The ninety-fifth scene of the girl's weaving thread (2)
Act Ninety-Five: The Girl's Knitting Thread (2)
A long walkway leads to the room on the southwest side of the castle, where Charles placed Qian. The main color of the room is light green, and the branches of an ancient mangrove can be seen from the window - in the distance is Tony Geer's tree.
Distant view - the dark forest and the shadow of the mountain peaks on the horizon seem to hang down from the top of the clouds.
When Fro led Brando to arrive, the young wizard had already learned that his master had returned to the castle and was waiting outside the door.
"How is it?" Brando's first sentence when he saw Charles asked.
"Not very good," Charles replied: "Miss Roman, Antitina and Medissa are all inside -"
Brando nodded and pushed the door open without saying a word. Qian's room was not an intensive care unit after all. At least the young man didn't smell a strong smell of medicine as soon as he opened the door. There was even some lightness in the room.
Meaning, when he pushed the door open, he saw the curtain directly opposite lifted slightly, revealing the view of a corner of Fir Castle behind.
Brando's entry brings a breeze to the room.
The breeze lifted the curtains of the princess bed in the center of the room. The original owner of this bed has long been unknown, but at the moment Akane was lying on it, covered by the gauze. The girl looked pale and closed her eyes gently.
.
This was the first time Brando saw this girl with her ponytail untied, and her long, soft red hair spread down to cover part of her face, making her look delicate and frail.
She is very quiet.
Not the usual silent stubbornness, but a real kind of silence, silent, as if immersed in her own dream. Unfortunately, Brando knew that it must be a nightmare, otherwise the girl would not frown slightly and show
A look of pain.
When Medissa and Antitina saw Brando coming in, they all stood up in unison. The little silver elf princess nodded slightly, while Antitina looked at the young man motionlessly, with a hint of vagueness in her eyes.
worry.
Although she didn't know exactly what happened underground in Safrund, Akane's situation was definitely not optimistic. She had asked Charles about the situation beforehand, but the young wizard just told him that everything would wait until the lord came back.
deal with.
This made her heart sink.
She is a simple girl, although she always deliberately keeps extremely calm in her heart so that she can become a competent staff member. But just like that time in the mountains of Chablis, this noble daughter was the sister of a wild elf.
Just like blaming herself for "death" and crying, she actually doesn't want anyone in this group to encounter an accident.
Although Antitina knew that this idea was childish and even a bit ridiculous. Since ancient times, one general has achieved great success, and there has been no bloodless struggle between nobles. However, she was still unwilling to give up this point.
Calm but not cold-blooded, this is what Brando taught her.
"Lord," the noble daughter asked in a low voice.
Brando nodded, but he immediately saw angrily that a small body was lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly. The businesswoman was obviously unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, so that a smile flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Strings of glistening saliva dripped down onto Qian's quilt.
When Brando saw the girl's eyebrows dancing in her dream, and the way her little eyebrows kept raising, he knew that this guy was most likely fighting through obstacles in his dream, and maybe he was leading Akane out of the siege - of course, that was just
In her imagination, it was of no help to the red-haired girl at this moment.
However, the young man knew that Roman's thoughts were actually extremely simple, and his motives for doing things often did not contain a trace of utilitarian impurities - of course, except for business activities.
So he raised his eyebrows and couldn't bring himself to blame. Brando walked to Qian's bed and turned around and asked:
"What is she doing?"
"Telling Qian a story." Medissa replied.
"tell a story?"
"Miss Roman said that when she was sick as a child, her aunt would tell her stories. After listening to the stories, her illness got better." The silver elf girl added in a low voice.
"Then what?"
Seeing Medisa and the noble daughter smiling slightly, Brando knew that this guy was doing useless work again. If Roman's aunt was a witch, then she should be using a kind of spiritualism. Holy Word magic is originally
One of the many spells of a witch.
But no one can learn this thing just by imitating it, but Roman obviously won't realize this.
He did not wake up the business lady, but instead set his sights on Qian - but in just over a week, the red-haired girl had completely changed her appearance. She had lost her usual vitality and vitality.
Healthy, the color on his face faded and became as pale as paper. His whole body seemed to have lost weight when he fell on the bed. His skin gradually became transparent, and the blood vessels underneath could be clearly seen.
In sharp contrast to the crystal-like skin, a layer of eye-catching black patterns on the girl's neck are growing upwards. These patterns have spread across the girl's slender neck and have extended to her face.
Seeing Qian like this, Brando's heart sank. The blood of God had begun to spread. Although Ciel had tried his best to suppress it, this tenacious thing was still developing uncontrollably towards the brain.
