Lance, who was shocked by Dera, stayed in place, but was pushed away by Dera mercilessly, and the unsuspecting Lance was pushed and staggered.

Lance, who stabilized his figure, couldn't figure it out, this woman didn't seem to use much strength, just a gentle push, how could she easily push herself away?

Is he really that wasted?

What Lance thinks, everyone doesn't pay attention.

Now the attention of several people was attracted to Della, who came with a knife, and he crouched down directly beside Orlando, the scimitar in his hand slashing neatly at Blanc's wound.

Blank, who was in a semi-conscious state, let out a few low muffled grunts from Della's movements, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"What are you doing?!"

Seeing Dra's movements, Teklin let out an angry shout and was about to go up to stop Dra's actions, but was stopped by Lance, who was recovering.

"Teklin, Della seems to be treating Blank's wounds. ”

Lance, who saw a little bit of fame, said.

"Blank will be fine. ”

Orlando also gave Teklin an affirmative look to calm him down.

Unhindered, Della skillfully wielded the scimitar in her hand, the scimitar more than a foot long was like a dexterous carving knife in her hand, and with the not-so-bright firelight, each knife could accurately pick the carrion from Blank's wounds, and it had not hurt the good flesh.

Blank's slightly trembling body and muffled grunt of pain didn't seem to exist in her eyes.

Seeing all this, Lance secretly sighed in his heart: This woman is really not ordinary "ruthless".

Combined with the one who pushed him before, Lance realized.

This woman's strength is probably even stronger than what she shows now.

While Lance was thinking, Blank's wounds had been treated by Della.

She casually stuck the scimitar with a little green slime on the ground, and then took out a palm-sized silver iron box as if by magic, opened it neatly, and poured some of the gray-white powder from the box on Blank's wound.

Then, Dra's hand rested on top of the wound, and some obscure incantations were whispered in his mouth, and a faint holy energy came out of Dra's body and landed on Blank's wound with Dra's guidance.

As Della's incantation was chanted, white smoke rose from Blank's wound.

The original gray-white powder also bloomed with some faint golden light under the blessing of this holy energy.

More sweat appeared on Blank's forehead, and his body twitched more violently, so in order not to affect Dra's treatment of him, Orlando had to hold it down hard, and a helpless Teklin actively joined in.

"Blank, hold on, you'll be fine right away!"

Teklin's rugged voice was slightly hoarse as he comforted the half-unconscious Blanc.

After a while, as the golden light disappeared, the distortion and pain on Blank's face slowly eased, except for the pale face, the whole person seemed to be asleep.

End of treatment.

Della raised her hand and pulled out the scimitar stuck in the ground, wiped it clean and put it back into the scabbard behind her back, and then returned to the fire without looking back and sat down again, even in the same posture as before.

This mysterious female warrior has not said a word from the time she started treating Blanc's wounds until now.

It didn't seem like a big deal for her to deal with the surprising and terrifying corpse poison, and it did seem easier.

This undoubtedly added a lot of mystery to Della.

"It's a priest's healing ......"

Lance muttered inwardly.

Healing with holy energy was the preserve of priests, and now it was practiced by Dera......

"This ......"

Lance, stunned, moved to Orlando's side and paused, quietly pointing at Blank, and then in the direction of Della.

Orlando understood what Lance meant, and while examining Blanc, he replied, "It's Holy Dust, a spell cast from the ashes of a dead priest, and the caster only needs to be able to recite a spell, but it is said that the spell was lost hundreds of years ago......"

Lance sighed, but didn't ask any further, for he saw a hint of worry on Orlando's face.

Judging from all indications, in this team, not only Orlando is hiding some unknown secrets, but even that Della is almost mysterious.

"Blank is out of danger, and he will be fully recovered in just a few days. ”

Orlando said with a relaxed expression, and the look in his eyes at Della was also grateful.

Blanc had been invited to take part in this adventure, and he would be very guilty if something did happen to him.

The happiest person to hear that Blanc was safe was probably the dwarf Teklin.

The men helped Blank get dressed, and when they were done, they went back to the fire.

Rans was preoccupied and secretly observed Della diagonally across through the burning and jumping flames, and Dra, who was sitting quietly, raised his head slightly and looked at Lance's gaze.

Under the light of the fire, the eyes of this not beautiful female warrior seemed to be a little less cold.

However, as a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of Dra's mouth, Lance suddenly felt a chill on his body.

This smile, he's seen before.

Not so long ago, the same eerie smile appeared on "Orlando".

Lance, who shuddered, blinked and looked at Della again, only to find that the latter was still sitting there quietly, expressionless.

He rubbed his eyes again, however, no matter how he rubbed them, the scene just now seemed to be just a hallucination.

"Am I mistaken?"

Lance thought to himself.

Ike looked at Lance and rubbed his eyes a few times, and with a look of surprise on his face, he asked with some confusion, "Lance, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing, my eyes were a little uncomfortable just now. ”

Lance replied.

But how could Ike, who grew up with him, not see that Lance was hiding something?

Ike didn't ask, because he knew that since his brother didn't say it now, it was either because it was inconvenient to say it, or it wasn't suitable to say it yet.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and chatted quietly about other things.

It was early in the morning, and there were at least three or four bells before dawn, and the few people didn't talk too much, and went to rest again.

And after lying down, Lance did not feel sleepy at this time.

Guardian of the Continent?

Spirit of the Seven Swords?

What is this?

What's the connection? And that sense of familiarity, like it's coming from the soul.

There is also the sword of Sohana, which has a strange appearance......

Lance looked at the sky, and the doubts in his heart grew more and more.