Marthalie didn't know who the two people in front of her were.

But hearing this question, she was silent for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

"I'm disappointed, it's not the world."

Although there was no pain, Marthalie's voice had become hoarse and weakened by the inhuman torture.

"I can give you a chance for revenge." Char said quietly, "After you die, you can take revenge on those people in the state of your soul." ”

After a long silence, she sighed.

"If that happens, they'll be even more convinced that it's all witches.

They will be even crazier, and more people will die because of it. ”

Char looked at Marthalie with some surprise, paused, and said with interest, "So, you plan to give up this opportunity for revenge?" ”

Marthalie's eyes darkened slightly, and after a moment, she laughed to herself.

"To whom will you take revenge?"

Char raised her eyebrows.

"To the soldiers who faithfully fulfilled their orders, or to the people who were coerced by hatred and fear, and foolish to be guided by their will.

The reason I'm here now is because of everyone in the city.

But it has nothing to do with them.

And the real culprits, I don't even know where they are and who they are."

Marthalie lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I'm a doctor.

My doctrine only taught me to save people, not to kill.

I don't know who you are, but I can feel your kindness, your kindness, I understand it.

If you can, can you pass on a suicide note under the pillow in my cell to a child?

That's something someone else has entrusted to me.

She was also tried as a witch and should have been executed yesterday. ”

Char came back to his senses and said with interest, "What about you, do you have any last words?" ”

"I have no favor in this world."

Marthalie said in a deep voice.

"If you can, I hope you can help me end my pain."

Char didn't speak, just stared at her quietly.

After a moment, he spoke.

"Actually, that's what I'm here for, to liberate you."

After a pause, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised in an imperceptible arc.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

Marthalie slowly raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.

"In your heart, you have your own beliefs and perseverance.

This is very rare in this day and age. Char said.

"If a person like you enters Hades early, this world will be too boring.

In the near future, a young boy will draw the sword of the king's choice and become the new emperor of the country, bringing hope.

All the chaos you see will be put to an end by Him.

The driving force behind this absurd chaos will finally be duly punished for the sins he has created.

However, even the King of Destiny cannot face all the malice and darkness alone.

There are also some things that he can't face.

For example, enemies that are invisible to the naked eye, but can take countless lives.

This plague, and those, outside the battlefield, took the lives of those warriors. ”

Char looked at her eyes, and Marthalie only felt that what she was looking at was not a pair of eyes, but a vast Milky Way.

"I can give you two options.

Enter Hades and escape from this filthy world.

With your merits, it is enough for you to enter the realm of bliss and enjoy eternal happiness.

The other is to continue to stay in the world and save more people's lives.

I can. Give you another life. ”

Marthalie lowered her head and fell into a long silence.

She didn't know who the two people in front of her were.

But she felt that he was not lying.

It seems that it was because Marthalie had been silent for too long, Char said with interest.

"Completely disillusioned with the country?"

"Is that rumor true?" Marthalie muttered softly.

At this time, Alicia also said seriously.

"I saw with my own eyes that the sword is now in the cathedral of the imperial capital."

Marthalie's gaze looked at Alicia as she spoke, at her countenance, which did not look like a human being.

She fell silent, countless thoughts circulating in her eyes.

Fearful, unwilling, uneasy, there was obviously a slight struggle on her face.

She obviously didn't want to die like that, no one wanted to die so early.

But she was just as scared that something like this would happen again.

This kind of pain no one wants to encounter again.

But then, as if remembering something, she finally made up her mind, and her eyes gradually became clearer.

Her voice was hoarse.

"What if. If I could. ”

Char's eyelids narrowed slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, and he reached out and pointed his finger on her forehead.

"Remember, no matter who you used to be.

Now, your name is

Florence Nightingale. ”

It was the last thing Marthalie heard before she lost consciousness

。。。。。

"Florence!

My daughter, you must not go to the front!

I'm very opposed to you learning those useless medical skills.

Now you're going to such a dangerous place again! ”

Florence slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was no longer the cold and damp dungeon, but a luxuriously decorated bedroom.

Expensive wool carpets, solid wood furniture, and even the walls are covered with wallpaper, although it is not magnificent, but it can also be said to be very exquisite.

Although her family can be said to be wealthy, they can't afford to live in such a place.

In front of her was a well-dressed gentleman, who looked to be in his forties, with a very delicate mustache and a blonde wig on his head, in the standard Britannian high society attire.

In her mind, there were many more memories, and it was another memory, called "Florence Nightingale".

Born in an upper-class family in the imperial capital.

Not long ago, Nightingale went with her father to the south to visit her sick grandmother.

Because her grandmother was sick, bedridden, and lacked care, she stayed with her to take care of her.

Soon, my grandmother's health improved.

Then Mrs. Gail, the old nanny, fell ill again. Florence rushed home again to take care of Mrs. Gale, who was terminally ill.

Until the old man died, Florence waited by the bedside and did not leave half a step.

Since then, Florence has understood that in order to make a patient heal faster, nursing care is essential, and the medical environment is also very important.

But in this day and age, there is no one with status to be a nurse.

Nurses are often ignorant, rude, alcoholic, and untrained women.

The medical environment is also very poor, and the hygiene of the patient's place is not handled at all, it is dirty and smelly, and the mortality rate remains high.

So Florence always wanted to change that.

She also took advantage of the opportunity to visit Beichen to learn about the medical care work there.

In Britannia, the vast majority of doctors believe that wound infections are caused by a condition called miasma.

But in Beichen, she learned that there was a small creature in this world that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and it was these tiny creatures that caused wound infection.

Poor sanitation and dust are the root causes of the growth of these small organisms.

There, she learned how to use alcohol and boiling water to destroy these tiny creatures, reinforcing the impact of the medical environment on patients' health.

It was even known in the East that something called "Ma Boiling San" could be used to anesthetize patients and facilitate surgical operations.

She studied there for a few months, determined to bring this knowledge to Britannia.

Next, she plans to go to the front line and become a war nurse.

The knowledge in her head and some of what she had learned in the past began to corroborate each other, making her more sure of something.

As the memories were sorted out, Nightingale came back to her senses with some shock.

At this moment, she also really realized.

It seems that he really has a new life.

She has a family that loves her, and she has a very clear ideal and goal.

She looked at her father, who was in life, and as her memories merged, she became more and more familiar with the person in front of her.

She took a deep breath and then, with a determined look in her eyes, said.

"Father, I have already decided, and no one can change it.

This country needs me, and so do the soldiers who gave their lives for Britannia and shed their blood. ”

When the old father heard this, his face turned red almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he trembled with anger.

(End of chapter)