My father was handling official business in the tent. Haha, my father's voice was very gentle when he was angry, but look at those hunters who were really bad. Although they were still talking about being special hunters for nobles, in the end they were "cracking"
After raising his broken gong voice and shouting aloud amidst the sound of the wrench, he still confessed obediently. Alas, it was boring. It was not as interesting as when I went outside to see wild flowers.
"Uncle Maize." I held up the water bag in my hand, "You've sweated a lot! Here's some water for you."
"Thank you! Cohen." Uncle Maize received the water bag, his voice was still so loud, haha.
"Uncle Maize." I looked at the iron cage behind him, "I want to see them."
"Look, but don't get too close."
"Why?" I said, "You can only see it clearly if you get closer."
"No!" Uncle Maize pointed to a cage next to him and said, "Cohen, look, this is a child from the dwarf tribe. He is very strong. He is very dangerous to you."
"This is an elf. If you get close to her, she might attack you with magic... This is from the winged tribe... This is from the sand tribe... Why does this little girl from the vampire tribe look sick?" The person who was introducing me
Uncle Maize's face tightened and he quickly walked into his father's tent.
Are you sick? I squatted down, put my hands on the iron railing, and leaned over to look at the little vampire girl carefully.
It was obvious that she was very weak, and her skin was covered with a layer of sickly paleness. Her originally golden hair had also lost its luster, and her eyes were tightly closed under her slender eyebrows. She seemed to be very cold, her body was curled together, and she kept
trembling.
"Please...save her...please...save her...I can be your...slave..." A weak voice came from the iron cage next to her.
I turned around and looked. Ah, it was the little girl from the elf tribe. Seeing my reaction to her words, she was struggling to stand up to get closer to me.
"Please, save her... Sister Weisha is about to die! Please save her... Although she is a vampire, she has never done anything bad..." Two strings of crystal tears overflowed from her eyes,
It dripped down her cheeks and fell to the ground. While whimpering and talking, she tried hard to reach out to me. Due to too much force, her face was caught in the bars of the iron cage and was deformed.
I completely forgot what Uncle Maize told me. Under such circumstances, I couldn't help but grab her extended hand.
"What can I do? I don't have magic power. I can't treat her." I kind of hated myself for being useless.
The elf's eyes flashed with hope. "No... please give me a dagger and something that can hold blood."
"What do you want to do? I don't understand."
"Sister Weisha wants to drink blood..." The elf lowered his head, "She is... please give it to me quickly..."
"No!" Another hoarse voice sounded from the cage next to her. "Winslee, you can't bleed anymore! They've been cutting your blood these days! If you do this again, you will die! If you want to cut me, cut me."
Right!"
I looked at this little boy from the Sand tribe and said, "What on earth is going on with you?"
"I beg you! I, Mogadi, can be your slave! Please bring me the knife!"
"No, Mogadi! You still have many injuries on your body..."
"It's me who's useless! If our wingmen's blood wasn't cold, I could have saved Weisha!"
I straightened the elf's hand with my right hand, and rolled up her sleeve with my left hand... There were shocking wounds all over her fair arms. Then look at the injured Sand children and the wailing little ones who were all covered with injuries.
Winged Man turned around and walked into his father's tent.
"Dad, give me a knife." I said to my father calmly.
"Okay Cohen. Wait a minute. Huh? What did you say?" The father's eyes widened.
"I said I wanted a knife, dad." I said calmly, "The little sister outside is about to die. Only blood can save her."
"Really? I can give you the knife, but haven't you always hated weapons? And..." The father was obviously thinking, because his hand was rubbing his forehead, "Whose blood are you going to cut?"
"Cut my blood, Dad."
"No!" Uncle Maize's loud voice said, "Cut me if you want!"
I shook my head, "Uncle Maize, my father is the governor of Dark Moon. He has his own responsibilities, and you, Uncle Maize, you are responsible for my father's safety. You also have your responsibilities. Your responsibilities require you to stay healthy."
It's normal and I can't let my decision affect you. And..." I looked at my father firmly, "I stick to my decision!"
"Maize, give your dagger to Cohen." The father obviously figured out something and reached out to stop Uncle Maize who was still trying to speak. "Look at him, don't let our hero bleed his own blood for the sake of his cute little sister."
Blood."
Holding back my extreme disgust, I took the dagger handed to me by Uncle Maize. I walked outside the tent and watched the guards open the iron cage holding Weisha and bring the trembling little girl over.
"Let me help you." Uncle Maize grabbed my hand holding the dagger. "You don't know how deep to cut."
"Get ready." The uncle said to the guard next to him, "Catch Master Cohen's blood! If a drop leaks, I will take off the feathers on your helmet and let you go to the toilet!"
In the confused eyes of the elves, winged men, sand tribe and dwarf children, Uncle Maize grabbed my hand and squeezed it slightly. The blade flashed, and my wrist felt cold first, then warmed, and bright red blood flowed out.
come out.
"Hurry up and pick it up!" Uncle Maize shouted in a loud voice. Why did it look like he was bleeding?
"Holy power of mercy!" Seeing that the bowl was almost half filled with blood, a magician guard began to chant, "Heal the person in front of me!" As his fingers moved, the wound on my wrist slowly closed.
Already...
"That's right! I forgot about it." I said to the magician guard, "Can you go and see the injuries on their bodies? They are seriously injured!"
"As you wish, Mr. Cohen. But you have to wait a moment." The magician did not turn around and walk away, but silently muttered something and tapped my head with his finger. Why is my head a little dizzy...
In a blur, I fell asleep...
"Your Majesty the Governor, why didn't you stop Cohen?"
"Maize, you know that I, a child, never want to touch swords."
"Yes I know."
"When I heard him asking me for a dagger, I couldn't describe my surprise in words."
"I don't understand, Your Excellency the Governor."
"My friend, this child has many differences from other children since he was a child. He is smart, kind, and has no magic power. The martial boy nature has nothing in him. His mother and I are very worried about what he will face when he grows up.
Life, after all, is a rapidly changing world..."
"Then what happened to Cohen today..."
"According to my observations, Cohen refuses to touch weapons because he hates killing so much...I don't know the reason, but today, he has the opportunity to understand that weapons can also be used to save people. You tell me, how could I possibly
Reject his request!"
"That's right! Mr. Cohen's expression was very firm at that time! I had no choice but to agree!"
"This is also the first time you call him Young Master."
"It's not surprising. Mr. Cohen has won the respect of everyone with his kindness and bravery today."
"Hahahahahaha, Maize, I'm very happy. How about you come and have a drink with me?"
"I'm sorry. Your Majesty the Governor, your subordinates are on duty."
"Oh! I forgot about this when I was happy. By the way, how about Cohen?"
"He didn't lose much blood and is sleeping under the influence of magic. He will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow."
"Really? Put those hunters in cages! Just like they treat those children! They won't give them anything except a little water!"
"Yes! Your Majesty the Governor!" (To be continued)