitment event in June, and the registration seems to have started recently. Start nodded stiffly.

"Then when you join the army, I'll go back to my life," Little Spoon nodded, "I'm leaving, remember not to tell anyone about it!

"I know, we know. Kevin nodded repeatedly.

The little spoon took one last look at them, and went out with his head bowed, and the figure flickered and disappeared. The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Start endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help it: "It hurts, it hurts!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's finally gone. Kevin also wiped a handful of sweat, "I'll help you treat the wound urgently first, it looks like it shouldn't be poisonous, it's not a big problem." ”

"Call my servant!" Stadt apparently didn't believe Kevin, "Butler! Butler! ”

The housekeeper finally heard the wind, pushed the door and looked at it, and was immediately stunned: "Man...... Baron, you ...... You ......"

"Quick! prepare me a carriage and take me to the Church of Light!" Statt looked a little weak, after all, he did have a lot of blood left.

"Wait!" Kevin waved his hand, "Call a few more servants by the way!Prepare me water, towels, egg yolks, rose oil and turpentine, and fine needles and threads!

"Oh! good!" the butler nodded and ran out of the house, regardless of who ordered it, and in a moment there was a commotion outside the house. Apparently the servants were awakened.

Baron Stadt squinted at Kevin on the ground: "The servant who commanded me is quite skillful. ”

"The Church of Light is still at least half a day away from here, and if your wounds are not treated, I am afraid that it will be even more serious at that time! Once infected, the problem will be troublesome. Kevin replied.

"Deal with it?" Baron Stadt's face changed slightly, and his breathing was already short. The emergency treatment commonly considered in mainland China is to burn the wound with a red-hot iron. In the absence of the Light Priest, most people have an inexplicable worship of fire, and some even insist that injuries that can't even be healed by fire are basically inextricably governed. But the pain can be imagined.

"My father left behind a copy of the Interpretation of Wounds, in which he refuted the crude treatment of hot fire. He was helped by an old doctor and left a way of smearing the wound with egg yolks, rose oil, and turpentine. "Kevin has a bra.

At this time, the three servants had already come in with things, Kevin Marley took a towel of water, cleaned the wound again, and the egg was stirred rapidly, and he didn't stop in his mouth: "When I traveled to the country of Noklia, there was a military conflict going on there, and I used this method to treat 24 wounded soldiers. I'm sure there won't be any problems. ”

After another moment, Kevin took out another needle and thread, soaked it directly in the high-grade whiskey brought by the servant, and then carefully stitched up Start's wound. Start felt a tingling pain, watching the needle and thread run through the flesh, and felt a chill for a while: "Is it really okay?"

"No problem, all 24 soldiers I've treated are alive!" Kevin replied as he worked. The servants on the side were also terrified and did not dare to speak.

"Lord Baron," the butler finally hurried in, "the carriage is ready!"

"Good!" Kevin replied directly, "Wait a minute!"

"En. The butler nodded repeatedly.

Stadt: "......"

After a few moments, Kevin finished stitching, took out a clean towel, poured a bottle of high whiskey on it, and then quickly bandaged the wound. He is skilled, and he does seem to be a veteran, which makes Statt slightly relieved.

"Alright, carry him into the carriage! Be careful!" Kevin finally got up and waved at the servant. Several male servants immediately stepped forward, and although Start was fat and heavy, fortunately there were enough servants.

Kevin himself got into the carriage and galloped towards the Church of Light. There were no pedestrians on the road at night, and the speed was fast, but by the time we arrived, it was close to dawn.

Kevin ordered the servant to come forward and knock on the door, and the church slowly opened the door after a half-ring. A person dressed as a nun came out a little impatiently: "It's not time for the church to open yet." ”

"I'm sorry, our baron is injured," the servant looked very anxious.

The nun looked a little impatient, but beckoned to everyone: "Then come in." ”

The male servants carried the baron out of the car again, and Kevin hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Is the priest here?" ”

The nun just looked at him in surprise and casually asked, "Where is the injury?"

