A cry came from behind. Fore, who had not gone far, rushed over and supported her. But Sisia had completely passed out. Fore called her name several times, but her face and eyes did not move.
"I told you that Miss needs to rest!" Foer took a deep breath and turned to the man and said. The few people who came to greet him arrived at this time and took Sicia from Foer's hand.
"Take it back to your room to rest first." Foer told several people, and immediately took out a cigarette box-like metal box from the outer pocket on the suitcase. It was all silver and white and handed it to one of them. "Give this to me."
Give it to Dr. Sal in the tribe, he will know what proportion to deliver."
After several people left with Xicia, Foer straightened his body on the spot, and the kindness and gentleness on his face disappeared in an instant: "I have lived for seventy-three years, and I have followed the trajectory of ordinary people. Indeed,
There is not much necessity to live. Compared with you, you are still very young and may come into contact with a more exciting world in the future. So you should pay more attention to your health. After all, I have actually lived through these seventy-three years.
It doesn’t matter about life or death. But you,,,"
The man glanced at the people who had come to the corner of the corridor, and then his eyes fell on Fore: "No need to threaten me, you can try if you want. I hope to see this happen. However, it seems that you are determined to put your life on the line."
It’s bound to Sisia.”
"Without Miss, you are nothing!"
"That was in the past. Who is nothing now? Do you need me to say it clearly? You must know how to constantly examine your status and identity. In the past, you called her a saint, but now, by the way, when you go to the airport
, the Fire Tribe came again, and it became one-tenth of the original size, and it was all packed in a wooden box." The man compared the size with his hands, showing an exaggerated expression, "Remember to tell our respected saint, if we still
If there is any leftover, I will leave a share to her."
Ignoring Fore again, the man turned and walked towards the hall. The situation needed to be reported. After a few steps, the man turned his head with a look of ecstasy on his face. He clenched his fist and hit his head with the knuckle of his index finger, making a "ta-da" sound.
Metallic Voice: "There is good news that I forgot to tell you. The Flame Tribe said that our respected Holy Girl will go to the training ground in a week, and said that she will conduct the first evaluation after returning to the country. Remember
Well, Old Butler Foer, I wish you good luck, after all, the tribe depends on her."
"You also remember what I said!" Foer said, his emotions suppressed in his heart and never revealed. It wasn't until the man left that he released his grip on the magazine-type pistol behind his back. It's not that he didn't fire.
His courage is not about cherishing his own life. He knows that there is a gap between him and men, and bullets can only break the air.
Going to the rest room prepared for Sisia, Dr. Sal had already started delivering diluted medicine to her.
"It was caused by overexertion." Sal packed up the simple utensils. "Probably, on the way back, the lady knew that these situations would happen, which put huge pressure on herself, and then it exploded at that moment."
"Just have a good sleep." Sal stopped outside the room and said, "Old Butler Ful, please be patient sometimes. Most people in the tribe are sincerely grateful to the young lady, but it is hindered by the patriarch's words.
Batch people,,,"
The words must have been endless, so Ful thanked Sal, looked at Sisia's face that was completely in a deep sleep, sighed and left the room, and the door closed gently behind him.
After staying in front of the door for more than an hour, the young man came over chatting and laughing with a group of people. Foer saw the tribe leader and several familiar faces. The people from Kos were also among them.
Although he was unwilling, Foer still bent down to say hello. He was completely ignored, and he was not allowed any room to resist or argue. The next moment, a huge force acted on him. He stepped back and couldn't keep up, and Foul fell to the floor.
After rubbing for a meter or two, I stopped my body completely. I took several breaths before I could catch my breath.
However, a few people had already entered the room. Foer immediately got up and went to the door. Those people were already standing in front of the bed.
The man took out a small flashlight and opened Xicia's eyelids to verify whether she had truly passed out.
"It's not like he's pretending. It's exactly what Sal said. Excessive fatigue led to coma." Both eyes looked at each other, and several people came to the same result.
"Fuer, report as soon as you wake up." The tribe leader is a middle-aged man with dark and shiny hair, like steel needles passing through rare metals. His face is very wide, with muscle lines visible, and he is almost two years old.
The body width of an adult is consistent.
They didn't ask why Fore didn't reply. Not many people in this group cared about this. They also knew that Fore was on Sisia's side. Several people walked past Fore, one of whom was wearing a black dress.
The man stopped in front of him and looked at him carefully.
