Inside the cabin, a centaur lay on her side on a hospital bed, a magical instrument that measures her heartbeat, connected to her wrist, and continues to make a dripping sound.

Rove sat aside and untied the white gauze that had enclosed Namelia's chest, and he noticed that instead of healing, the wound had begun to suppurate.

This does not bode well.

Rove sighed softly, and after helping Namelia change her dressing, he covered her body with a soft blanket.

Shirley stood in the corner of the room, holding a bamboo basket in her arm, filled with freshly brewed potions.

In front of her, there was a huge wooden shelf, on which the number of medicines was staggering:

Dozens of wax-sealed jars, more than 100 corked vials, the same number of white glass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs.

Each container also has a precise label written by the maiden in neat handwriting.

Shirley sorted the potions in the basket on the wooden shelves, but she had to stand on tiptoe to put them on the top floor.

Rove walked over and wrapped his arms around the ponytail's soft waist from behind, gently lifting her upwards so that she could easily touch the top.

After setting up the potion, Rove put Shirley back on the ground, she turned around, glanced at Nymeria on the hospital bed, and asked, "How is she?" ”

"The situation is not promising." Rove shook his head, "Nymeria's wound has suppurated, and it won't be long before the flesh will spoil and become a putrid sore. ”

"Then we'll have to give her unicorn blood." Shirley said.

"That's right." Rove's handsome face was filled with a faint sadness, and he smiled bitterly:

"But I don't know if I'm saving Namelia or if I'm hurting her."

Shirley looked at the boy suspiciously, and he explained:

"Although the blood of a unicorn can sustain life, it will be addictive after drinking.

At first, a cup of blood lasts for several days, and then the amount of blood increases until the last unicorn may last for a day. ”

"What if you don't drink it?" Shirley asked.

"If you don't drink it, you'll get chills and shiver, and you won't even have the strength to walk." Rove described:

"The whole body will be as uncomfortable as ants gnawing bones, and that kind of taste is almost worse than death...... This is what wizards often call the curse of the unicorn. ”

Rove looked at Nymeria on the hospital bed, and said in a low voice:

"So, I always feel that I may not be saving people, but more like harming people, and after harming Namelia, she will become a ghost and a ghost."

"Rove, of course you're saving people!"

Shirley looked into the young man's eyes and said softly:

"Nymeria is dying, and it would have been a noble act for you to save her from the centaurs at all risk.

Nemelia has always wanted revenge, and if she dies like this, she will not be reconciled, she will not blame you for giving her the blood of a unicorn, she will only thank you for saving her. ”

The ponytail girl stretched out her hand, gently stroked Rove's cheek, and comforted:

"As for addiction, it's not your fault, and it's not like there's no way out there, didn't Messira say that the spring on Avalon Island can lift the curse?

As long as you live, there is hope, and what you do is give hope to Nymeria. ”

Rove looked relieved, his eyebrows and eyes were no longer worried, he stared at Shirley's clean eyes, held her slightly cold slender jade hand, held it in the palm of his hand, gently warmed it up, and muttered:

"Thank you, Shirley."

The ponytail girl smiled.

At that moment, the steady ticking sound suddenly slowed down, and the magic object measuring the heartbeat sounded an alarm.

Rove and Shirley walked briskly to the bedside and saw that Someria's chest was rising and falling violently to the rhythm of her rapid breathing.

She looked like a lonely leaf that could not resist the wind, and a gust of wind was enough to blow her away.

Rove looked at Shirley, she nodded, put her fingers between her lips, and whistled crisply.

A moment later, a white magical creature rushed from afar, happily jumping up to Shirley's side.

The magical creature had silvery-white hair, so white that it seemed to glow holy, dispelling the smell of alcohol in the air.

Shirley gently stroked the unicorn's head and asked softly:

"Arieti, I need a little bit of your blood to save this centaur, is that okay?"

The unicorn looked at Nymeria with eyes that looked like molten gold, and it slowly walked forward, pacing over to the centaur and sniffing.

It smelled of death.

The unicorn turned back to Shirley, hissing loudly, and then fell to its knees.

"Thank you, Arieti." In Shirley's hand appeared a short knife, forged of obsidian, with an ancient spell carved into it.

She raised her knife and slashed through the unicorn's back, and the silvery-white blood flowed out of the wound like a spring.

Rove caught the blood with a cup and poured it into Nameria's mouth, a silvery liquid running down the corners of her mouth.

After another unknown amount of time, Nemelia finally opened her eyes, and when she got up, she found herself lying naked on her side on a bed.

Nemelia felt a bout of pain in her abdomen, a sharp pain that was piercing to the core.

She cautiously lowered her head and saw a wound in her abdomen, which continued to flow pus and blood.

"You're finally awake, Nymelia." A familiar voice sounded.

Nymelia looked up in horror and saw Rov and Shirley standing not far away looking at her, and a unicorn lying on the ground, licking her back.

Remembering that she was still naked, Nemelia instantly grabbed the blanket and covered her upper body to cover the spring light that had been flowing for a long time.

After she was able to calm down, she widened her misty eyes and asked:

"You ...... How is it here?! ”

Instead of answering, Rove asked rhetorically, "Nemelia, do you remember what happened to you before?" ”

Nemelia closed her eyes, racking her brains to remember what had happened, and after a moment, she opened them abruptly and said:

"I was ambushed, I was shot by an arrow from Bane, and I ran to the top of the hill and fainted there, and I didn't know what to do...... You saved me? ”

"Yes." Shirley nodded, "Rove and I made it to the top of the mountain in time to save you from the centaurs...... You were in a coma for three days. ”

Nemelia could imagine how dangerous it would be to save her from a group of centaurs, and she gratefully, "Thank you...... Thank you for saving me. ”

"You're welcome." Rove said, "By the way, Namelia, I have a question for you. ”

"What's the problem?"

Ronan said...... Bane ambushed you, using the forbidden power of the tribe, do you know what it is? Rove wondered.

"Forbidden power." Hearing this, Namelia was silent for a long time, and said with a cold look in her eyes:

"It must be the one hidden in the sacrificial hall that contains the remains of an ancient wizard...... Wooden coffin. ”

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