"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Ryder, the rabbit man, seemed to have returned to his normal state. He said, "No... don't...!"
"Are you begging me for mercy now?" Arthur stepped forward with his sword, ready to take off Ryder's head.
"No!" Ryder was not talking to Arthur at all. He seemed to have seen something and wanted to grab it. He raised his remaining left hand and grabbed the air.
"Don't kill them! No! Dad! Mom!!" he shouted.
"Did you see a vision?" Arthur hesitated.
"No!!!!!!" As the rabbit man screamed at the top of his lungs, he put down his hand in despair and lay motionless in a pool of blood.
"Ly, Ryder?" Bedivere came over and asked softly.
"It's too late. They were killed. There's nothing I can do...I'm such a useless loser." Ryder said lifelessly, as if he was in a state of anger.
"Arthur------" Bedivere turned to Arthur and said.
"I know what you want to say, but no." Arthur said coldly, his tone has never been so cold, "This kid must die. I can't stand him betraying us again."
"He must have his reasons for doing this!" Bedivere argued, "He has realized his mistake, you must--"
"What's going on?" Grand Duke Hall arrived with other knights and asked as soon as he came up.
"...The spy has been punished on the spot." Arthur put the King's Sword back into its sheath and said.
"No! Brother Ryder!" Constantine rushed up and looked at the bunnyman who was chopped in half and dying in a pool of blood.
"How cruel! What have you done to him! You devil!" the young man cursed.
Arthur said nothing.
"...I'm sorry, Arthur." Tristan suddenly ran over, "I won't just watch Xiaoxue die."
He cast an ice spell and immediately froze Ryder, who was on the verge of death.
"...Tristan, thank you." Bedivere said.
"You can sew him together, right?" Bedivere looked at Constantine almost begging.
"Hand it, leave it to me." Constantine swallowed.
Arthur quietly reached out to draw his sword. If he drew his sword at this time, he would be able to cut Ryder, who was frozen in the ice, into pieces, and the flesh would never be repaired.
Then the world became peaceful.
However, Grand Duke Hall grabbed Arthur's hand, shook his head and said: "You must be merciful and merciful."
Arthur looked at Hall, then looked at Bedivere, Tristan and Constantine's pleading eyes. In the end, he failed to take action.
Ten minutes later, the knights were busy transporting the frozen Ryder on a stretcher.
Only then did Bedivere have time to look at the dragon-man golem standing motionless beside him.
"Sir, you are ------"
"I am the Dragon Golem Unit 1 created by the Archmage Merlin. My name is Bors." The Dragon Golem said, "This is the first time we meet. Please give me your advice."
"Well, Mr. Boles ---" Bedivere looked at this demon statue with silver light all over his body, and he felt a familiar and nostalgic feeling.
"I'm sorry, and...thank you." After Bedivere said this, two lines of tears welled up from his eyes for no reason.
"Ah? That's weird. I don't know why. I cried for no reason... It's really rude..." He wiped his tears and said, "It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice."
The dragon-man golem looked at Bedivere. There was no expression on his face. I don't know whether it was because the golem was unable to express expressions or because the golem had no emotions. He said: "Your Excellency, you started crying for no reason. I'm afraid.
There is a problem with the tear ducts. It is recommended that you undergo medical surveillance as soon as possible. Then I will take my leave."
The dragon-man golem flapped its wings and flew away.
"Let's go back, Bedivere." Arthur said.
"Yeah." The werewolf boy agreed and followed Arthur.
The next morning, there were three days left before the duel between Arthur and Grand Duke Hall.
"What? Another operation?" Greenville said, "Who is it this time?"
"Well, it's Brother Ryder." Constantine said.
"...That rabbit?" Greenville sighed, "Don't Arthur know what mercy is?"
Two hours later, Greenville looked at Ryder in the medical room in trance.
The Bunnyman had a broken arm, cut in half, and his internal organs were in a mess. What a serious injury.
Despite this, Constantine could still be saved by virtue of being the hand of God. However, what worried Greenville the most was Ryder's X-ray photos.