If this continues, by tomorrow morning at the latest, there will not be such a red-haired girl named Akane in this world.
Medissa and Antitina saw that their omnipotent lord was silent, and they immediately understood Akane's situation.
Although the silver elf girl was not good at expressing her feelings, when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but asked softly: "Lord?"
Brando just shook his head.
The patterns on Akane's body should originate from the heart, which is where the blood of God is injected, that is, the heart. In fact, this is the most difficult method of injecting the blood of God. The person who used the blood of God must have experienced it.
Rich, faced with such an injection method that requires killing the carrier first and then reversing life and death, Charles and Brando were helpless.
If they want to save Akane, they must kill the God's Blood, but the God's Blood is now the only energy that maintains Akane's life. Even if they have a way to annihilate the God's Blood, they will still kill the red-haired girl.
What's more, they have nothing to do now.
Another method is also applicable to the situation where the body is occupied, or is being occupied, and that is to erase the will that dominates the possession of itself. What makes Brando unable to do is that the blood of God itself has no will, and
It was instinct that drove him to action, so his path was blocked from this point as well.
He saw the patterns on Akane's neck growing upward little by little, like blood-sucking thorns draining the girl's life away little by little, or a slow poison that would kill her as soon as the time came. Kebu
Lando stood by the bed, but there was nothing he could do for a moment.
There is a way to quench thirst by drinking poison.
He frowned.
But at this moment, a voice in his heart sounded: "Little guy?"
"Well?" Brando tilted his head slightly, and the female voice in his heart was low and mature, which made him recognize the voice of Otales. In fact, this heroic spirit of the female knight from the War of Saints era took the initiative to contact him
There was not much time, and Brando would only answer the question out loud when he had doubts about swordsmanship. "Lord Kaya?" he asked.
If Brando had heard Otales speak earlier, he would have suddenly had great hope in his heart. This woman was a strong person from the War of Saints era - in their era, the power of darkness and chaos was greater than it is now.
This era is much more powerful. Terms such as Blood of God and Tree Shepherd are not unfamiliar to Otales, and it can even be said that she knows them in more detail than Brando.
It's a pity that Brando is thoughtful and has already considered this. In fact, he contacted Otales in his mind on the way here, hoping to get help from her.
Unfortunately, the problem he faced was also a problem for Otales. Akane's life itself had been damaged, and it was the blood of God that repaired her body. Faced with this situation, Otales told Brando that she
There are only two ways to solve the problem once and for all.
The first is the miracle spell among the Holy Word spells. That spell can almost reverse the rules and change the effect into cause. It is not impossible even to return Medissa to the situation before she was possessed by the blood of God.
But then again, since the War of the Saints, apart from the Saint Fa Enzan, I have never heard of another person who knows this magic.
The second method is even more outrageous. The method Otales told him was to find the Covenant of Martha. The so-called Covenant of Martha, as the name suggests, is an agreement between mortals and Martha. Since the other party to the agreement is the owner of all things,
Mother Martha, then the wishes that can be realized are almost endless. This can be said to be an enhanced version of the miracle technique. If the miracle technique can save Akane, then this method is self-evident.
Unfortunately, the flaw of this method is that the possibility of its realization is also infinitesimally small. Although Ortales told Brando that Martha's Promise did exist, it is a pity that Brando does not know it from history or from past experiences in games.
I have never heard of this thing actually appearing there.
In the game, there are tens of millions of players exploring this world, and there are countless powerful players, but they can't find any clues about Martha's covenant, so what virtue and ability can he have?
But after rejecting these two items, even Ortales couldn't think of a better way for a while.
However, this time the heroic spirit Lord spoke out again, which gave Brando a little hope. He knew that the ancient knight would not take the initiative to contact him until it was critical.
"I took a look," but Ortales said: "This girl should not live more than twelve hours, she is terminally ill." She replied.
Twelve hours, this was consistent with Brando's expectation. But when the young man received confirmation from Ortales himself, his mood sank again.
"Have you thought of any solution?" the heroic spirit of the female knight asked.
"There is no cure." Brando shook his head.
"You mean it can cure superficial symptoms?" Otales couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she heard his answer. Even for her, it would take a lot of effort to save this girl's life for one more day at this time.
That would have been under the conditions in her heyday, not in her current state, where she could do anything and do nothing. She almost tried her best when Butch saved Brando.
Being in the main material plane is very harsh for a purely spiritual being like her. After all, it is not as exciting as being in the sanctuary between fantasy and reality.
