our family is gone

When Grendel looked back, it was Lance who was holding the horse in a careless manner, but he was not as tired as overworked late at night.

I was worried that he didn't get a good rest, but it didn't look like he was working. What he was going to do remained to be considered.

"Where were you last night?" Greendale looked at Lance with strange eyes.

If Lance knew what she was thinking he would definitely protest and correct her judgment.

This is an out-and-out false accusation!
You know, he almost died last night trying to clean up those hairs in his mouth.

The reason why he doesn't show signs of fatigue now is entirely because he has a strong physique and has more energy than ordinary people. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stay up late for such a long time and still be energetic.

And this situation has broken away from human limitations after entering [Champion]. Strictly speaking, whether he sleeps or not is no longer important to him. Otherwise, wouldn’t Alhazred be fine if he hasn’t slept for so many years? .

What really made him feel exhausted was more of a mental pressure.

When Greendale asked about this, Lance seemed to think of something, and his casual expression couldn't help but restrained, and he waved his hand.

"Susan go prepare breakfast. I'm hungry."

After saying that, he let go of the horse's reins and walked in. He just found a place to sit and slumped, with no intention of saying anything more.

Laura said there were more than 2000 and close to 1000 refugees, but only more than [-] came to Hamlet.

Even counting the hundreds of people killed by Bruce, that means there are at least 1000 people scattered around Hamlet.

But I have to say that the way Count Bastia stuffed thugs into it was really disgusting.

There may only be two or three hundred real thugs here, but they entangled other refugees and successfully dragged them into the water and turned them into plunderers.

The only good thing is that those guys haven't completely separated yet when they arrived. Lance successively eliminated three raider teams with more than [-] people. As for the scattered ones, he couldn't even count them.

He ran all the way, and what he found was that two small towns with a hundred people were massacred, and countless villages disappeared into the wilderness.

When the [Blood Hunting] skill he used to search for those guys was activated, the air was filled with the smell of blood from every direction.

It’s only been three days!

It can be said that these days, including those killed by Bruce, at least a thousand people have died.

He finally understood why Hamlet suddenly became corrupted, and why his ancestor's power suddenly became stronger.

There were 400 marauders he killed last night, but they could only be treated as a last resort, before they spread and caused more damage.

Greendale walked in. Lance didn't look at her, but he asked this question.

"Did I make a wrong decision..."

"What's wrong?"

Greendale came closer, stood behind him, and slowly massaged his temples with her hands. The fresh and elegant floral fragrance slowly spread out, making people relax.

Lance would like to briefly explain the conspiracy behind this group of refugees and the consequences.

He thought he had let go, but the scenes were still unforgettable.

After listening to this, Greendale knew what exactly happened last night. She felt deeply about facing the tragedies and enduring the suffering caused by others.

"You have tried your best. This kind of thing is beyond your control." Greendale leaned over slightly, came close from behind and hugged Lance's head into her arms, resting her face slightly on the top of her head, and said softly. , "What you need now is rest~"

Lance leaned into the softness and rubbed his face instinctively. He felt the fragrance of flowers drifting into his nose. It felt like he was lying in a place where flowers were blooming, with warm sunlight falling on it. It was full of vitality...

The whole person relaxed, as if being healed by nature, the pressure was suddenly reduced.

But Lance didn't indulge in it. Instead, he quickly woke up and raised his hand to pat her arm to let go.

"I'm fine, but it's not time to rest yet."

Greendale realized what was going on and let go of her arms. She didn't mean to entangle him, but walked around to the front and asked with a hint of curiosity.

"What happened to those women we brought back last night?"

"A gift from Laura of the Eagles~" Speaking of this, a smile finally appeared on Lance's face.

This is the only good news in this matter.

Laura's experience was somewhat tragic, and Lance didn't have the habit of disclosing other people's privacy at will, especially things that revealed people's scars.

Laura's experience was omitted, except that the eagles captured by Amanda were instigated by him to rebel, and then brought him a big gift.

"Baron Laurence is the only daughter, and now he has come to play Hamlet. I can only say that it is fate."

Greendale knew that Lance had no intention of letting Lawrence go. The best outcome would be to be imprisoned until death, or even become an experimental material for Paracelsus.

But now the situation is a bit more delicate.

"Then there is another one?" Greendale couldn't help but be more curious about the identity of the person who was brought back at the same time as Margaret.

But when asked about this, Lance himself was stunned for a moment, "I don't know her either, I don't even know her name."

Greendale couldn't help but look at Lance when she heard this, but then she thought about it, he really could do such a thing.

"Then how does she handle it?"

"How to deal with what? We are not someone's nanny. Hamlet is so old and I didn't stop her. What does it have to do with me what she wants to do?"

What is the value of an ordinary person?He didn't care whether he wanted to leave or stay.

Greendale was a little angry when she heard this. Why is this guy so lazy in a place like this?

But he agreed and said softly: "Okay~"

After all, Lance never mentioned sending troops to recover other parts of Hamlet.

Because I am powerless!

Not to mention the preparations for a big operation, this is related to whether the cultists entrenched in the wilderness can be annihilated in one fell swoop, and they can also approach the ruins of the old city to cut off their communication with the outside world.

What's more, there are already a bunch of captives in the town that need to be taken care of, as well as the refugees. Don't think that it's just that simple to obey. It will take a lot of time to digest them.