Kevin was about to speak, but the servant on the side had already replied first: "Lord Baron has cut a long cut in his leg!"

"Oh, that's a knife wound, it's not a big deal, I'll just get it for you. The nun walked over and looked, "Who bandaged this?"

All the servants looked at Kevin, but Kevin was silent.

"Carry it in!" the nun waved her hand, "don't mess around in the future, leave the injury to us in the Church of Light." You know what?"

"Yes," the crowd nodded, and no one would argue with her at this time.

The valets carried Stat to a table, and the nun took out a silver cup, filled with water, and said something in her mouth, and for a moment the water glowed softly white. Then the nun untied the towel on Staat's lap, and saw a pile of slimy things inside, and another smell of wine, and couldn't help frowning: "Who got this?"

Everyone looked at Kevin again, but Kevin still didn't admit it, and just stood there and pretended to be stupid.

"Remember, you wretched people, that only holy water can wash your wounds. You don't understand!" the nun educates.

"Yes, yes," the crowd nodded yes without nonsense.

The nun brought a towel, wiped it haphazardly, and touched the stitches, but did not move. Then the holy water slowly poured on the wound, and Stat suddenly felt a chill in his thighs. I already heard the nun speak: "5 gold coins of holy water at a time, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, you can basically be cured." Of course, if you don't come, you can wash it with water every day, and after half a month, you will grow better. ”

"Okay, thank you, nun. Everyone nodded in thanks. It was only at this point that Starter finally breathed a sigh of relief and ordered everyone to carry him back.

On the way, Start lay in the shaking carriage, looking at the roof of the carriage in a daze, for him, everything was still unacceptable. Yesterday he was his editor, but the next moment he was going to be a soldier, and he was stabbed in vain.

"The Church of Light is a pit!" Kevin shook his head on the side, "The clear water in the silver cup, just release a cleansing technique, that is, 'holy water', alas!"

"But you have to admit their efficacy," Stadt replied, "at least better than your eggs." ”

"Actually, I agreed to come to the Church of Light because I wanted the priest to directly perform the Light Restoration Technique, so that you would basically be cured the next day. I was trying to make the injury worse and force the priest out, but your servant's mouth is quick," Kevin shook his head, "I wasn't going to let her remove the towel again, otherwise why would I have to bandage it?"

"Forget it, so be it. Start sighed.

"The Church of Light has been trying to monopolize the pharmaceutical industry, and many simple and effective treatments have been discovered, but they have denied it. That's why most people on the mainland still insist that they should be burned if they are injured, or that they must find a priest," Kevin shook his head, "They have indeed treated countless wounded, but they are very reluctant to other people who have the ability to treat the wounded. In the final analysis, it is just to ensure their social status. ”

"Did you see it thoroughly?" Statt glanced at him, "When you talk to that female assassin, you can remember a bunch of events from years ago?

"Of course not," Kevin smiled, "I'm a bard, and I'm eating this bowl of rice." To tell the truth, the most upper-sided person is the issue of territorial disputes, but this issue is a bit sensitive, and I don't know which camp she is in, so it's not convenient to talk nonsense. ”

"You're pretty good at fooling. Start snorted.

"It's a fool," Kevin admits frankly, "and every move of the superior can be considered from many angles, and it can be said that he is right or wrong." It's also a shame that this female assassin is young and can fool around. But then again, I don't think the two of us deserve to die, and it's really out of the demeanor of the Assassin Guild to kill people just because we write about eating shit. Back then, some people scolded Emperor Lane, but he just became a pig's head. ”

The carriage finally stopped again, and the butler's voice sounded outside: "Lord Baron, we have arrived." ”

"Carry me down. Statt spoke.

Kevin himself had already come down first: "I'm almost going back to the room first, you can rest first! ”

Start nodded, and the servants on the side looked surprised, but they didn't ask much.