The last image in Woody's consciousness was him opening the dark car, sitting in, and then he couldn't hold on any longer.
Fighting day and night, in addition to high mental stress, there were also toxins in the blood that affected his body.
Hallucinations, dizziness, and fatigue came one after another like mountains.
…
I opened my eyes slightly again, and what came to my hazy retina was the familiar yet unfamiliar European-style ceiling...
This is his room.
The need of his body made him groan subconsciously, and after regaining his senses, he noticed that there was someone nearby.
He pursed his dry and cracked lips and murmured.
"...water...is there any water?"
"Ah...yes! Wait a minute..." It was another familiar voice, and the owner of the voice seemed a little surprised.
Woody's confused thoughts didn't even have time to think about who it was, and with a burst of rustling, he felt his body lying on the bed being dragged up by someone's hands on his back.
The hand is very small, and the owner of the hand can feel that it is still shaking, obviously not strong enough.
Woody exerted a slight force on his waist and used this force to sit up, leaning against the soft bedside cushion of the same color as the quilt cover.
Then Woody, whose consciousness was gradually awakening, felt a cold cup rim touch his dry lips, and then warm water poured into his dry mouth and into his dry throat, and he swallowed faster and faster.
The faster.
Perhaps because he was worried that he would choke if he drank too quickly, Woody felt that the rim of the cup tilted upward slightly, which slowed down the flow of water.
"Cousin, drink slowly, there is still a lot..." The other person was persuading, as if coaxing a two or three-year-old human cub, full of patience and gentleness.
In such a large wine estate, you can use this title to talk to him.
There is only his cousin and aunt's daughter - Verandu Edith.
However, she is less naughty and tit-for-tat than before, and is becoming more and more like her mother, Lady Susan.
After drinking the water in the cup, after he fully opened his eyes, what appeared in his field of vision was Weilanduo's beautiful girl's face. She was kneeling on his bed with one hand holding up the drinking water.
Porcelain cup, one hand holding the cotton cloth that was about to wipe the water stains on his lips, his light blue eyes full of joy and worry.
"Weilandu, I can do it myself."
He raised his slightly raw right hand, took the cotton cloth from him, and wiped it on his lips haphazardly.
Then he met the helpless eyes of the blonde aristocratic girl.
He tried to regain his former composure and pretended to be relaxed.
"Get used to it. I'm not porcelain. I don't need to wipe it carefully."
"By the way, Weilanduo, don't you have to go to class today?"
Woody tried to change the subject.
"You forgot, tomorrow is the Harvest Festival..."
Of course Weilanduo wouldn't say that she took half a day off to come back. Anyway, she didn't like the two theology classes this afternoon.
My head hurts just looking at her, don't even listen.
In particular, the teacher gave an example of how her mother's belief in God made her originally depressed family rich and her life happy.
She doesn't agree with this.
The teacher had no idea how much effort her mother had made for the family. She locked herself in the study every night. Sometimes when she woke up at twelve o'clock at night, she could see that the light in the study opposite the manor was still on.
.
How could it be because of belief in God? All of this is due to mother's own efforts...
"Harvest Festival...how many days have I been unconscious?"
Woody was a little confused and remembered that before he fell into coma, there were at least two days left before the Harvest Festival.
"It's been a day and a night. You didn't know that when you came back yesterday, you shocked my mother and I."
"If the doctor hadn't said you were still alive, I would have thought..."
The aristocratic girl patted her small breasts, and she still feels a little scared when she thinks about it.
Woody's appearance in the carriage was not good-looking at that time. Not to mention the black blood scab exposed on his chest, just the face that became colorful due to toxins would have frightened people around him who had never seen Woody like this before. If
If it weren't for the still heaving chest, I would have thought that I almost died.
Fortunately, her mother made a quick decision and used the powerful healing potion purchased from the temple as a family reserve. At that time, Woody's livid color improved a lot. Later, she also invited a private doctor to check and make sure that there was nothing wrong with her, so she felt relieved.
"What happened to you that day? You were injured so badly and you were poisoned. My mother didn't allow me to ask, and I didn't dare to say anything..."
Weilanduo was a little concerned. It was obvious that she had no one to complain to these days, which made her a little depressed.
"Met a bad guy."
Woody intentionally ignored it, but Weilando stood up for him.
"That's not something you should do. This is what the City Guards Department should do. They receive so much sponsorship from us every year, but it's all for nothing..."
The girl imitated the tone of her mother, Lao Qiu Hengsheng, but then she became depressed again.
"Cousin Woody, please promise me that you will run away next time you encounter danger, and don't just stand there stupidly and let others hit you, okay..."
Her voice was a little pleading, especially when she saw the hope in those light blue eyes.
Woody choked up immediately and thought for a long time before speaking leisurely.
"What if I can't run away..."
"It's impossible that you can't run away. You have me, mother, and Uncle Cromwell. We will all help you. Don't take risks next time, okay, Cousin Woody."
"Just stay quietly in the manor and learn carving. I really like the ornaments you carved. You will definitely become the kingdom's master carver in the future..."
The pleading look cast by the innocent girl made Woody not know what to say for a moment. He could only nod silently and fell into deep thought.
Seeing Woody gradually becoming depressed, Weilanduo thought that the young man in front of her was tired again.
Therefore, although there were still many things he wanted to say, he still stopped talking, picked up the porcelain cup, took the cotton cloth and got out of bed, saying that he would prepare some pea soup for him and go to inform his mother.
Woody nodded to show his understanding, and then looked at the leaving figure of the girl who had never taken off her aristocratic college dress, silently lost in thought.
At this time, his retinas were filled with rows of data information prompts.
Woody clicked to view.
Rows of data jumped out directly, occupying all his sight.
——"Your saving throw decreases and your poisoning status worsens."
——"Reduce health value by 3 points..."
——"You have entered a coma."
——"Physique restores 1 point of life..."
——"You have taken a powerful healing potion and are recovering."
——"Increase health by 20 points"
——"The poisoning state is weakened."
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Until finally, a row of data appears.
——"The poison disappears and the saving throw is successful"
——"You have suffered a total of 60 points of poison damage, and you have developed a certain resistance to the poison..."
——"Immunity +3, you gain the "Weak Poison Resistance" expertise."
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Weak resistance expertise is extremely difficult to obtain even among saints in previous lives. It requires the player's body to endure the torment and damage caused by the environment for dozens of hours in order to have a certain chance of obtaining it. The longer it lasts, the less likely it is to obtain it.
The higher.
Therefore, in the Northland you can often see players putting their bodies naked into the ice and snow to exercise their resistance to the cold.
Like the frost-blooded orcs who live in the North, their cold resistance is at least medium, which makes them largely immune to the effects of cold on the body. White dragons are born with high cold resistance and are immune to any damage caused by the cold system.
harm.
Therefore, when the winter wolves, the overlord of the North, hunt white dragons, they rely more on their sharp claws rather than the cold breath given to them by magic.
A brand new panel also appeared in front of Woody's thinking.
