Yanan withdrew the long knife hovering over the young man's head and took out Viscount Humbeck's letter from his inner pocket. The young man took the letter with one hand, did not open it, glanced at the sealed fire paint and returned it to Yanan.

"I'm so sorry." The young man bowed slightly. "The silver mines often come to steal from some pretentious outlaws, and this time I can't identify them, so I surprised Your Excellency." The young man's posture was very low, and Yanan didn't blame him, after all, he sneaked in first, and others were just performing their duties.

"Then I'll take this kid with me." Yanan escorted Raun to his side, "I'll visit Lord Viscount another day." ”

"Please take care of yourself." The youth bowed again.

The young man looked at Yanan's departing back and smiled again.

Hurriedly leaving the silver mine, the blood wounded by the swift sword stabbed all the way, and the blood flowed from the shoulder to the arm like a stream. With Yanan's physique, even a deep wound with visible bones should stop bleeding in the conjunctiva at this moment, let alone this kind of flesh wound.

He found a hidden place in the wilderness, took off his shirt and carefully observed the wound, the wound could not heal, Yanan took out two drops of hunter's blood, and the speed of bleeding from the wound slowed down, but every time the coagulated blood clot blocked the wound, it would automatically decompose in the next second, and the blood in the blood vessels flowed out again, and so on.

There was something wrong with that sword.

"Brother, you have shed a lot of blood, I'll go get you medicine." Little Lorne was in a hurry.

"No, you don't." Yanan stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Raun, who was about to leave. "Don't be afraid, brother is fine, now close your eyes and turn your head away, I don't shout that you are not allowed to turn back."

Little Lawn obediently closed his eyes and turned his back to Yanan. Yanan took out the dagger, opened the wound with his fingers, gritted his teeth and scraped hard. "Whew!" He almost fainted in pain, a layer of minced flesh stuck to the tip of the dagger.

Yanan gasped for breath and turned his head to find that little Rainne was gone.

"This little one." Yanan couldn't take care of Lao En anymore, the amount of bleeding was obviously much smaller after scraping off a layer of flesh, seeing that the effect was good, Yanan was ready to aim the dagger at the wound, closed his eyes and prepared to stab again.

"Wait a minute!" Little Lorne came running from a distance.

"I, I brought you medicine." He held a small handful of silver powder in his hand, and without waiting for Yanan to agree, he squatted down, dipped his fingers in it, and wiped it on the wound little by little.

The fingers touched the wound with a slight pain, and the silver powder stuck to the cut flesh, exuding a slight coolness. Yanan carefully observed the young man in front of him, the young man had rare silver hair, and his immature skin was blown a faint pink by the cold wind. The young man carefully smeared the wound medicine on Yanan, and where his slender fingers touched, the blood slowly stopped. It's like that narcissus boy.

"Stinky boy, you're a girl." Little Lawn slowly finished treating the wound, and Yanan slapped him on the head.

Although he didn't understand how Yanan's thoughts drifted so far, Xiao Lawn still replied very seriously: "I'm a boy with a handle." ”

The silver powder slowly penetrated into the flesh, and the wound stopped bleeding and scabbed. Seeing that his medicine was working, little Raune smiled.

Trust is actually a metaphysical thing, Yanan obviously knows that a child who grew up in a family of workers in the mining area cannot have a medicine to heal the injuries of the transcendental, but he still believes in the smile without a trace of malice, and he did not ask how the little Raun silver powder came from.

"Where do you live?"

"Gongfang No. 2 Village, right there." Yanan followed the direction pointed by Little Lawn, and in the distance there was the outline of a village in a depression.

Walking into Gongfang Village, most of the streets are filled with elderly people and children, although most of the villages are dilapidated tiled houses, they are still neat and orderly.

"Hello Grandpa Chris." Little Lawn greeted the old man who was sitting in the sun in his chair.

"You're okay too." The old man opened his eyes and responded enthusiastically.

"Aunt Hannah, Aunt Joanna, Aunt Jane are good." Walking through the canal in the middle of the village, Little Lauin greeted the women who were washing their clothes.

"How are you, is this gentleman your relative?"

"This is Brother Alfred, a good friend of Uncle Genos."

Yanan nodded to the village women.

Along the canal, Yanan followed him to a small cabin.

"Mom, I'm back." Little Lawn pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Excuse me." Yanan took off his hat and entered, and the room was very simple with only a single bed, a closet with paint off, a new stove, and a table with only one chair.

"Looks like your mother isn't home." Yanan looked around and there was no one.

"My mother passed away during the Metaverse Festival last year." Little Rolling pulled out a chair and invited him to sit down, then kneaded a ball of thatch and dead twigs into the stove, lit the charcoal fire, and began to boil water.

"I have to let my mom know every day that I'm home, even though I don't know if she can hear me." Little Lawn, who had done everything, sat on the bed and smiled at Yanan. Yanan didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only quietly watch the orange fire gurgle the kettle.

"Alright." Little Lawn jumped out of bed and poured Yanan a cup of hot water.

Yanan and Little Laune sat on the bed and took a sip of boiling water, "Your mother must be a very good person, I can see it." Yanan held back for a long time and only said this sentence.

"What about your father?"

"I don't know." Little Lawn shook his head, "I haven't seen my father, and my mother hasn't told me. ”

"How old are you?" Yanan wanted to divert the topic.

"Seven years old."

"Oh." Yanan suddenly began to dig into his pockets, trying to find candy and other snacks inside. But in the end, he only took out a little silver coupon.

He thought about it for a moment and put the money back in his pocket. "Brother will take you to the town in the afternoon to buy some delicious food, whether to go or not."

"No, no." Little Lawn actually refused.

"I'm going to help deliver food to my uncles and uncles in the mine, and I'm going to work in the mine." Little Lawn paused. "Brother, your injuries are not healed yet, let's go again next time."

Yanan was speechless again, and he remembered that Lawne was already a little guy who was making a living on his own.

After a while, little Lawne took out a cloth bag and began to collect black bread from house to house, until it was filled with a bag as tall as half a man his own. Yanan helped little Lauin carry the bag all the way to the silver mine not far before waving goodbye.

I hope the man in the cave can have the strength of a nobleman.

Yanan returned to the hotel in the town, took off his clothes and examined the wound again, which had grown red and black blood scabs.

He took a shower, took a nap, and then pulled out the guard's long trench coat from the closet.

Yanan borrowed a horse from the town's office and headed for the viscounty. Finally, before dusk, we stepped on the stone path in front of the castle manor. The road is flanked by tall, straight evergreen trees, and there are bubbling stone fountains every few meters.

Yanan parked his horse in front of the gate, and the waiter led the horse to the manor, and Yanan enjoyed the scenery in the front yard. It's obviously in the cold north, but here it is as green as the south of the mountains. On the grass stood a symmetrical array of metal cylinders, the top of which rotated slowly, and with each revolution, the cavities around the cylinders sprayed boiling steam.

Arriving at the main entrance of the castle, the young man in the dress was already waiting there. Yanan turned over and dismounted, bowing to each other with the young man.

"Captain Alfred, welcome to Humbeck Manor."