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Just as Roland was squatting on the ground installing the base, three figures suddenly emerged from the void, staggering upon landing and collapsing to the ground together.
Anna was startled, and a cluster of green flames instantly rose into a wall of fire, blocking them from the two of them.
Roland looked up and saw that one of the women was Nightingale, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. She looked very disheveled, her cheeks flushed abnormally red, and despite the cold wind blowing outside, her forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat.
"Your Highness, please call Nana Wawa, quickly!"
She shouted, her anxiety overflowing in her words.
Roland had already noticed that the woman strapped to her back was pale and her eyes were closed. Half of her arm was missing, and the cloth wrapped around the stump was stained dark red with oozing blood.
"Kardan, go to the medical ward and bring Nana Wawa here!" He felt a pang in his heart and shouted towards the door.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Besides these two, there was also a little girl tucked under Nightingale's arm. She seemed to be fine, and her eyes were curiously looking around.
"Are you not injured?" Roland stepped forward and untied the cloth straps behind Nightingale, unloading the one-armed woman.
"I'm fine, Your Highness, cough cough... I'm sorry, I couldn't bring back the sisters of the Witches' Cooperation Association," Nightingale gasped, her voice weak and powerless, obviously she had experienced a long trek and her physical strength was almost exhausted.
"Don't say anything, rest first," Roland carried the unconscious, seriously injured woman, and then had Anna support Nightingale, and the five of them returned to the castle together. Nightingale's room was next to Anna's, and he ordered the maids to light the stove and prepare a large bucket of hot water in the room. After Nana Wawa arrived, he briefly explained the cleaning of the wound before treatment and other matters, and took a step back out of the room.
As long as she wasn't dead, Nana Wawa could restore her wounds to their original state, and saving her life wouldn't be a big problem. Nightingale had also brought the woman's severed arm back with her, but the arm had lost blood for too long, and he didn't know if it could be reattached. The subsequent cleaning and treatment required undressing, and as a new generation raised under the red flag, Roland consciously chose to avoid it.
But how did things get like this? He thought, could it be that the Witches' Cooperation Association camp was attacked by demonic beasts, so that only three people escaped? If that was the case, it would be a great loss.
He paced anxiously outside the door, and about half an hour later, the door was pushed open. The first one out was the little girl who had returned with Nightingale, looking unharmed. She nodded to Roland, "You are indeed as Nightingale said."
"..." Roland didn't come to his senses for a moment, "What did she say about me?"
"'A prince who cares about witches'." The other party gently closed the door, "It's a pity that this news is too shocking, so most people in the Witches' Cooperation Association didn't believe her. Actually, I don't believe it much either, but like my dad said, the world is so big, there are all kinds of people. I'm Lightning, Your Highness, nice to meet you." After saying that, she lowered her head and placed her right hand, palm cutting, on her left shoulder - it was probably a way of saluting.
However, Roland's mind was not on this, he keenly captured the phrase "most people didn't believe her." "The Witches' Cooperation Association camp wasn't attacked by demonic beasts?"
"Attacked? No... Why would you ask that?" She pointed her finger at her forehead, and then showed a suddenly enlightened expression, "Ah, I understand. The big sister whose arm was broken is called Wendy, she was injured by Hakala, the mentor of the Witches' Cooperation Association." Then, Lightning roughly recounted the events.
Roland fell silent after listening. So that's how it was... He thought, he had underestimated the cruel oppression of witches in this world. Accumulated over many years, the witches' distrust of the church and the upper nobility had reached its peak. And Hakala was one of the radicals. According to Lightning's description, the first thing this leader of the Witches' Cooperation Association wanted to do after gaining enough power was to eliminate people like himself.
Fortunately, Nightingale finally returned safely.
Not only that, but she also brought back two witches to Border Town. As for the model residential area project, Roland thought about it and decided to let Karl continue to build it. Even if it wasn't needed now, there would always be more witches in the future.
"Are you also a member of the Witches' Cooperation Association?"
"Not anymore," she spread her hands, "Like Wendy and Nightingale, since we've come out, we can't go back. Hakala is probably wishing she could swallow our hearts alive."
"She was pierced through the body by Nightingale, can she still survive?" Roland frowned and asked.
"Probably, there's a witch in the camp named Leaf who can increase the effectiveness of herbs several times," Lightning thought for a while, "If she uses more hemostatic grass and blood-dissolving agents, it shouldn't be a problem to save Hakala's life, but the effect is much worse than your witch."
That's really a troublesome thing, he thought, it's a bit ironic not to worry about being targeted by the church, but to end up being targeted by the witches. Fortunately, her main purpose is to find the Holy Mountain, and she shouldn't have time to trouble Nightingale now.
"You said before that you didn't completely believe Nightingale, so why did you escape from the Witches' Cooperation Association with her?"
"Because of the black machine that spews white gas, and the gray powder that turns into stone when it gets wet, and the Snow Powder that can explode with thunderous roars!" Lightning repeated what she had said to Nightingale, "There may not be a prince who treats witches well, but she shouldn't lie to me about these things, otherwise she wouldn't be able to fabricate them so vividly - it's an explorer's intuition. By the way, the big guy I saw in the yard just now is the black machine that spews white gas? Nightingale seems to call it... a steam engine?"
"Explorer?" Roland automatically ignored the last question.
"That's right, an explorer." She emphasized each word, "That's why I chose to come here with Nightingale. Explorers are full of curiosity about everything unknown."
"..." Roland sighed secretly, is this chuunibyou? Being able to pursue something beyond survival in this era must be from a wealthy family. Looking at her tomboyish dress and her golden short hair, "Are you really not Ezreal?"
"Who's that? My name is Lightning," the little girl said with her head held high.
Just then, Anna and Nana Wawa also pushed the door open and walked out.
"How is it," Roland asked, "Was the treatment smooth?"
Seeing Nana Wawa nod, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, a severed limb must be reattached within six to eight hours. Beyond this time limit, the success rate of the operation will be greatly reduced. And Lightning said that it took them almost a day to get here from the camp. During this time, the limb port was gradually shrinking, and there was almost no way to combine the nerves with conventional surgery. It can only be said that Nana Wawa's healing ability is indeed miraculous.
The little girl also seemed a little tired, as if this treatment had taken a lot of her energy. Roland encouraged her with a few words, "Thank you for your hard work. After dinner today, you can sleep with Anna."
Of course, he also had to bring Tigu Payne over, he thought.
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