Dense fog blocked the bright moonlight at night.
Nearly twenty injured nobles and guards were lying in the lobby on the first floor of the Christie Manor Villa. Due to the large number of people in this winter hunting, many nobles did not bring their followers. Therefore, when encountering this unexpected situation, everyone was caught off guard and died in the oak tree.
There were more people inside the forest. From outside the manor to the villa hall, there were traces of blood all the way. Everyone hid in the manor in embarrassment.
The Christie family guards guarded the villa tightly. When the manor villa was first built, its own defense capabilities were already taken into consideration when designing it. There are taller watchtowers on the four corners of the villa, and there are watchtowers on the top of the tower.
There are standard military crossbows and fire oil, and there are also walls around the manor villa to protect against wild beasts.
Since the opponent was the skeleton soldiers and ghosts of the undead tribe, Darcy Christie immediately ordered to completely light up the entire manor. There were at least nearly a hundred pine oil torches lit all around. Although the skeleton soldiers chased them to the edge of the oak forest, they were all gone.
They retreated, but maybe they would come back soon. The servants in the manor also took action, not only to accommodate the injured who returned, but also to arrange for other guests.
The whole villa seemed messy. Mrs. Christie was helping her niece Darcy to comfort the overly frightened guests. Some of the nobles who had returned all the way were sitting on the sofas in the hall to rest. Almost everyone was talking about life and death.
After walking back and forth on the verge of death for several times, I was so exhausted physically and mentally that I didn't even want to speak. I put my weapon within easy reach and began to seize the time to rest.
So many people died this time, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed a bit dull.
Swordsman Leonard was also sitting in the corner of the sofa area. He stood the long sword in his hand against the wall. He looked a little uneasy as he sat there. He looked at Darcy Christie who was busy appeasing everyone several times.
He looked like he was about to speak but stopped.
Miss Fanny was sitting opposite him. Compared to Leonard Swordsman's panic, Miss Fanny was much calmer. Even if she was stared at by a ghost in the oak forest, it didn't scare her.
, she was wearing a leather hunting suit and kept looking at Swordsman Leonard.
Although Mrs. Christie was very dissatisfied with her, since she was a guest of the Christie family, she could only suppress it in her heart.
If Miss Fanny hadn't been hiding behind Miss Hoyle just now when she was avoiding the ghost attack, I'm afraid Tax Collector Bird wouldn't have had her arm cut off by the ghost, and would have been seriously injured and lying unconscious in the hall. Just imagine that just now
If Tax Collector Byrd had not come forward, it might have been Miss Hoyle lying there at this time. Mrs. Christie glanced at her niece worriedly. Miss Hoyle looked a little dull and stood beside Tax Collector Byrd.
It seems that this unexpected incident has hit her hard. Originally, I took her to participate in the winter hunting just to let her relax, but now it has become worse.
Karl was trying to find a way to contact the rescue squadron outside the guard camp. In this emergency, the Helensa City rescue squadron should be the first to rush to Ice Lake Manor. He had just suffered a slight injury in the battle, and his arm was still tied
There was a trace of blood on the bandage, but she was in good condition. After returning to the manor, she immediately joined in the defense work of the manor. This positive attitude made Mrs. Christie's heart warm.
Thinking that her best friend Miss Brenda's lover, Baron Llewellyn, died in the oak forest, Mrs. Christie had a headache. She didn't know how to explain this to her best friend when she returned to the city of Helensa.
Among the busy crowd, she saw Carl's friend, Knight Suldak, squatting next to Tax Collector Byrd, re-bandaging Tax Collector Byrd's wounds. The saber in his hand exuded a faint sacred light.
Under the illumination of the holy light, Tax Collector Bird's wounds scabbed over the surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If he hadn't been wearing the priest's robes from the Temple of Liberty, Mrs. Christie would have thought he was a fighting priest from the famous temple. And now, after the archbishop of the temple rejected the Angel Bald royal family's order to go to war,
, everyone in the Green Empire knew that there would be no priests or priests in the temple to participate in the plane war. The first thing that Mrs. Christie thought of was that the saber in Surdak's hand might be an epic weapon with its own healing light.
