Biloch City is a small city in the territory of the Molovingian Kingdom, only 80 kilometers away from the royal capital Habsburg, this city is small but not famous--------- the doctors in the city are famous, it is said that hundreds of years ago, the suzerainty of the Molovingian Kingdom-------- the great physician of the St. John Empire had lived in seclusion here, and then, this little-known small city gradually became the medical holy place of the entire Morowingian Kingdom. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The city of Biloch was not heavily guarded, and a few days ago, Marven passed through the city gate smoothly in the midst of a group of vendors. However, the doctor in Billoch City doesn't seem to be very easy to please.

The rain continued for several days without stopping at all, the dilapidated shacks were filled with a damp musty smell, the roofs were leaking in many places, and the old buckets used to catch the rain were already full, and the rain overflowed, forming a large puddle on the uneven ground. Aite struggled to prop himself up with his arms, and he tried to drain the bucket of water, but as soon as he got up, his head felt dizzy, and he rolled straight down from the makeshift hospital bed with a broken cart.

Aite reached for the edge of the bed with his left hand, trying to get back up or at least get back to bed. His pale left hand was on the edge of the bed, trembling violently but unable to exert any strength. In the end, Aite had to give up his futile attempt, and simply lay on the ground and let the water splash on his face.

He took a slow breath and stared out of the window blankly, the gray and gloomy sky making him feel deeply cold and helpless. He smiled wryly, thinking back that it had been a long time since he had seen a clear sky. Yes, in fact, since he was captured by Francis, he has been living in a gloomy basement and in a mine, and the bright and clear sky seems to be a distant memory.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and Aite felt his internal organs completely shattered, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and in the haze, he felt as if he was still in that nightmarish battlefield.

The sounds of brutal fighting, miserable shouts, and desperate moans were heard all around. It was as if he had seen his brothers again, and they resisted desperately, only to collapse one by one in a pool of blood.

Aite desperately rushed over to save them, but he found that he was powerless to move, he roared angrily, unwillingness, hatred and anger filled his brain, and at the moment he just wanted to rush over and tear the enemy to pieces.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him gradually blurred again, and he found himself in the damp and dim mine again, and in the dim light of the fire flashed a figure, the faces of those people were not very clear, but he could feel that everyone was awe-inspiring and determined. At this moment, he heard a voice shouting—it was his own, impassioned and passionate, firm and powerful.

"Brothers, more than two years ago, a group of thugs arrested us all over the place, locked us up in this dark place, for two years they forced us to do heavy labor day and night, just last month, thirty of us, a whole thirty brothers were tortured to death by them, when we asked them for justice, they told us that the Xia people are an inferior people without faith, our lives are worthless, and we only deserve to die here alone!"

Speaking of this, the tone of the voice was extremely sad and indignant, and the crowd was excited, and Aite also felt that his blood was surging upward. After a few moments, the voice of generosity and grief sounded again, and although he was in a dream, Aite could still clearly hear the sonorous cry from the depths of his heart.

"Whether to be a slave here for the rest of your life, to live in humiliation, or to rise up and fight to regain the freedom that should belong to us, the weapons in your hands have given a clear answer, everyone has death, everyone has the right to live under the clear blue sky......!

"Freedom...... Freely....... The crowd kept repeating the simple noun. Three drunken overseers were awakened and walked in with whips and machetes, only to be stunned by what they saw......

"Freedom... Freedom!" The long-suppressed anger erupted in an instant, tearing the oncoming repressors to shreds......

"Freedom...... Freedom!!" The cry of freedom shattered the shackles, broke through the cage, and finally galloped under the vast blue sky......

"Aite...... Aite, brother, it's okay, it's okay, you're free!" Marven rushed back and found Aite lying on the water-filled ground, crying out for freedom incessantly.

Aite slowly woke up and crawled onto the hospital bed with great difficulty with Marven's one-handed support.

"You know what, Marven, I'm dreaming of them again......" Aite gasped. "Hmm. Marven lifted the bucket of rainwater with his right hand and poured it out the door, his left shoulder still wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, and his injuries did not improve after days of hard work.

After being silent for I don't know how long, Marven said apologetically: "Aite, I have looked for those clinics and pharmacies before, they are either closed or too busy, you hold on a little longer, I will go to the door in the early hours of tomorrow morning and wait for them......"

Aite silently closed his eyes, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, Marven, it's useless, I know the power of this sword, good guy, that guy may be a paladin...... I'm lucky to have made it this far. His gaze moved to Marven's left shoulder, "Brother, you don't care about me, let's find a merchant to exchange some herbs, your wound is very deep, beware of infection, cough...... Ahem...... "After saying that, there was another violent cough.

"But......" Marven subconsciously clenched his fists, "but you finally got free!"

Aite closed his eyes slightly, was silent for a moment, and took a deep breath, "I've been freed, haven't I, although I may have lived longer in the mine, but compared to that kind of livestock, my freedom is ...... even if it is short-lived It's much better!!" He touched a small shovel beside him--------- which had been his first weapon, and he had been with him since he escaped, "Besides...... Everyone dies, at least, I can die like a real man, oh...... Let me think, did I kill six of them, or seven......? I don't have many regrets anyway......"

There was silence again.

Aite suddenly opened his eyes, and his trembling hands tightly grasped Marven's right arm, "Ma...... Marven, you ...... You are our only hope...... I have one more thing to ...... Please!"

Marven immediately squatted down and clenched Aite's hand, "No problem, brother, I promise you, I will do it!"

Aite took out a copper coin from his old and wide pocket, on which was engraved a monstrous dragon, and on the reverse was a galloping horse.

"This is ?......," Marven saw him tremble and hand this to himself.

Aite let out a long sigh, "Marven, have you thought about it, why did we encounter this...... ...... such doom?"

Marven was stunned for a moment, the tragic situation of his companions when they died came to his mind, young lives, they should have enjoyed the best time of their lives, but cruel bad luck took away everything from them.

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth: "Strength, we lack enough strength, don't we?"

Aite's eyes stared at the sky that was still lightning and thunder, and he drank a few sips of the potion that Marven didn't know where he got it, "Mortals have one death, mortals are not afraid of death, but the strength of mortals is limited after all, even the strong people of the continent have to succumb to the fate of being powerful......" The potion brought by Marven still worked, although the body was still weak, but the cough had been significantly relieved. "The fate of all of us is decided by the gods, you look at those Morowingians, they are free to live under the clear sky because they are protected by the god of light, only faith can help us avoid bad luck, Marven, promise me...... Take that copper coin with you...... Go to the Marne Confederation in the East...... to find our ...... Faith!"

"I promise you, you can rest first. Marven put the coin on his chest, "I won't let people like us be saddled with heresy again." ”

It was still raining heavily, Marven opened the door and strode out, "I'll find a way to save you, absolutely!" he kept silently thinking in his heart.