Brando soon saw Medissa, although Delphine actively apologized to her and explained why he was here, but the latter looked at her with hesitation.
To be precise, it was a bit cold.
Even Brando didn't get a good face here for the silver elf little princess for the first time, and Metissa was very serious on the floor, pursed her mouth, and hummed softly to express her dissatisfaction. She didn't argue with him, turned around and opened the curtain and walked into the cave inside.
Brando smiled bitterly. Of course he knew that Medissa was mad at himself for Roman's affairs, but Delphine pushed a hand behind him at the right moment, and he understood it, and hurriedly followed in.
Ms. Bai Wu lay on the stove, squinted, and looked at the two with half-squinted eyes narrowly.
"Young people now..." she thought to herself.
"Medissa, how is Hippamilla?"
The little silver elf princess raised her eyes and looked at him. After all, she still couldn't bear to fight a cold war with her lord. When Brando rescued her, all the scenes were in her heart. How could she forget and see Brando? Immediately chasing in, the anger in the girl's mind disappeared in half.
She frowned slightly and shook her head: "It's not so good. We lack medicine and treatment. She is very injured. Soparachi is the city of the undead. There is only the Temple of the Dead Moon. Ms. White Mist sent those pirates. We went to find the water of life, but unfortunately they didn't find anything. Fortunately, Miss Magdal had some knowledge of pharmacy, and she got better with the herbal Hippamilla."
"Frofa, what about Tiger Sparrows, don't the Elemental Envoys also have healing spells?"
"I can't summon Frofa and the others. Because they can't contact you, the authority of the travel mage can't be activated. Ms. Baiwu has some treatment methods, but it is also very limited."
Hippamira herself is a priest, but he can't use Himirud's divine power when he is seriously injured. The so-called healer is so helpless if he doesn't heal himself.
At the end, Medissa added gently: "If Lord Lord comes one day later, I'm going to venture to Yugang to see it."
Brando couldn't help being ashamed.
"But the unnamed person on the sea?"
"I can’t just watch Hippamilla suffer, Lord Lord, and Mr. Charles, brother Andriguez, we are like a family, you are like my brothers and sisters, Hippamilla Very strong, but I can't stand it."
Medissa bit her lower lip, her eyes were slightly red, Brando suddenly understood where her complaint came from, he reached out and wiped the corner of the girl's eyes.
"I'm here, that's all right, take me to see Hipamela." He replied softly.
The little silver elf princess responded thinly.
"Miss Delphine?"
"That was a misunderstanding, Medissa, but now she is one of us, at least she won't have any more thoughts. Although I hope she can see her heart earlier and stop being so paranoid, right now, this It's the best result."
"In fact, Miss Delphine is also very poor. I understand that I will try to get along well with her."
"Thank you, Medissa."
"I should be the one who said thank you. It was the Lord Lord who gave me everything that was new to me. But in order for Lord Lord to look at me more, I can't help being willful, but Lord Lord will always accommodate me, Metisa. Really very happy."
Brando felt soft when he heard it, and couldn't help but look at the little silver elf princess carefully.
Smart, good, and beautiful, she has everything a girl dreams of, just like Martha's perfect masterpiece.
The key is that it is so reassuring, like a quiet harbor, where people’s hearts can be anchored. Whenever we get along with her, Brando will feel a kind of timeless tranquility, as if all anxieties and worries are free. As if disappeared.
This seems to be a trait of elves.
"It's such a blessing to be able to meet you." Brando couldn't help but utter a word in his heart.
Medissa led the way silently. Sometimes she didn't need to argue, and it was enough to let the lord understand her intentions. She understood that she was very different from Akane, but she would never give up what should belong to her. Let people.
When Brando saw Hippamira, he understood why Medissa seemed so anxious and anxious.
Hippamira was covered in bandages, and it was still stained with blood, some of which were still dazzling bright red, and it seemed that the blood hadn't dried for long. She was lying on the bed, her whole weak body sank deeply into the pillow, without a trace of blood on her face, as if she had only a pair of smart eyes full of hope, when he opened the curtain and came in, Shipami Ra's eyes fell on him.
"Lord Lord..."
The priestess seemed a little happy, and this happy tone was exactly the same as that of Medissa, which made Brando feel ashamed. He traveled all the way north from Rosalin. Although he had always worried about Metis and the others, he had thought about them. The reckless decision at Rusita at that time had caused serious consequences.
