The fog obscured the moonlight at night.

There were nearly twenty injured nobles and guards lying in the hall on the first floor of Christie's Manor Villa, this winter hunt due to the large number of people, many nobles did not bring their followers, so in the face of this sudden situation, everyone was a little caught off guard, and the number of people who died in the oak forest was even more, from the outside of the manor to the villa hall, leaving blood stains all the way, and everyone hid in the manor in embarrassment.

The Christie family guards guarded the villa tightly, this manor villa was built at the beginning, it was designed with its own defense in mind, the four corners of the villa have watchtowers that are a little higher, the top of the tower is equipped with standard crossbows and fire oil, and there are also walls around the manor villa to defend against wild beasts.

Since the other party is the undead skeleton soldier and the ghost, Darcy. Christie immediately ordered the entire manor to be completely lit, and there were at least a hundred torches of pine oil all around, and although the skeleton soldiers chased them all to the edge of the oak grove and retreated, they might not be long before they returned. The attendants in the manor also took action, not only to settle the injured patients who had returned, but also to arrange other guests.

The whole villa was in a mess, Mrs. Christie was helping her niece Darcy to comfort the overly frightened guests, and some of the nobles who had come back all the way back were resting on the sofas in the hall, and everyone almost walked a few back and forth from the edge of life and death, and at the moment they were so physically and mentally exhausted that they didn't even want to speak, and put their weapons where they could reach out, and began to hurry up and rest.

With so many people dead this time, the atmosphere in the hall seemed a little dreary.

Swordsman Leonard was also sitting in the corner of the sofa area, standing his sword against the wall, and he sat there looking a little uneasy, looking at Darcy who was busy calming the crowd. Christie, it's all like she wants to talk and stops.

Miss Fanny sat across from him, much calmer than Miss Fanny compared to the flustered of Leonard's swordsman, even if she had just been targeted by a ghost in the oak woods, she was wearing a leather armor hunting suit and constantly looked at Leonard Swordsman.

Although Mrs. Christie has a great dissatisfaction with her, because she is a guest of the Christie family, she can only keep it in her heart.

If it weren't for Miss Fanny hiding behind Miss Hoyle when she was hiding from the ghost attack just now, I'm afraid that the Bird tax collector would not have had his arm cut off by the ghost, and was seriously injured and lying unconscious in the hall, just imagine that if the Bird tax officer hadn't stepped forward just now, it might be Miss Hoyle who was lying there at this time, Mrs. Christie glanced at her niece worriedly, Miss Hoyle's expression was a little wooden and stayed by the side of the Bird tax officer, it seemed that this emergency hit her very hard, Originally, I took her to participate in the winter hunt this time just to let her relax, but now it has become worse.

Carl was trying to find a way to contact the support squadron outside the guard camp city, and in this unexpected situation, the support squadron of Highland Sar City should be the first to rush to the side of Ice Lake Manor. He had just been slightly injured in the battle, and his arm was still wrapped in a bandage that showed a trace of blood, but he was in good shape, and after returning to the manor, he joined the manor defense work as soon as possible, and this positive attitude made Mrs. Christie's heart warm.

Thinking of the love of my best friend, Miss Brenda. When Baron Llewellyn died in the oak woods, Mrs. Christie had a headache, and she didn't know how to explain it to her best friend when she returned to the city of Highlandza. In the midst of the busy crowd, she saw that Karl's friend, the Knight of Surdak, was crouching beside the Bird Tax Collector, rebandaging the wounds of the Bird Tax Collector, the saber in his hand emitting a faint divine light, and under the light of the Holy Light, the wounds on the surface of the Bird Tax Collector were rapidly scabbing over the surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't wearing the priestly robes of the Lady Liberty Temple, Mrs. Christie would have thought he was a battle priest in the temple. And now, after the archbishop of the temple side refused the order of the royal family of Angel Boyd, all the people of the Grimm Empire knew that there would be no priests and priests on the temple side to participate in the plane war, and the first thing that came to Mrs. Christie's mind was that the saber in Surdak's hand might be an epic weapon with its own healing light.

In the hall on the first floor of the villa, there was more than one person who had the same idea as Mrs. Christie, and there were nearly twenty injured people who had only received simple treatment for the time being.

Luckily, it's Darcy. Christie came over in time to stop the confusion, and explained to everyone in her capacity as the owner of the manor that Surdak would treat every wounded, but that the specific situation was to give priority to the seriously injured, and that those who were not treated in time by the Surdak knights should be patient.

There is Darcy. Christie stepped in to coordinate this, and the hall on the first floor of the villa became much more orderly.

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But at this time, Surdak also became the busiest man in the manor, carrying an eye-catching shining saber in his hand and shuttling between the wounded.

The reason why the injured nobles were not carried into the guest room to rest was also to facilitate the concentration in the hall on the first floor for treatment, and the maids continuously transported hot water to facilitate the cleaning of wounds.

In today's scarcity of magical herbs, healing potions are not something that can be bought with money.

Dealing with wounds, Surdak did not do less when he was in the second squad of the 57th Heavy Infantry Regiment, he could skillfully tie a bow to the bandaged bandage with one hand, and he was even more responsible in treating the wounded in the hall, almost cured this one, and rushed to the next wounded person non-stop, fortunately, there were some friends around the injured people who were taking care of them, and many people were treating the wounds in advance, just waiting for him to rush over and use the Holy Light Technique to treat them, This saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

A nobleman was lying on the marching carpet, his face was pale from excessive blood loss, looking at the shining saber in Surdak's hand, he probably wanted to relieve the pain in his body by diverting his attention, his eyes fell on the saber in Surdak's hand that was slightly emitting holy light, and asked him:

"Knight Surdak, do you have a name for this saber?"

