Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 229 Cat and Mouse
"Huh - is this okay?" Clarisse wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That's all we can do," Kurala looked down at the unconscious Flame Monk and sighed, "I don't know how he survived after suffering such a serious injury. For follow-up treatment, we can only go to the doctor." Mr. Village Chief, please find a solution."

Following her gaze, the monk's burly body was barely squeezed into the center of a narrow makeshift bed. His whole body was covered with dense bandages like a mummy. Even with the application of herbs, as many as ten wounds were still intact. Blood oozes out all the time, dyeing the white silk cloth with cold and coquettish red flowers.

The firelight flickering on the surface of the wound has dissipated at some point, but with every weak breath, a wave of heat will still rise periodically around the monk's body, like a life-extending shot in the arm, making him as pale as paper. A touch of vitality was injected into his face again.

If not, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to survive the raging wind and snow in the north, and he would have probably become a frozen corpse deep in the ice sheet like those travelers lost in the wilderness.

After listening to her sister's arrangements, Clarisse hurried out to the village chief's house.

In less than 10 minutes, the old village chief, Kurlov, who had just laid down to rest at home, and was also the oldest Samir in the entire Kurros village, rushed over in pajamas and called him on the way. Vichy, the village physician.

"Village Chief, Granny Weixi," Kurala nodded quickly when she saw the two of them.

"I heard Kuralis talk about the situation on the way, kid." Wearing a doctor's white robe and a serious look, Vichy put down the first aid kit and came to the bed, carefully checking the injured person's physical signs.

About half a minute later, the old doctor, known for his stern smile and who had always been feared by the children in the village, couldn't help but nodded and said in approval: "You did a good job, although the flame healing in this kid's body is still running. But as long as you continue to be exposed to the cold wind for more than half an hour, the flesh and blood of the wound will be completely necrotic, and even the magicians at the Golden Tree Church will not be able to save your life."

Kurala felt a huge stone fall to the ground in her heart, and she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Grandma Weishi, what should we do next?"

"This kid's physical strength has been exhausted to the limit. He must not move again until at least the surface of the wound has healed. Let him lie here and recuperate for about a week. During this period, he will change the dressing regularly. If he wakes up after a week, I will Start prescribing him some decoctions to restore his vitality - judging from his physical condition, he should be almost fully recovered within a few months."

"Having said that, during this period, you two sisters should stay at my place first," Wei Xi thought for a moment and added, "Although Flame Monk is not as bad as those human nobles, he is not a family member to us after all. I don't understand this. Until the boy’s identity is revealed, it’s too dangerous for you to stay here.”

"Hey, Kurlov -" she frowned and looked at the old village chief who had been in a daze for some reason, "You also have a few knights over there to keep an eye on things like this. There's no need for this kind of thing. Shall I teach you?"

"Wait a minute." Kurlov stared blankly at the wounded on the bed and said subconsciously.

"anymore question?"

"I think there's something wrong with the origin of this child -" the old man said with a frown, stroking a clean arrow cluster he took out from the wound.

"What's the point?" Vichy shrugged nonchalantly, "Since Archbishop Hillen and the Sixteenth Clans re-entered into an alliance, our Kurros alone has rescued these flame monks no less than ten times in the past few years, right? And the giants The remnants fell behind in the battle, were injured when being besieged by the Ice Trolls, were attacked by bandit gangs, and I remember one was bitten by a rune bear. You also know that there is never peace in the North. Cooperate with the Flame Temple to rescue these monks in distress. Isn’t it already settled in the covenant?”

"Look at this arrow cluster." Kurlov carefully pinched the arrow cluster and handed it to Vichy. "Well" the old doctor took out a pair of glasses from his arms and put them on. He looked carefully at the sharp weapon with a ferocious cold light, and soon discovered something strange.

Her old fingers flicked hard on the side of the arrow cluster, and a clear and louder clang sound suddenly echoed in the room.

"Based on the size and weight of this arrow cluster, its strength is simply astonishingly high," Vichy narrowed his eyes and said, "There are only three common arrow cluster materials in the three dynasties, fine iron, cold iron, and black iron. Steel, as its strength increases, its density also increases, but this little thing is at least one-third lighter than fine iron, and is more than twice as tough as black steel. It is really a terrifying weapon!"

"If I guess correctly, this is the armor-piercing dragon arrow produced in the Far Eastern Islands, the creation of His Highness Lucia Sanks -" Kurlov concluded, "The patriarch of the Josephs clan is here. At the end of the month, news came that the Neren family had used this new weapon on the battlefield, which once caused a lot of damage to their knights. Fortunately, it seemed to be extremely rare in number, and was only equipped with some of Count Neren's direct relatives. Wei, it didn’t lead to too serious consequences.”

"This kind of killing weapon is not something ordinary rebels and bandits can afford to equip."

Kurala, who had been listening quietly, felt her heart tremble when she heard this, and couldn't help but pull her sister back half a step, and said: "You mean, the person who is chasing this monk is probably the private army of the golden nobles. Even members of the Northern Legion?”

"This possibility cannot be ruled out," Kurlov coughed twice, "but the covenant cannot be broken lightly. I think it is better to follow what Dr. Vichy said. You go to live in her house first. I will arrange for the young men to keep this place tightly sealed." Set up control and get in touch with the nearby Yero Flame Branch Hall as soon as possible. Let the monks decide whether it is right or wrong."

"Okay, girls, you have done everything you can," Granny Weishi opened her arms and took the two anxious girls into the cloak outside the white robe. "Leave the rest to the adults. , now come home with me and have a good sleep."

Sisters Kura La and Kura Lisi were brought home by the old doctor. Kulrov arranged for two Samir knights in their prime to guard the front and back of the hut overnight, and sent several additional sentries to monitor the situation around the village.

Of course, nothing strange happened the whole night.

However, in a place where the vigilant eyes of the Samir people could not reach, a man in black robe quickly climbed up the mountains near the village of Korros, faced a bloated figure standing on the top of the mountain, knelt down on one knee and saluted, and said: "Qiu According to the Archbishop, Adam has been rescued by the Kurros clan according to the predetermined plan."

"Did you find the prayer book he stole?"

"Not yet. We speculate that he hid the prayer book in a secret corner near the village of Korros. It will be difficult for us to find it without alerting the Samir people."

"There's no rush," the bloated figure chuckled, "After playing the game of cat and mouse for so long, it's time to let the kid rest."

"When he recovers, he will naturally find the prayer book as soon as possible. Only when he appears in this village with it will our plan really start, hahaha."

(End of this chapter)