Although he didn't regret even going to see Roman, but he can understand why Medissa hates so much when facing Delphine.
The cave was full of pungent medicine. Princess Magdal was dressed in plain clothes, dressed like a maid in Greek mythology, with a pot of boiled medicine in front of her. When she saw Brando coming in, her expression was full of hope. Obviously, the impression he left on the people around him in the past was that of omnipotence, as if as long as he came, Hippamilla would undoubtedly be able to Get better.
There is no reason for this trust, but it is extremely firm.
"Thank you, Miss Magdal." Brando already knew that the princess was transported over with Ms. Bai Mist. She has been very helpful to Ms. Medissa and Ms. Bai Mist these days, if not She, Hippamira's situation will only get worse.
After all, Metisa was also seriously injured in the disaster. It is said that Rushta was dropped by something during her teleportation, and the spatial turbulence was affected, so she was thrown to this place.
And Ms. Bai Wu is obviously better at killing people than saving people.
From Medissa, Brando also learned that Andríguez and Modefice may not have returned to Eruin either, only the Salamander lord and Faina, who had gone a step earlier, might not have been affected. .
Because of Hippamilla's current situation, he was also very worried about the pair of vampire brothers and sisters.
Princess Magdal shook her head quickly: "Mr. Brando, don't talk about it, please help Miss Hippamilla, she is in very bad condition."
Brando couldn't help but feel a pain. He saw Hippamila on the sheet of Baba in front of him, with an open book on his knees, which looked like a travelogue of the nine phoenixes, with engraved illustrations on it. The quality is very poor.
One of the hobbies of the priestess is to like reading, all kinds of books, especially travel notes, but I don't know where this book was snatched from, there are still missing pages on it.
She put her pale, thin hands on the pages of the book, tilted her head and looked at him, with an optimistic and content smile on her face.
At the head of her bed, there is a water tank with a few shrimps in it, which seems to be the source of happiness for girls. Although she was a battle sacrifice, she didn't like fighting by nature. Her biggest wish was to travel everywhere and see what Mother Earth gave to this world.
However, due to her duties, her freedom was restricted, and Hippamilla could only find the world in her dreams from the book.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Brando covered her forehead with his hand, beckoning her not to move.
He directly took out the angel heart bottle. Although Hoffward's gin also has a healing effect, he now has a psychological shadow on the thing, and will not take it out in leisure.
"Open your mouth."
"Ah—" Hippamira was very well-behaved.
Everyone's eyes were focused on his actions, Brando opened the milky white bottle and put a drop of the liquid like pure golden morning dew on the tip of Hippamira's tongue.
It was like a miracle. In an instant, the complexion of the priest girl became ruddy, and the originally dry skin was refilled with moisture and became moisturized. The inside regained a healthy blood color, and the gray-golden color like withered grass grew. The hair became bright and dazzling again, like a silk satin made of pure gold, draped between the girl's neck.
Hippamira uttered a cry of surprise, and sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and the sheet immediately slid down her chest, revealing the bandage that could barely block the spring light inside.
Brando felt the heat of his nose and quickly turned his head.
The priest was stunned, and then she pulled up the sheet in embarrassment, her face was a little hot. Medissa looked at the two men sullenly.
"Martha is here, is this the legendary No. 1 holy water?" Princess Magdal didn't care too much. She stood up from her position in shock. She is a devout believer. Naturally, the holy relics in the legend of the temple have long been heard.
But Brando shook his head and replied: "This is not holy water No. 1, this is an angel heart bottle. The legendary holy archangel sacrificed himself for the miracle of permanent residence in the world."
"Angel Heart Bottle," Medissa looked at the sacred object in Brando's hand in surprise: "That is a legendary sacred object, Lord Lord, you actually got this thing."
Although Princess Magdal had never heard of this sacred object, it did not prevent her from understanding the previous miracle. Miss Hippamilla, who was almost taken away by death, was sitting on the bed with a radiant face. Is the best proof.
"You always have a special way," she squatted down slightly and bowed to Brando sincerely. "We were all helpless at first, but you can always bring us hope and be the best for me. It’s the same with my friend Griffith, and it is also with me. Whether it is in Amperexel, or in Port Rouen, or right now, you can always lead us out of the predicament."