The young man was huddled up in a patched quilt. He was about to forget his hunger by sleeping, but suddenly he sneezed loudly for no reason.
"Do I have a cold? I'll go! There aren't many serious doctors here."
If you really have a cold, it's really bad.
The sanitary conditions in this place are not generally bad. It's better for higher-level people to receive special treatment, but lower-level people usually have to wait to die if they get seriously ill.
The boy sniffed hard and found that he had no tendency to sneeze again. His body temperature should be normal and it didn't look like he had a cold.
"It should just be someone talking about me behind my back, right?"
This is a metaphysical statement. It is said that people with a keen sixth sense will feel something when someone is talking behind their backs.
For example: sudden feeling of pins and needles, sudden cold sweat, sudden continuous sneezing... These states without any warning are all related to this strange sixth sense.
But this is just some perception. I am often confused as to what exactly happened.
"I have nothing to discuss..."
The young man muttered and tried to touch the wound under the bandage on his chest.
He couldn't help but frown at the pain he felt, but the polyps on the sutured opening had indeed almost fully grown.
The sword wound left by the knight was the most important wound, followed by some twisted and dislocated joints. Those bones have been repaired, but it is hard to say when they will heal.
After all, according to the saying "a hundred days of broken bones", I still have to lie down for two or three months.
It's just that the injuries on his body healed too quickly. It stands to reason that his spine was already damaged when he was pushed into the tree by the sword wind, otherwise most of his body wouldn't be unable to obey his orders.
At that time, I wondered if I would have any problems that would last my whole life. If I became paraplegic or something like that and I would become a cripple, I would be finished.
As a result, I can not only move and jump now, but also have no major problems except that my whole body is still a little weak.
"With another two days of recuperation, I should be able to basically recover."
Based on the current situation, the young man has a general idea.
In the snow, he lost consciousness, and the night elf, known as the Underworld Butterfly, brought him back to this place.
The memory of this period is very vague. After all, the boy was seriously injured at that time and his consciousness was not clear enough. He only knew that he basically spent time in a carriage with many medicine bottles and gauze.
Then he still vaguely remembered that it was the night elf who had been healing him.
Scrubbing the body, suturing the wounds, applying medicine, bandaging, feeding, changing dressings...it was meticulous. His body was as good as it was now thanks to this female elf.
But this is somewhat unreasonable.
Why did the cold and bloodthirsty female killer save her?
Does such a weak person still have any significance for the organization?
In other words, is there anything special about him to this elf?
Butterfried, a night elf, is the backbone of the killer organization "The Laughing Puppet" and one of the most feared and most powerful assassins. In her long life, she has ended countless lives with her own hands.
The loss of a life is nothing more than a common occurrence for a killer like her.
There was no need for this female elf with whom he had only met a few times, and whose conversation did not exceed a hundred sentences, to spend so much energy on him. If there was still a previous agreement, he failed to protect it.
The two girls directly caused the failure of Mingdie's black letter mission.
"Damn it, I can't figure it out."
There must be some reason that you don't know.
The young man scratched his hair and racked his brains to think about the female elf's motives.
Before he came to this world, he was no longer naive.
He knows that no matter what world he is in, the word "profit" is inseparable from the interactions between people.
Love, friendship, affection and other clear emotions are not as reliable as the word "interest".
Mingdie must have thought that saving himself would be more "beneficial" than not saving him, so he treated him like this.
The young man knew his own weight, and he would not think about such ridiculous good things as this murderous elf suddenly finding out about his conscience, or that the other person, as a woman, was obsessed with his childish body.
So how on earth does Mingdie think he can still create value for her?
"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out."
Because he didn't know the reason, the young man couldn't help but feel panic. With the consistent style of the "Smiling Puppet", all the favors he received now would have to be returned in full or even doubled in the end.
The young man knows the iron rule here:
There is no free lunch in the world.
Since he survived, as long as he did not escape, this bloodthirsty organization would definitely squeeze out every drop of his value.
His stable life will only be during the period of time when he recovers from his injuries. When he recovers from his injuries, he will have to face the true cruelty of the world.
"We must find a way to escape from here."
I don't want to be those guys' food!
The young man huddled up in bed, covering his belly that was growling with both hands. He couldn't eat this meal, so he could only wait for the next meal to be delivered to him.
"Hey! Boy, you have a good appetite! Is your injury healed soon?"
About an hour later, the fat man like a mountain of meat squeezed in from the door carrying a plate filled with water and food.
This fat man's name was Fortina, and he was one of the officers who was making waves. Unexpectedly, he was doing odd jobs for himself today.
"Not yet, but I should be able to walk on the ground now. It should be soon."
The young man put the dry black bread slices on the plate into his mouth and chewed them. He ate too quickly and choked, so he took a water bottle and mixed it with the strange-smelling water in it to drink.
Although he could live and eat for free in the name of recovering from his injuries, it would cause problems if he delayed it for a long time. After all, this was a place that did not raise useless people compared to the Bardafiner Legion.
After sweeping away the food on the plate, the boy wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then said to Fortina, who was about to leave: "These things are too unpalatable. Don't you have a suitable sick meal?"
"It's unpalatable that you kid still eats it with such gusto? Everything you eat is pretty good with you in it."
Fortina frowned with those two brows that were almost invisible, and there was no concealment in his disgusted expression.
"If I don't eat well, if I don't recover from my injuries quickly, or if my condition worsens, who will I blame if Lord Mingdie finds out?"
"Tsk!"
When the boy mentioned the "underworld butterfly", all the flesh in Fortina's body couldn't help but tremble.
As the backbone of the "Smiling Puppet", Mingdie was too intimidating. Fortina, who knew what would happen to him, did not dare to neglect him. He had to ask with great reluctance: "What do you want to eat? Boy."
"Plenty of white bread, meat, fruits, vegetables, and clean water."
Seeing the fat man's reaction, the young man thought to himself that his guess was correct. Ming Die had never intended for him to eat such poor food. The fat man had indeed taken advantage of the food.
But Fortina, you damn fat guy, don’t think that I would still be able to swallow this breath now!
"You are really demanding," Fortina sniffed, held his head high and prepared to leave.
"Also, if the meat is rotten and the fruits and vegetables are rotten, I will tell her."
You must state your request in detail, so that the cunning guy cannot deny that he is following your request. After all, the boy has been fooled by this guy's word game before, and he has been beaten more than once.
He was playing around in circles.
"Ha! Got it!"
Fortina, whose inner calculation was revealed, took the plate and went out, but this time he opened the door with great force, even knocking off two pieces of aging wall covering.
But the young man still added reluctantly: "Stop playing tricks!"
"Oh!"
This final strike made Fortina tremble with anger.
After Fortina left, the young man lay back on the bed again and said to himself: "It's so comfortable to pretend to be so powerful." He tried his best to put his not-drowsy mind into sleep.
Now he must rest in peace and recuperate. Only when he returns to full condition can he do more.