An X-ray of his brain showed an eerie shadow.
That thing, like a giant spider, clung to Ryder's brain.
Can you still live like this? With such a foreign body in your brain, you must be enduring severe pain all the time. Is that a tumor? Or is it some kind of implant?
"What is that? Is it related to the rabbit's blackening?" Arthur asked.
"...You don't know if you don't take that thing out." Greenwell said, "But I don't think the rabbit's physical strength can support both healing surgery and craniotomy at the same time."
"How long is the fastest wait?" Arthur asked.
"Judging from the orc's recovery ability...a month." Greenville deduced.
"We can't wait that long. If that thing is really the cause of his blackening, the sooner it is removed, the safer it will be - for us and for him."
"There is still a way." Greenville took out a bottle of injection from her medicine box: "Do you remember this? The serum of succubus poison. It is also a powerful medicine to enhance metabolism."
"There's no problem using that kind of thing on Ryder?!" Bedivere couldn't help but interjected.
"...I'm afraid that when he first uses it, he will struggle and the wound will open." Greenville said, "But once it takes effect, the metabolism of the whole body will be enhanced hundreds of times, and the wound on his body will heal instantly."
Healing, including injuries to internal organs."
"Then you will have enough strength to perform craniotomy. Okay, that's it." Arthur said.
"Arthur! Such a chaotic method does not care about Ryder's life or death!" Bedivere protested.
"There is another question," Greenville ignored the werewolf boy's protest and said: "Craniotomy is different from other surgeries. There are too many unknown structures in the human brain, many things that even today's medicine has not yet understood.
.No matter how powerful Constantine is as the Hand of God, there is no guarantee that he will not damage the rabbit's brain nerves. There is a high chance that he will become an idiot."
"Are you kidding me!!" Bedivere protested loudly.
"Boy," Arthur said to Bedivere with an angry look on his face, but rarely calmly said: "He has no choice. That bastard has caused enough damage. He has no right to refuse no matter what we want to do with him. If you
Still a lot of dissatisfaction, I will crush him with one sword now."
Seeing the angry look on Arthur's face, Bedivere had no choice but to compromise.
Two hours later, the rabbit was patched up and finally restored to a human form. Constantine was so tired that he had already lost consciousness, and Greenville, who was guiding him from the side, was also very tired, but she knew she couldn't just fall asleep like this.
"Let's do it," Arthur said.
"I don't care what will happen?" Greenville said.
"Whatever happens to this rabbit is the fate of this rabbit. He has done so many good things, and he deserves it even if he dies." Arthur said coldly.
"What a heartless person. Okay."
Greenville fixed Bunny Ryder firmly on the hospital bed to prevent him from moving around and tearing the wound.
She injected the rabbit with a series of medicines, including nutrients, antibiotics and hormones.
Then she took out the bottle of anti-succubus poison injection and injected it into Ryder's arm.
A violent reaction began, and Bunnyman Ryder's whole body trembled. Because he was fixed to the hospital bed with dozens of heavy belts, his movement seemed very slight, and it seemed that he barely had any lacerations.
The rabbit looked very painful and was sweating profusely.
It can be seen from his pale face that he is still very weak and his body cannot regenerate smoothly.
"There is no other way. Let me cast another healing magic on him." Greenville said.
"No! There is no need to use magic to shorten your life* for such a scumbag." Arthur said.
(*Note: Any magic used by humans will be punished by petrification. Even if it is not immediately petrified, it will accelerate the aging of the human body.)
"It's just a little magic, no big deal." Greenville said.
After coming out of the operating room, Greenville was so tired that she fell asleep. Arthur placed her and Constantine in the lounge. He looked at the woman and child sleeping soundly on the sofa, and he couldn't help feeling aggrieved.
(Why? For a stranger, they can do this?)
(This stranger also betrayed Arthur and the others again and again, putting them in danger of almost death. Is such a scum worth saving?)
(Is there any sense in repaying kindness with kindness?)