In the lobby on the first floor of the villa, there was more than one person who had the same idea as Mrs. Christie, and nearly twenty injured people had only received simple treatment for the time being. Everyone watched eagerly as Suldak treated Bird Tax Collector
After a while, everyone hoped that the young knight would be the one to save him next. Some friends of the injured gathered around Suldak so that they could wait for him to finish treating Bird Tax Collector as soon as possible.
Invite Surdak over.
Fortunately, Darcy Christie came over in time and stopped the chaos. As the owner of the manor, she explained to everyone that Suldak would treat every injured person, but the specific situation was that
The seriously injured will be treated in the order of priority. Please wait patiently for the injured who did not receive treatment from the Surdak Knights in time.
With Darcy Christie stepping in to coordinate this matter, the lobby on the first floor of the villa became much more orderly.
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But at this time, Suldak also became the busiest person in the manor. He shuttled between the injured with a shining saber in his hand that was extremely eye-catching.
The reason why the injured noble was not carried to the guest room to rest was to facilitate the centralized treatment in the lobby on the first floor. The maids continuously brought hot water over to clean the wounds. The manor had a limited reserve of emergency hemostatic bandages. Fortunately,
This kind of first-aid bandage is a must-have for travel, and most people have it in their hands. However, few people can get higher-level healing potions.
In today's world where magic herbs are scarce, healing potions are not something that can be bought with money.
Suldak did a lot of dealing with wounds when he was in the second team of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment. He could skillfully tie a bow on a bandage with one hand, and treat wounds in the hall.
In the case of the injured person, he acted unswervingly. He almost cured this person and then rushed to the next injured person without stopping. Fortunately, the injured person had some friends around him to take care of him, and many people were caring for him.
The wound was treated in advance and just waited for him to rush over and use the Holy Light Technique to treat it, which saved a lot of unnecessary trouble.
A nobleman was lying on the marching carpet. His face was pale due to excessive blood loss. He looked at the shining saber in Surdak's hand. He probably wanted to distract himself from the pain in his body, and his eyes fell.
The saber in Surdak's hand was slightly emitting holy light, and he asked him:
“Knight Suldak, does this saber of yours have a name?”
In the Grimm Empire, every epic weapon has a distinguished name. For example, there is a gold-decorated shield in the temple called the 'Emissary of Zakarum'. It is said that this shield was once owned by a dragon knight.
Epic weapons. In the warehouse on the top floor of the Hunters Guild in the Imperial City, there is still a heavy crossbow named 'Brisadore Kenan' stored there. This heavy crossbow, which many hunters call a cannon, can be regarded as representing the Green Empire.
The highest skill in making crossbows.
Surdak was concentrating on treating the wound on his leg. This was a wound made by a skeleton soldier with an axe. If it had been more severe, it might have broken the leg bone. Surdak didn't know that he
Will he be able to walk normally in the future? He doesn't know how to perform tendon suturing and can't reconnect the broken tendons. He can only use the Holy Light Technique to speed up wound healing and prevent him from dying of excessive blood loss.
“Shine.” Surdak replied casually.
His attention fell entirely on the wounded person's wounds, and he had to concentrate on channeling the power of the Holy Light into the nodes within his body.
“Well...that’s a really good name.” The injured noble could only barely praise it.
This nobleman probably did some research on enchanted weapons. He had never heard of any epic weapon called "Shine". When his eyes fell on the magic pattern on the Shining Saber, he was slightly startled.
The minimalist magic pattern doesn't look like a precious epic weapon.
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Darcy Christie stood on the stairway of the first floor hall with a somewhat ugly face. She looked at the mess in the hall. Before she could count the number of victims, she couldn't help but become extremely irritable.
She really wanted to hide in a quiet room at this time to calm down her almost furious heart, but it happened that she needed to stand up and take charge of the situation here in the manor.
