The recovery was much slower than Gretel had hoped.

But compared to a little over a month ago, it can certainly be said that it is a world of difference.

Although he still didn't have much strength, and his limbs basically kept moving, he was recuperating in the end.

If nothing else, just saying that he didn't have to lie there like a puddle of soft mud all the time was enough to make Gretel feel relieved.

The little mute was busy with the rations of the two of them every day, and when he came back, he would always give the part that tasted better, or had more oil and water, to Gretel.

For this, Gretel is very grateful.

But strangely, Glitter found that as his health gradually improved, the little mute seemed to be more estranged from him.

Gretel felt that this change probably had nothing to do with himself.

After all, he is now a dumb paralyzed man, unable to do anything.

And Gretel could feel that the degree of alienation of the little mute from him was accompanied by his health increasing day by day.

This discovery made Gretel very curious, and he had never seen anyone bother to save people, but after the patient got better, he became unhappy.

Even if Glitter has a delicate heart, it is difficult to understand this behavior of the little mute.

After all, if a person hates another person, he shouldn't work so hard to get him back.

And every few days, the little mute would bring a small bowl of warm liquid to Gretel's mouth.

As the liquid enters his stomach, the scorching energy will cause Glitter to fall asleep, and when he wakes up again, the feeling of weakness from his body will be reduced a little.

Gretel is also very strange, at his level, a potion like this to restore physical health, if the level is average, it is difficult to make his body fluctuate.

Fortunately, the little mute often used this thing to warm his body, which made his body full of holes slowly become healthy.

But a little mute who barely survives on a garbage heap should have such a thing, no matter how you think about it, it feels very inconsistent.

In other words, if there is such a thing, no matter what situation it falls into, it can turn over.

At least, you shouldn't pinch the baby, and you are still displaced, without food and clothing.

But think about it, if a child who has lost the ability to speak really divulges this secret.

It's tantamount to a child carrying a treasure through the city, and there can't be those people with bad hearts who don't use some crooked brains that shouldn't be moved.

A normal person shouldn't test his humanity with something, especially if he doesn't have the ability to keep it.

Gretel's grip on the portal in his hand was also motivated by this consideration.

For a matter of great importance, he might be able to withstand the intrusion of the wizarding world.

But it really can't withstand the blows of the whole world.

He is not alone, he must think things through.

——

When he vaguely regained a little bit of vision, Gretel finally knew what the little mute had brought to him what had been warming him.

It's blood, it's unicorn blood.

In this way, it makes sense, when his life is dying, why can only a little guy save his life.

At first, he thought that his life was too big, but after drinking the warm tonic liquid brought by the little mute many times, Gretel knew it.

It's not that his life is big, it's that the little guy got something really precious.

However, because he had no eyesight before, and the unicorn's blood did not smell unpleasantly bloody, but had a strange mild aroma, which made Grett mistakenly think it was some other magical potion.

After all, in the wizarding world of Harry Potter, he can understand anything strange and strange.

This time, with the little vision he had just regained, Glitter saw that there were mysterious silver-gray dots of light escaping from the bowl of liquid, and then he understood.

But one doubt was solved, and another came to the door on his heel.

Unicorns, one of the most magical species in the wizarding world.

Any material on the body of this race contains extremely rich magical power.

The hair on the body can be used as the core of the wand, and the detached horn can easily be made into a powerful alchemy magic item.

Even its breath can cleanse and purify the filthy breath.

Therefore, wherever there is a unicorn atmosphere, all kinds of magical creatures will always gather.

But at the same time, such holy, noble creatures, they are also extremely proud.

I have only seen them give away what they shed from their bodies to their friends, but they have never seen them willing to give their blood.

The blood of a unicorn has more magic than hair and a unicorn, and it gathers the essence of the body.

No matter how dying life is, as long as you can get a mouthful of unicorn's blood, you can continue to survive, even if death is in person, you can't take the life of someone who drinks blood.

The world loves the unicorn race, presumably to protect the unicorn.

Their blood also contains a curse that is difficult to lift, and all those who try to live on the blood of unicorns will be cursed by the world after swallowing the blood, and half of their lives will be swallowed up.

Unless, they are voluntary.

All those who try to kill this defenseless, pure creature will pay a terrible price.

This is a proverb that has been passed down in the wizarding world since ancient times.

Even dark wizards generally don't break this red line.

As for the unicorn taking the initiative to send blood?

Gretel had never heard of such a thing.

For unicorns, the unicorn and hair will fall off and grow, but blood, that is basically non-renewable.

When unicorns reach adulthood, they are so strong that it is impossible for an average person to hurt them, let alone bleed them.

Besides, even if you don't mention strength, it's hard to hurt them just by talking about the love of the world.

For example, when using high-level potions, the potion material called unicorn blood used is nothing more than the blood of a magical creature that resembles a unicorn.

True unicorn blood, only Voldemort, a mad man in pursuit of eternal life, would forget the taboo that everyone kept in their hearts.

——

After making sure that the thing that the little mute brought to give him life was the blood of a unicorn, Glitter was shocked.

But as I felt it carefully, I didn't feel the intractable curse recorded in the classics on my body, like the gangrene of the appendages.

For a moment, Glitter was also a little puzzled whether he was drinking unicorn blood.

But as a potions master, he knew almost all the potions ingredients in the world.

Whether it's legal or illegal, he's basically been up close.

Not to mention, Dawning also has a project, which is how to develop and utilize magical creatures in a sustainable way.

Unicorn is one of their research projects.

So, after a brief period of doubt, Gretel firmed up his opinion.

