On the ridge of the Falling Dragon Ridge, Lightning found a leeward spot and skillfully built a tent large enough to accommodate four people.
The roaring bonfire dispelled the cold, and the nightingale rolled up her trousers, revealing her bloodstained calf, only to see that the spot where the holy messenger hit was already swollen. Before running with her teeth gritted, she didn't feel anything, but now that she relaxed, she felt that it was extremely difficult to move her legs. If Maisie hadn't arrived in time, she really didn't know how far she would be able to run with the Marquis.
Navigating the fog when you have limited mobility is extremely dangerous. Those changing lines are both steps and sharp blades, and they can easily cut themselves to pieces if not handled properly.
"I'll help you goo."
Maisie rummaged through the large backpack and found a pile of first aid supplies. In addition to cotton cloth and a small bottle of alcohol, there were also herbs processed from leaves. In the mutual aid society, the latter was the main medical means.
When the pungent-smelling alcohol poured onto the wound, even Nightingale couldn't help groaning, her brows pressed together tightly. If His Highness hadn't said that this thing can effectively kill tiny creatures and prevent the wound from being eroded by the evil epidemic, she really felt that it was no different from being tortured.
Fortunately, the coolness brought by the herbs quickly dispelled the burning pain. After dressing the wound, she immediately felt a lot more comfortable.
"Your back..." asked the Marquis in a low voice, "does it matter?"
"What's wrong with the back?" Lightning got into the tent with a bundle of firewood.
"She was shot by those people's crossbow bolts to save me..." Speer's voice sounded a little low.
"It's not a big deal, it's just like being punched a few times," Nightingale curled her lips, "At most, I can't lie down and sleep tonight."
"It's better to put some herbs on it," Lightning fiddled with the branches in the fire pit, splashing some sparks. "The medicine of leaves can not only stop bleeding, but also has a good effect on bruises."
"Come on me," Maisie sat down and patted her thigh, "I'll give you medicine, Goo!"
Looking at the white-haired girl's serious eyes, Nightingale couldn't help it, so she finally nodded, "Okay."
Taking off her clothes, she covered her chest, lying on Maisie's lap, and then heard the marquise gasp.
You don't need to look at it to know that the originally clean back must be red and swollen, blue and purple, but it's just scary to look at. She thought with disapproval, this kind of scar is nothing for a witch with strong self-healing ability. It will dissipate in two or three days.
While she was taking the medicine, Nightingale coughed twice and said, "What's your plan next, Lord Marquis? Your brother Redwyn was tempted by the church and turned his back on you. Before that, whether it was him or the church, I didn't even know you were a witch." She briefly recounted the news she had heard in the tower, "They should have gone for your lordship, even if you are not a witch, you will be killed by them. It is not difficult for the church to be executed as the devil's minions."
"How dare they openly murder a marquis," Speer gritted his teeth, "I will make the Redwin Church pay the price!"
"What the church has done is far beyond your imagination," Nightingale shook her head. "Even if it's a king, they won't blink before they start. Yongdong and Wolfheart are the best examples."
Spelton suffocated for a moment, and after a while, he said: "Could it be that the church really intends to annex the four kingdoms? I only heard this statement from some businessmen in neighboring countries, but most of the nobles in the capital think it's just nonsense. talk."
"The royal capital also said that Roland Wimbledon was a traitor to the king," she shrugged. "If Your Highness guesses correctly, it's just the first step in the church's plan, but I can't tell you the conspiracy behind it for the time being. , unless you join the Witch League. In addition, the church planning this coup is definitely not a matter of a day or two, and most of your subordinates should have fallen to Redwin who sold more interests. You can ask your Highness for help."
"He... will he really help me?"
"Of course, it is our bounden duty to eradicate the church." Nightingale chuckled lightly.
The Marquis fell silent, as if hesitating.
"Don't worry," Nightingale knew the hesitation in her heart, and this is what most witches worry about before heading to Border Town. "If you want to leave the Western Region, you can leave at any time. Your Highness will never force anyone."
"He really... realized the coexistence of witches and ordinary people?"
This is the second time that Nightingale has heard the other person ask about this, and whenever she answers this question, she will always feel a burst of pride, "Yes, His Highness's territory is such a place, it is the holy mountain of witches. "
Speer Percy's face looked gloomy and uncertain under the light of the fire. After a long time, she nodded slightly, "Let's leave tomorrow?"
"Not yet," Nightingale and Lightning said in unison. Then the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
"The church will definitely try to report this news to the Holy City. In the next two days, we must intercept the carrier pigeons released by the enemy," she explained to the countess, "Then Maisie will send you back to Border Town, and I will also There are other tasks to be done."
In the room at the top of the tower, she remembered that the holy messenger had said that when the matter here was dealt with, she would soon leave for Chishui City.
Obviously, every time she arrives in a city, there will be an undercurrent. No matter how big the impact is, it will always cause trouble to His Highness. Moreover, this person has also seen his own attack method. If she can be intercepted, the church's arrangement will inevitably suffer a setback, and she may also be able to find a lot of information.
Nightingale took a deep breath. She decided to kill the church's messenger team, but she didn't know whether His Highness Roland would agree with her plan. If he asked her to go back, she didn't intend to do it alone.
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Three days later, Maisie, who had sent away the Marquis, returned to Dragon Fall again, this time with two more Sleeping Island witches behind her.
"Why are you here?" Nightingale looked at the two of them in surprise.
"His Royal Highness Roland asked us to assist you," Andrea gracefully jumped off the back of the giant beast, took off her hood, and shook her blond hair. "The reward is two ice cream loaves."
"How can I be spared from such a thing as a clean-up of the church?" Ashes raised the corners of her mouth and said.
"His Royal Highness said, you can do it, but you must pay attention to safety," Maisie turned back to human form, "He said he was waiting for you to go back in the castle."
"Really..." Nightingale suddenly felt her heart heat up, "I understand."
"Then how many people are there?" Ash raised his eyebrows, "I heard there is a witch?"
"It's not clear, but there are at most more than twenty trial warriors, as well as the corresponding attendants and believers," she said word by word, "other people don't care, but that witch must be solved by me.".
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