Entering the City Hall, the city resident who called himself Boseke was brought before two witches.
He was about forty years old, with the typical appearance of a farmer, dark skin, large hands and feet, and his trouser legs were still covered with dry clods of dirt and grass roots.
"I, I know you..." The man looked a little nervous, rubbing his wrinkled hands, and bowed to Juan, saying, "You are Minister, my daughter is learning to read in the academy you run. She is a bit slow, please don't dislike her."
"Don't be nervous," Juan said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder, "Before coming here, I was also considered half a farmer—but my fields are the ever-changing sea, and the harvest is not as stable as yours. As for knowledge, it doesn't care about the identity of the learner. As long as the time is long enough, even the most clumsy person can master it, so your daughter will definitely graduate smoothly."
Boseke relaxed a lot after hearing this, and grinned with a simple and honest smile, "I only switched from farming to animal husbandry in the last two years, because His Majesty said that the salary for new industries would be higher." After saying that, he also bowed to Wendy, "You must be the administrator of the Witch Union. I didn't think I'd see you today."
Although not as influential as Juan among ordinary people, Wendy, as the person designated by His Majesty, often appeared frequently at various major ceremonies. Coupled with her bright red hair and unforgettable figure, it was not strange to be recognized. "Call me Wendy. You said you found a woman with wounds all over her body in the suburbs. Why do you think she looks like a witch?"
"Because...ordinary people can't grow parts that only animals have, right?" Boseke scratched his head, "At first, I thought it was just a piece of bloody rag, and I was going to tear it off and throw it away, but I didn't expect it to be connected to the woman! After looking closely, I realized that it was actually an animal tail!"
Animal...tail?
Wendy's heart thumped!
She suddenly remembered that as early as two months ago, a strange witch had indeed come to Neverwinter City. Because she had neither joined the Witch Union nor had in-depth contact with the sisters, her understanding of her all came from Nightingale's account. One of them was repeatedly mentioned, that was that she had a non-human appearance, with wolf-like ears and a long tail, which was obviously extremely strange, but was praised by His Majesty as very beautiful.
The witch's name was Luojia, who came from the tribal princess of the extreme southern border.
Could it be that Boseke found her!
"Where is she?" Wendy asked eagerly, "Take us to see her quickly!"
……
The farmer did not take the wounded home, but put her in a temporary rest shed in the pasture area.
When she saw the wolf girl lying motionless on the long chair, her clothes stained with blood, Wendy's heart sank.
Judging from the incomplete ears of the other party, she should be Luojia, but...what happened to make her look like this?
Covered in blood was not an exaggeration for her—it could be seen that her injuries were not a matter of a day or two. Some of the blood stains had dried up and turned dark brown, while others were still wet, obviously still slowly seeping out. From head to toe, bandages were tightly wrapped everywhere. Although it was impossible to directly observe the wounds, anyone who saw this scene would understand how serious her injuries were.
"Sir, this is a witch...right?" Boseke asked.
Wendy was a little dazed for a while and didn't answer. Juan answered him, "Yes, she is a witch. You did a great job."
"That's good. Didn't His Majesty announce in the announcement that witches should be reported to the City Hall immediately?" Boseke breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became worried again, "This little girl...can she still be saved?"
This sentence seemed to wake Wendy up, and she said in a deep voice, "I don't know, but we will definitely try our best—Juan, please help me take care of her, I will go find Tilly!"
"Okay, leave it to me."
Now that Nanawa and Lili are not in the city, Yezi's herbs are okay for minor injuries. Like Luojia's serious injuries, it is basically equivalent to a death sentence at ordinary times, but it is only a matter of time.
Fortunately, the first
batch of migrants from Sleeping Island also happened to arrive in Neverwinter City—if it is that person, maybe there is a way to save her life!
Thinking of this, Wendy ran faster.
She must seize every moment of the time.
Although the other party is not a member of the Witch Union, since she has come to Neverwinter City, it is a guidance from God. Under this guidance, Luojia has established some kind of connection with them.
She doesn't want to lose any more sisters.
……
Three days later, Wendy walked into the bedroom with a basin of hot water, and a strong smell of medicine filled the air.
"How is she?"
"I can only say she's still alive," Ash shook her head. "Her injuries have far exceeded the limit of self-healing. It's lucky that she was able to return to Neverwinter City. If it were a witch with ordinary will, she would have died in the wilderness."
As a transcendent with the most experience in emergency treatment of injuries, Ash naturally took over the subsequent nursing work. The full-body examination after stripping off the bloody clothes was also shocking. Under the bandages were wounds with broken skin and flesh, and some even showed bones. It took most of the day just to clean these wounds.
"But you don't need to worry too much," she pointed to the sunset on the other bed, "Haven't you noticed that her expression is much better than yesterday?"
"Is it?" Sunset said weakly, "Why don't I feel any improvement?"
"There's steamed chicken, fried eggs, salt-baked bird's beak mushrooms for dinner, and a bottle of Chaos Beverage," Ash curled her lips. "How do you feel now?"
The latter swallowed, "Well...it does seem to be a little better."
"See?"
Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Sunset, "Thank you for your hard work these days."
"It's just a matter of raising my hand," she smiled reluctantly. "After all, you helped Iffe, which is the same as helping us. Just don't let her die—otherwise I..."
"Don't worry, she won't."
The first person Wendy thought of was Sunset—this witch who originally belonged to the Bloodfang Association possesses an incredible ability to coexist with others through magic seeds. When the seed is planted, the two life forms will form a wonderful link, which can not only share pain, but also produce their own recovery effects. In addition, half of the supplements Sunset receives will also be provided to the symbiont, which can be said to be the most powerful guarantee for saving a dying person.
Roland had been in a coma for several months after the Battle of Divine Will. It was relying on Sunset's ability that he was able to maintain his life without eating or drinking.
Of course, Sunset was not the only one involved in this rescue.
Under the instructions of Tilly, a witch named Pandora stopped the wolf girl's internal and external bleeding, greatly reducing the pressure on both symbionts. The former was also the main healer on Sleeping Island, and played an important role in destroying the Bloodfang Association's conspiracy to rebel. Yezi's herbs protected the wound well, preventing it from further deterioration. In addition, the purified water that was refrigerated in the castle's basement along with the ice cubes, which was available for emergencies, also played a key role, ensuring that Luojia was never infected by the epidemic.
Everyone has done their best.
Whether the wolf girl can survive in the end depends on her own perseverance—the animal messenger who went to the Northern Region was released three days ago, and the days of waiting for a reply will be the most difficult time.
Just as Wendy was about to wipe her body, Luojia's finger suddenly twitched.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an illusion, but then she was surprised to find that the wolf girl had opened her mouth slightly.
"..."
She seemed to want to say something, but the voice was very soft and almost indistinguishable.
Wendy suppressed her excited heartbeat, leaned down, and put her ear to her mouth.
This time, she heard the other party's murmur.
"Devil..."
She repeated it again.
"The devil is coming."