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Chapter Thirty-Seven. The Dead Paladin(1/2)

"Sir, hold on!"

This evacuation team of the Difenni Village temporary guard team has successfully escaped the pursuit of the group of wolf-headed men. They rode several carriages and slowly moved forward on the bumpy path.

But there was no joy on the faces of these people who had narrowly escaped death, and almost everyone had dark clouds on their brows.

The few optimistic young people also lowered their heads. They whispered to each other, and their content did not reveal any feeling of improvement.

In the carriage in the middle of the procession, a group of Camouflaged men were surrounding a dying man.

"Oops, this poison is already..."

They made room in the middle of the carriage, took off their coats and spread them on the wooden planks so that the man could lie down flat on his back.

Davidson, the leader, unbuttoned the man's chest and took off his shirt.

The two strong pectoral muscles of this man's chest were already bulging with blue veins, and the skin was bloated with purple blood clots.

They had tried their best to bandage the wound on the man's left waist with clean cloth.

Although the bleeding had stopped long ago, these people were still helpless to deal with what was really eating away at this person's life.

"Is there any hope? Caron, haven't you been bitten by a snake before? Can you tell me whether the poison can still be cured?"

"Davidson, you have to know that I was just bitten by a snake, and it can't be cured."

The middle-aged man named Caron spread his hands and expressed that he was helpless.

"Then do you still remember how you were saved? Tell me! Maybe it can be of some use now."

"How can I remember what happened three years ago?"

Cuarón shook his head, and felt that he felt a little guilty for not saying anything under Davidson's eager and pleading eyes, so he still said:

"I only remember that a short while after I was bitten by the beast, I fell down foaming at the mouth. I don't remember the specific things clearly. I only heard others say that I was in Poros that day.

The husband is in our village, and I was carried to him to save my life."

"Mr. Poros? That Mr. Poros? But where can we find a doctor as good as Mr. Poros now?"

The emotion expressed by the person next to Davidson spoke to everyone's feelings.

Usually no one else walks on this trail, and the surrounding area is also deserted.

Now it is difficult for them to find a living person, let alone find a doctor with good medical skills.

"Jones, we can't just give up like this?! Belkas saved everyone's lives. If he hadn't risked his life to cut off our rear, we would have all been handed over to those wolf-faced beasts."

Davidson had great respect for this man who seemed to have no hope of recovery, and he was not willing to give up on saving this man's life.

"But...what can we do now?"

Jones asked rhetorically. His half-torn face was sewn up with the needle and thread he found, and tied layer by layer with strips of cloth.

Although he applied some ointment, after the wound healed, he still had a centipede-like scar on his face.

"but!!"

Davidson was trying to argue something.

"We...we can't do anything anymore..."

Someone murmured softly to the side, causing him to stop.

The car was already quiet, except for the squeaking wheels and wooden wheels.

This sentence was heard clearly by the people around him, but no one refuted it for a while.

Eventually even Davidson sat down.

He lowered his head deeply and closed his eyes, no longer looking at the man's face twisted in pain and spreading poison.

Yes, there is nothing they can do.

These people are just ordinary villagers in the village and do not have much experience in medical care.

They might be able to deal with a simple trauma, but this unknown poison is something they can't handle.

"I...already..."

A weak voice like a candle flame destroyed by the strong wind broke the silence of everyone.

"Mr. Belkas! Are you okay?"

"Yes, just wait and we will find a way."



When they realized who this heart-wrenching voice came from, these people who were originally depressed immediately exploded.

They stood up one after another, and even the driver who was driving the car put down what he was doing and leaned towards the man.

People never expected that Belkas, who had been so deeply poisoned, could actually wake up.

So much so that people thought that this man had taken back his life from the God of Death.

"Okay! Everyone, give way! Give way!"

The hero who saved his life woke up, and those who didn't know the situation were naturally overjoyed.

But those around Belkas knew that Belkas's physical condition had not improved.

The horrible poisonous spots on his body not only showed no tendency to fade away, but were actually darker than before.

"Lord Belkas."

Davidson knelt on the ground, put his hand to the back of Belkas' head, and raised Belkas' head slightly so that he could relax.

"Thanks...ahem..."

Belkas held his chest. Although his clothes had been untied, he still felt like something was pressing on his chest, making him breathless.

"Sir, are you... okay?"

Davidson originally hoped that Belkas could get out of this toxic erosion on his own, but obviously this miracle did not happen before his eyes.

"I should be leaving soon..."

Belkas smiled.

It seems that the ending he is about to face is not a big deal.

The pain caused by the poison raging in the body has gradually faded away in his perception. When his body lost consciousness, Belkas actually felt more relaxed.

"Lord Belkas, what can we do for you?"

Belkas's slightly opened eyes were full of energy, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

But veterans like Davidson, who often wanders on the battlefield, know that this is not a sign of recovery, but a reflection of the light before death.

"I was a little careless," Belkas squinted his eyes and recalled what happened at that time. "Those orcs are really not a fuel-efficient lamp. I didn't prevent myself from being stabbed in the back. It seems that I have indeed become naive.

Already…”

"Ah...I don't need you to do anything. I am responsible for everything..."

What Belkas said earlier did not answer Davidson's question. He paused for a while and seemed to remember what Davidson had just said to him.

"How is that possible? Sir, you saved all of our lives. Is there no way I can save you?"

"After being poisoned, I still exerted force, and the poison had spread throughout my body..."

Seeing that Davidson refused to give up, Belkas explained his situation to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to cough violently and began to spit out dark purple blood clots.

This caused everyone to panic, and they quickly stopped the carriage completely.

Five or six people carried Belkas out of the narrow carriage. Several people took off their coats and spread their clothes on the ground, letting Belkas lie flat on it.

"I'm hopeless,"

After the commotion just now, the sparkle that had just existed in Belkas's eyes also dissipated.

Even if the best doctors came, they couldn't let Belkas live any longer.

Faced with an outcome that could no longer be changed, Belkas himself acted very calmly.

The sky at this time was beautiful, blue and pure, with not even a single dark cloud in sight.

The slightly slanted sun emits light that is not dazzling.

The breeze blows from the forest, bringing with it the familiar chirping of mountain birds.

Belkas closed his eyes.

He was calculating how long his dissipating life, which was about to come to an end, would allow him to feel the taste of this land in his final moments.

This man has accepted his fate, and those who understand him remain silent.

They felt a very depressing and indescribable sadness - the life of such a familiar person was about to end in front of them.

Moreover, this person had saved their lives before.

"Then, do you have anything to explain? We will tell Yuffie and Nia."
To be continued...
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