In the Grimm Empire, every epic weapon has a good name, such as a gold-decorated shield in the temple known as the 'Sakaram Emissary', which is said to have been an epic weapon owned by a dragon knight. In the warehouse on the top floor of the Imperial Capital Hunter Guild, there is still a heavy crossbow called 'Brisa Duo Kenan', which is called a cannon by many hunters, and can be regarded as representing the highest skill of the Grimm Empire's crossbow.

Surdak was concentrating on the wound on his leg, a wound cut by the skeleton soldier with an axe, maybe bigger if he had been a little harder. The leg bone was severed, Surdak didn't know if he would be able to walk normally in the future, and he didn't know how to suture the tendon, so he couldn't reconnect the broken tendon, so he could only use the Holy Light technique to speed up the wound healing and prevent him from losing too much blood and dying.

"Shine." Surdak replied casually.

His attention was entirely on the wounded person's wounds, and he had to concentrate on channeling the power of the Light in the nodes within his body.

"Uh...... That's a really good name. The wounded nobleman could only barely compliment.

This nobleman probably usually studied enchanted weapons, but he had never heard of any epic weapon called 'Shining', and when his eyes fell on the magic pattern on the body of the shining saber, he was also slightly stunned, and the minimalist magic pattern on the body of the knife did not look like a precious epic weapon.

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Darcy. Christie stood on the jogging platform of the stairs in the hall on the first floor with a somewhat ugly face, looking at the mess in the hall, and before she could count the number of victims, her heart couldn't help but become extremely irritable, she really wanted to hide in a quiet room at this time to calm her almost violent heart, but here in the manor, she needs to stand up and preside over the situation.

She asked the head of the manor guard, before this, there had never been an undead on the hunting ground of the Ice Lake Manor, and now that so many people died at once, I am afraid that even her father, Marquis Christie, would be implicated.

When she saw Surdak busy in the crowd, her face softened slightly, and she secretly thought in her heart: It seems that Hathaway and Beatrice are quite accurate in seeing people.

Footsteps sounded, and the butler of the manor came from the back kitchen, and this butler had been specially transferred from Christie's Castle for winter hunting activities.

He reminded Darcy. Christie's dinner has been ready for a long time, and it has been more than half a day since the noon meal, and under normal circumstances, many guests should be hungry, but at this time, everyone has fled through the oak forest, and the excitement in their bodies has not subsided, so not many people feel hungry.

And this kind of scene, I'm afraid not many people can still be in the mood to enjoy the dinner.

But from the point of view of the owner of the manor, Darcy. Christie should have invited everyone to dinner, and after some invitations, less than half of the people rushed to the restaurant to eat, and everyone was also quickly filling their stomachs with stews and white bread to recover their strength as soon as possible, and no one knew when the skeleton soldiers outside would come out.

Darcy. Christie sat at the head of the table, looking at Miss Fanny who was munching on the juicy tender steak, she sat on the chair and straightened up, elegantly cut the steak with her hands, and watched the blood oozing from the medium-rare steak. Christie thought of the wounds of the wounded in the hall, but the bloody steak did not affect Miss Fanny's appetite in the slightest, and she even quickly tore open a soft white loaf of bread and stuffed it into her mouth.

And Leonard Swordsman, who was sitting across from her, looked a little flustered, he didn't even have an appetite, he just stuffed the baked wheat cake into his mouth tastelessly, and drank some stewed broth, Darcy. Christie and Leonard Swordsman were classmates at the Bena Provincial High Sword Academy, and she still knew Leonard Swordsmen very well, and usually Leonard Swordsmen would not glance at either food.

In the beginning, Darcy. Christie just thought that Leonard Swordsman might have been frightened by this sudden incident, but just now Mrs. Christie secretly said something to her, which immediately aroused a trace of suspicion in her, and she glanced at Miss Hoyle, who had been silent, with some guilt, if she hadn't insisted on pulling her into the magic caravan, I am afraid that Hoyle should have been in the castle at this time, and she had not recovered from the ridicule of those young nobles, and she actually got involved in this matter again.

Darcy. Christie sighed softly, which she hadn't expected anyway.

"After dinner, arrange those guests who need to rest in the guest rooms to rest, and the rooms on the first floor are vacated for those who are injured, and they must be taken care of." Darcy. Christie put down the knife in her hand, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and called the butler to command.

"Yes, miss." The butler hurriedly replied cautiously.

"When will the support from the family be able to come over as soon as possible?" Darcy. Christie leaned into the butler's ear and asked him.

The butler had a few wrinkles on his forehead, and he groaned for a moment before saying, "Even if everything goes well, it will be ...... tomorrow morning."

In fact, he still hid a sentence behind him that he didn't finish: 'If it doesn't go well, I'm afraid no one will come for the time being.' ’

"That means we're going to have to get through tonight on our own...... Darcy. Christie muttered to herself.

Staring at Leonard Swordsman and Miss Fanny after eating, getting up and leaving the dining room at the same time, Darcy. Christie's brow furrowed.

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When in Christie's Castle, Leonard Swordsman and Miss Fanny's rooms could be arranged in the next door.

On the side of Ice Lake Manor, although the guest rooms are tight, the two are still divided into two separate rooms, the only thing that dissatisfies Miss Fanny is that there are at least eight rooms between the two rooms, whether Miss Fanny wants to go to Leonard's swordsman's room, or Leonard swordsman sneaks over, at least passing in front of the doors of eight rooms, obviously so far apart, stealing from the two of them privately. Romance will become more difficult.

Miss Fanny glared at the grimacing butler with some reluctance, intending to make her own request to him, but was stopped by Leonard's swordsman from behind.