Charlotte didn't have a suitable reason to stop the other party from coming in.
Even if there is, it can only be postponed temporarily, which has no other use than increasing suspicion.
She quickly broke away from that magical state and lay down on the hospital bed again. While silently reciting the blessings of the Holy Book of Blood in her heart, she pretended to be weak and said:
"Ahem... please come in..."
The door was gently pushed open, and the figure of Priest Lottie reappeared.
Behind her, there were seven or eight people, making the ward, which was not spacious in the first place, even more crowded.
Charlotte's eyes slowly swept over these visitors, and he easily judged that they should belong to the three parties.
The two people at the front were wearing the same clothes as the people who rushed into the basement last night. They were a man and a woman. They should be the so-called Demon Hunt Knights.
The two men later wore the same clothes as Lottie, with the ring cross symbol of the Holy Royal Court painted on them. They should also be priests of the church hospital.
The last few people were much more gorgeously dressed, and they were obviously nobles. The first one was very fat, and Charlotte even felt familiar. They should be people he knew in his original memory, and there was also a young noble swordsman behind them.
After quickly analyzing the situation, Charlotte's eyes quickly fell on the female witcher knight following Lottie.
She was a tall female knight with shoulder-length black hair tied into a smart high ponytail.
A terrifying scar slanted across her cheek, destroying the original beauty and making her look extremely hideous and terrifying.
Her face was expressionless and her temperament was cold. Except for Lottie who was leading the way, everyone was half a step behind her. Several nobles occasionally glanced at her with awe and fear.
Especially the young aristocratic swordsman, who clearly had the strongest aura and the highest strength among them, never took his solemn gaze away from the female knight.
However, the strange thing is that Charlotte did not feel any pressure from the female knight.
Charlotte became even more nervous instantly.
Unable to be sensed, yet feared by those stronger than her...
This only shows that the strength of this female knight has reached the point where she is untouchable!
"Miss Charlotte, this is Captain Kara, a demon-hunting knight of the second level of Silver Moon, and the most promising transcendent in the Principality of Bold to enter the third level of Blazing Sun in recent years."
Lottie said gently.
Charlotte was not surprised.
She had already guessed the identity of the female knight.
Putting down the vigilance and nervousness in her heart, Charlotte looked timid and pitiful.
She shrank into the quilt, and her big, ignorant eyes met Captain Kara's eyes inadvertently.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
They were a pair of deep black eyes as cold as icebergs, glowing with a dull silver light.
It is cold and deep, like a deep pool whose bottom cannot be seen at a glance, but also like a sharp sword that can penetrate everything, with scrutiny and exploration...
With just one glance, Charlotte had the illusion that her clothes were stripped off and everything was seen through.
The female knight's eyes flashed, and Charlotte felt that her image in his field of vision was infinitely higher, surrounded by a sea of blood and dead bones, as if a substantial evil spirit was coming towards her face.
She felt like a small boat facing a storm, or like a hare being bitten by a cheetah on the prairie, and could be destroyed and torn to pieces by an unstoppable force at any moment.
How many people were killed? !
Charlotte was horrified.
"Kara, you scared her! She is not an interrogation subject, but a victim, a patient in our hospital!"
The old voice sounded, with a hint of helplessness.
The person who spoke was one of the two church priests who followed him. He was very old and seemed to have a high status.
The female knight paused and looked back.
Only then did Charlotte break free from that terrifying sense of oppression.
Her chest rose and fell violently, and her vigilance towards the female knight reached its highest level ever.
This is definitely a "killer"!
"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte, Kara has been working in the Demon Hunting Center all year round and is used to killing and interrogating, so you were frightened."
The old priest said apologetically.
"This is our dean, Mr. Raoul, who is also the second level Silver Moon."
Lottie quickly introduced to Charlotte.
The second level of Silver Moon...the third level of Blazing Sun...
Is this a division of supernatural power
Who am I now
Apprentice level
Zero order
Charlotte's heart moved slightly.
Raoul is a kind old man.
His beard and hair are all white, he holds a magic staff, and his whole body is filled with a sacred aura. His image reminds Charlotte subconsciously of the white-robed wizard Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings.
I saw him taking a step forward and standing next to the female knight. First he put his right hand on his chest and made a sign of the cross. He devoutly recited "Praise the Lord God", and then gently comforted:
"Miss Charlotte, I am Raoul, the director of the Boulder Mission Hospital of the Holy Royal Court."
"I know what you experienced last night was frightening and painful, but for your safety, the church still has some details it needs to ask about before Carla conducts a physical examination."
After that, he whispered a few words to the priest who was following him, and the priest turned around and signaled the nobles following him to leave.
The expressions of several nobles instantly turned ugly.
The fat noble headed by him frowned:
"Dean Raoul, this incident involves the Duke's nobles. On behalf of the Duke's Palace, we have the right to know about this matter."
Dean Raoul rubbed his temples with a headache and looked at the female knight in embarrassment.
Female knight Kara did not look back, but her cold and calm voice left no room for doubt:
"Those who have nothing to do with it will leave."
Simple and indifferent.
The nobles took no action.
Kara glanced at them blankly.
She did not repeat what she said, but the undoubted charm was once again cast in her cold eyes and the slightly raised silver sword.
Looking at the silver sword that shone with cold light, the nobles' expressions changed.
The young swordsman also looked stern.
He frowned and was about to say something, but was stopped by the fat noble at the head:
"Okay, let's listen to Master Kara."
The fat noble smiled coquettishly, then winked wildly at the people around him, and forcibly pulled the young swordsman back.
Before leaving, he did not forget to give Charlotte a friendly and bright smile.
The nobles left, and soon there were only a few church priests and Demon Hunt knights left in the ward.
Priest Lottie breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the female knight's eyes soon fell on her, the remaining priests and the demon-hunting knights.
Lottie:…
"Captain Kara, Dean, we have to retreat first."
She immediately understood what the other party meant, smiled bitterly, and left the ward with the remaining priests and demon-hunting knights.
Captain Carla and Dean Raoul were the only two people left in front of Charlotte's bed.
This is a very strange combination.
The nobles were obviously very afraid of Carla, but somewhat disdainful of Raoul.
However, the female knight seemed to respect the old priest.
There are fewer people.
But Charlotte felt that the atmosphere was more solemn.
Dean Raoul coughed lightly, breaking the inexplicably heavy atmosphere.
Then, he looked at Charlotte and said with a smile:
"Miss Charlotte, it's just me and Kara now."
"Please relax. We are just asking some simple questions. It doesn't matter if you can't answer them, but please don't be silent or lie..."
Charlotte poked her little head out from under the quilt, like a small animal, and nodded lightly.
It looked like he was frightened and then forced himself to be calm and act like a well-behaved little adult.
She has calmed down.
The more critical the situation is, the less likely it is to reveal the truth.
However, just when Charlotte was mentally prepared.
The old priest's question made her heart rise again:
"Miss Charlotte..."
"How did you recover from the wound on your abdomen?"