Whether it is the faint sense of sight or the sense of smell, it tells the brain that the little mute brings the blood of a unicorn, such as a fake exchange.

Gretel's wonder why the little mute brought him no curse in the blood of the unicorn.

Could it be that the little mute has mastered the way to get rid of the curse?

Or did he get the flawless friendship of a unicorn?

After thinking about it carefully, Gretel still felt that the second guess was more reasonable.

After all, if the little mute had the ability to remove the curse of unicorn blood, he would never have fallen into this environment.

However, even if he gained the friendship of a unicorn, there was still one thing that could not be explained, and it only took a few days to bring blood to warm his body.

Even if the unicorn's body is blessed, after so many days of blood pumping, it will be weak.

Even if the little mute and the unknown unicorn are friends of life and death, they should not be so generous.

So to satisfy this speculation, the only way to do it is if the little mute has reached a friendship with a whole group of unicorns.

Anyway, no matter how you think about it, Gretel feels that something is wrong.

If you have this kind of friendship with a bunch of unicorns, even if you follow the unicorns out into the jungle to eat berries, it's much better than digging in the garbage.

I'm willing to contribute so much blood to him, and I still have to take him to my own clan to eat!

——

Incomprehensible.

It wasn't until another week or so passed that Gretel's vision began to clear.

For the first time, he saw the little benefactor who dragged him back from the side of the spilled street, and saved him from a dying state.

At the same time, he also knew how outrageous his previous guess was.

But no matter how outrageous the speculation was, it didn't make him stunned as if he had seen the truth like now.

Looking at the little mute who had carefully brought a bowl of blood to his mouth, Gretel's eyes were filled with shock that could not be concealed.

It was also the first time in more than a month that his eyes had a sparkle of inspiration.

The little mute was as slender and weak as he had imagined when he had no vision, and was dressed in a shabby suit that looked like it had been rummaged through the garbage heap.

A pair of eyes are timid, like a deer that will be frightened at all times, and the slightest movement can scare him into fleeing in a hurry.

These are all fine, not expected by Gretel.

What shocked him beyond imagination was that a small, blunt horn cowardly but firmly emerged from the broken hat in the unslick messy hair on the little mute's head.

The thread on the corner that had been drilled out of the gap in the yarn instantly made Gretel distinguish clearly.

It was the horn of a unicorn, a sense of holiness that was so natural that you could not see it with an axe, and you could only see it in a unicorn.

You have to be a living unicorn to have it.

Once the unicorn's horn falls off, the feeling of harmony that the world loves will basically be swept away.

It can only be reduced to a large family's collectible, or used as a casting material for magic items.

Then I saw the gray bandages wrapped around the wrists of both hands, and the silver-gray spots of light that seeped through the bandages.

Gretel instantly realized that this was a little unicorn!

I wanted to convince myself to accept it, but no matter how I thought about it, Glitter felt why.

Stumble~

How is it possible, how can a unicorn be transformed into a human!

Gretel was so shocked that he couldn't swallow smoothly, which also caused the little guy to spot Gretel's eyes instantly.

Realizing that Gretel had regained his sight, the little one instantly panicked.

I didn't care about wiping after feeding Gretel every time, and I instantly got into the garbage heap.

As the voice faded away, Gretel couldn't help but sigh.

It's over, he must have scared the little guy.

To be honest, he was shocked and shocked, but swear to God, he didn't have the slightest bad intentions.

He only regained his sight, and everything else, whether it was limbs or magic, didn't listen to him at all.

At the thought that the next frightened little guy would not care about him anymore, Gretel's face couldn't help but show a wry smile.

It seems that he will have to rely on himself next.

Fortunately, the body is gradually improving, and with the help of [Homologous], it only takes some time to recover health.

This guy has done a good thing.

The information on it is generally just a reference for Gretel, and it will not cause Gretel's strength to change because it is unresponsive.

Otherwise, Gretel really doesn't know what else he can do next.

I can't be saved by the little mute, and I am starved to death here.

That's really miserable, it's better to lie on the side of the street and become a ghost.

Thinking about the little mute who jumped out in a panic, Gretel began to worry again.

After getting along for so long, he already knew that this was the stronghold of the little mute.

Leaving here, he should have nowhere else to go.

At the thought of his little benefactor having to wander outside, Gretel suddenly regretted it.

He shouldn't be so shocked, it's better to be as if he didn't see anything, at least, the little guy won't rush out so rashly.

I was worried until the evening.

Gretel was still remorseful in his heart, and suddenly he heard a familiar rustling sound from far and near.

He had been familiar with this voice for so long, it was the voice of the little mute coming back.

It used to be like this for a long time, and during the day the little one fed him and then went out to work hard for the rest of their livelihood.

Usually when it gets late, the little one will come back as he is doing now and feed him dinner.

As for three meals?

They don't have such extravagant conditions, even two meals, and they don't guarantee it every day.

The little one came back and cautiously rubbed the garbage on the other side.

Gretel wanted to apologize, but his voice was still out of his control.

So far, the only part that has returned to normal function is the eye, so he can only use his eyes as much as possible to express his apologies.

Try to soothe the frightened little guy by looking at your eyes.

Gretel couldn't move, and he had been half-leaning until the little guy left.

Probably seeing Gretel's state, the little one's panic calmed down for a while.

After a long time, I carefully went out again and came back with today's food.

The little guy's harvest today was not bad, a few pieces of bread that were a little baked, and a piece of chicken that no one else had finished.

Carefully cut off the burnt parts, and then laboriously broke the bread, and then stuffed the rare piece of chicken into the bread.

Then he pestled the homemade burger straight to Gretel's mouth.

(End of chapter)