"It has been more than a year and a half since the sacrificial ceremony ended. The latest survival rate of the group of people who entered as low-level strangers so far is, well, when I think about it, it seems to be less than 1%.
Fifteen years old." The man's words were very appropriate, but the content was not that pleasing. In other words, he did it entirely on purpose.
Watching the group of people leaving, Foer wanted to pull out his pistol and shoot out the bullets in an instant, leaving a hole in each of their heads. However, he also understood that the result of his doing so would be that his fingers would not be able to
If the trigger is pressed, the neck will be broken in advance. Foer knows that he cannot understand or understand the level of fighting intensity they have.
After taking a look at Sisia in the room, Foer could only close the door and squat down by the door with some disappointment. Only then did he remember to pull open a corner of his clothes, and there was a red patch on the upper left waist, and a few finger prints were clearly visible.
He didn't even know who slapped him just now.
Dr. Sal arrived soon after, foreseeing what was going to happen, and brought some medicine.
"Miss will go back to the training ground of the Fire Tribe soon. Old housekeeper, you'd better come with us and don't come back." Sal spoke after giving Fore some medicine to help treat the red and swollen areas.
"You didn't kill me because you still have some connection with the Flame Tribe?"
Sal nodded: "They expect that this connection will disappear in a week or two. By that time, Old Housekeeper Fore, Miss Fore may just be an additional test subject for the ceremony at that time."
"Even if that's the case, that's..." Fore himself couldn't answer the question. More than a year and a half ago, since the information about the sacrificial ceremony was suddenly leaked by some people in the Fire Alliance's information network, in the end
Several large tribes joined forces and took the initiative to release information. Later, many people had various interpretations of this, and Foer also knew some.
"I'll just stay here." Fore finally said, sighing.
The winter night was very quiet, and the temperature was not unbearable for Foer, who was a stranger. It was like this all night long. Foer was thinking alone by the door, thinking a lot. He knew the city.
High-explosive gunpowder is sold somewhere. As long as there is enough quantity, it is not a bad idea to blow up most of the building where he is. He also knows where there are mercenaries operating, but he cannot afford the price. He has thought of many ways and investigated.
A lot of information, but there are many things that an ordinary stranger like him only knows.
He spent the whole night thinking about these things, and when the lights in the corridor became darker in his eyes, the sky had turned white. When he noticed the span of time, he heard a voice calling him.
"Butler Foer." Coming from the side room, Foer immediately became energetic. He opened the door and saw Sicia wearing a long skirt and pajamas, with her hair spread behind her head, sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and her head bowed. The tube was used to transport medicine.
It has been unplugged.
"Miss, it's a little after eight in the morning, you can still take a break..."
Sisia, who was beside the bed, raised her head at this moment. In her opened eyes, a pair of faintly beating bright red cross pupils suddenly stopped Fule's steps and his gentle words of concern.
Foer lowered his head and his heart jumped. This was the most intuitive effect of fear.
"Steward Foer, apart from the tribe, where else can there be an advanced communicator that can be used immediately?" The voice was indeed Sisia's, but Foer heard a different flavor. It was not a weak tone, it seemed like an order.
Such questions!
"There is one in the tribe, miss, and you can use it immediately." After taking a deep breath, Foer reminded.
"Too dangerous."
Fulton paused for a moment. Even though Sisia's voice was weak and the timbre and tone had not changed in any way from before, he felt an extremely huge sense of peace from his instinct.
"Besides other tribes in this city, the only one I know except a few merchants is the Cherry Wood Hotel in the center of the city."
"Prepare the limousine, we'll leave in five minutes." Xicia closed her eyes, as if processing the information she saw was a huge drain on her, "By the way, there should be a fee, remember to bring some money.
"
"Got it, Miss." Foer breathed out and then looked up. Sicia was still Sicia in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out where this sense of dissonance came from. However, he felt happy in his heart, because he
He thinks that after Sisia woke up, he chose the path he thought was the best choice.
Foer turned around, but immediately stopped: "Miss, where is the patriarch?"
"Don't worry about them, just wait for me in the garage."
The footsteps disappeared, and Xicia opened her eyes and began to breathe heavily. The cross pupil that was beating just now was only in one eye, and it was still dissipating. She stood up at this time, and took out the luggage from the suitcase.
She found thick clothes and put them on, repeating a series of numbers as if to herself. But she felt that she couldn't remember it, so she immediately took out a pen, picked up a book at random, opened it and wrote it down.