She asked the manor's warden. Before this, there had never been any undead in the hunting grounds of Ice Lake Manor. Now that so many people have died all at once, I'm afraid even her father, Marquis Christie, will be implicated.
She saw the busy Suldak in the crowd, her face softened slightly, and she thought to herself: It seems that Hathaway and Beatrice are quite accurate in seeing people.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the manor's butler came from the kitchen. This butler was specially transferred from Christie Castle because of the winter hunting activities.
He reminded Darcy that Christie had been preparing for the dinner for a long time, and more than half a day had passed since lunch. Under normal circumstances, many guests would have been hungry, but at this time, everyone was escaping through the oak forest.
The excitement has not subsided yet, so not many people feel hungry.
And with this kind of scene, I’m afraid not many people can still be in the mood to enjoy the dinner.
However, from the perspective of the owner of the manor, Darcy Christie should invite everyone to dinner. After some invitations, less than half of the people rushed to the restaurant to dine, and everyone quickly filled their stomachs with stew and white bread.
Belly, restore your strength as soon as possible. No one knows when those skeleton soldiers will appear again.
Darcy Christie was sitting at the head seat of the dining table, looking at Miss Fannie who was eating a juicy and tender steak. She sat straight on her chair, elegantly cut the steak with her hands, and looked at it medium rare.
There was blood oozing out of the meat steak. Darcy Christie thought of the wounds of so many injured people in the hall. However, this bloody meat steak did not affect Miss Fanny's appetite at all. She even quickly tore open a soft white meat steak.
Put the bread into your mouth.
The swordsman Leonard sitting opposite her looked a little flustered. He didn't even have much appetite. He just stuffed the baked wheat cake into his mouth tastelessly and drank some stew. Darcy Christie and Lun
Swordsman Leonard is a classmate of the Advanced Swordsmanship Academy in Bena Province. She knows Swordsman Leonard very well. Swordsman Leonard would not even look at these two kinds of food.
At first, Darcy Christie just thought that Swordsman Leonard might be frightened by this unexpected incident, but just now Mrs. Christie secretly said something to her, which immediately aroused her suspicion and made her feel a little guilty.
He glanced at Miss Hoyle who had been silent all this time. If he hadn't insisted on pulling her into the magic caravan, I'm afraid Hoyle would have been in the castle at this time. She hadn't recovered from the ridicule of those young nobles, but she actually
This happened again.
Darcy Christie sighed softly, this was something she never expected.
"After dinner, arrange those guests who need to rest into the guest rooms to rest. All the guest rooms on the first floor will be reserved for the injured. We must take good care of them." Darcy Christie put down the meal in her hand.
He took the knife, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, called the butler and gave instructions.
“Okay, miss.” The housekeeper replied quickly and cautiously.
“When will the support from the family arrive soon?” Darcy Christie leaned into the steward’s ear and asked him.
There were a few wrinkles on the butler's forehead. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Even if everything goes well, we will have to wait until tomorrow morning..."
In fact, he hid a sentence behind him that he didn't finish: 'If it doesn't go well, I'm afraid no one will come for a while.'
"That means we have to survive tonight on our own strength..." Darcy Christie murmured to herself.
Watching Leonard Swordsman and Miss Fanny finish their meal, stand up and leave the restaurant at the same time, Darcy Christie's brows furrowed together.
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When we were in Christie Castle, the rooms of Swordsman Leonard and Miss Fanny were thoughtfully arranged next to each other.
At Ice Lake Manor, although the guest rooms were tight, the two of them were still assigned two separate rooms. The only thing that dissatisfied Miss Fannie was that there were at least eight guest rooms between the two rooms. No matter what Miss Fannie wanted
To get to Swordsman Leonard's room, Swordsman Leonard would sneak over and pass by at least eight rooms. Obviously being so far apart would make it even more difficult for the two of them to secretly love each other.
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Miss Fanny glared at the stern-faced housekeeper with some reluctance, and was about to make her request to him, but Swordsman Leonard held her hand from behind.