Before that, the army was also needed. Although it was not a direct suppression, as long as the people were there, those unruly people would not dare to mess around.

But that’s it for now, let’s eat first.

Susan quickly served breakfast, a few soft and sweet white breads, a basket of boiled eggs, and a jug of milk.

Although the quantity is large, as a noble lord, this is somewhat simple.

Greendale handed over the peeled eggs, but Lance suddenly grabbed her hand and stared at it.It's hard to imagine how she could be in such good condition after being exposed to herbal medicine all day long. Even a boiled egg couldn't compare to her gelatinous skin, and even the fingers of her hands were still as tender as green onions.

"What are you doing~" Greendale let him catch her, with a slight smile on her face.

"I was wondering if skin care products are doing anything wrong?"

Lance knows very well that there is no saying that women and children can make the most money, but that every product must find a precise positioning and determine the target audience.

The target group of [Ascension Potion] is the middle-aged rich people, and they still get a lot of gold coins.

And if we could come up with some effective skin care products, would it be possible to cut women into pieces?
Lance thinks there is no problem. If a man's obsession is that thing, then a woman's obsession is her aging appearance.

But Greendale was speechless when she heard this. She raised her hand and rolled her eyes at him.

Is this what you are thinking about at this time?

"Eat your eggs!" Greendale stuffed an egg over her.

"Eat your food." Lance didn't care at all and walked over with a smile...

After all, Lance couldn't eat the real thing, because the main thing was important.

"So what are you going to do now? Negotiate a ransom with them?"

"No rush, let's starve them for a few days." When it came to business, Lance also became serious, "Now we need to digest those refugees and prepare supplies for action. We don't have time to waste."

As if he remembered something, Lance asked again.

"How are the lepers doing?"

"It has not improved significantly recently, but the good news is that it has not worsened. A more detailed report is in the hands of Paracelsus."

"Where's Baldwin?" Lance mentioned a name.

Greendale knew that Lance would not mention this for no reason. It was definitely more important to be put before other things.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Because he's a living legend."

Lance would do whatever he thought of immediately because time was really tight.

After breakfast, Lance went to a tent that had been re-isolated to prevent infection, and inside was Baldwin, who had been waiting for several days.

"I have found the required materials and prepared the final potion. I am ready to complete the last part of the treatment process." Lance explained directly without any nonsense. At the same time, his eyes could not help but look at the almost ten days. Meet Baldwin.

Simple clothes covered his body, his face was the same mask that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and he was holding the broken sword, as if he was undergoing some rehabilitation exercises.

Although the leprosy bacteria have been removed, the traces of leprosy on his body have not disappeared. There are still festering and burning scars under the exposed skin. Vision, hearing, respiratory tract, or the nerves of the body have been seriously affected.

But these could not affect his feeling of Lance's arrival, nor could they suppress his excitement and even a little uneasiness in his heart.

He thought he would be calm, but in fact he became uncontrollably nervous.

"I don't know how many courses of treatment it will take to fully recover. It depends on your own recovery, but believe in yourself and Hamlet's doctor."

After saying that, Lance took out a bottle of transparent potion and handed it over.

Having reached this point, Baldwin had no reason to refuse. He took the potion and drank it, and then felt something strange coming from his body.

It's not that the previous pain has subsided, on the contrary, the increasingly intense pain continues to impact his brain.

But this is a good thing for Baldwin, not that he has any perverted hobbies.

But the pain came not from the internal organs, but from the skin that had long lost its feeling. He thought he would never feel this way again...

Perhaps these days of waiting had made him doubt whether this was the limit and it would be almost impossible to recover to the state before he was infected.

He had mentally built himself up countless times, telling himself that this was the best ending.

But sometimes losing is not terrible. What is terrible is seeing hope and then losing it.

He thought he could let go of all this... He just thought...

But now the facts tell him that there are always miracles in Hamlet.

You can always trust the lord!
If this kind of injury is really difficult to deal with under the ordinary world view, it has exceeded the limit of human self-healing ability, and even surgery may not be enough.

But in a world where magical supernatural powers appear, Lance only slightly used [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] to heal his necrotic parts.

Baldwin was lucky to live in such a world, and he was even more lucky to meet Lance, who had mastered the power of flesh and blood.

It's just that Lance has no intention of curing him all at once, at least not now. If it's too easy, it will make this emotion too fragile.

Similarly, after he was cured, he forced Lance to treat other lepers, but the problem was that this treatment method could not be replicated.

Not everyone has the physical foundation of Baldwin, so it is reasonable to continue to look for milder treatment options.

The effect of the "potion" soon gradually wore off. For Baldwin, only the pain on his body made him know that what he just experienced was not an illusion.

"Now through isolation, it is basically confirmed that the virus in your body has been eliminated. You can leave here to take care of those patients, but you still need to take precautions to avoid secondary infection."

Lance needed a channel to bring hope to those suffering from leprosy, and there was no one more suitable than Baldwin.

The task of leprosy is destined to be a long-term tug-of-war, and some opportunities are needed to liberate Baldwin, the top combat force.

but not now……

Lance left here, and now there were too many things in town that occupied his attention.

I originally wanted to go to the front to check out the refugee processing situation and see if I could draw a few SSRs from there.

But when he went there, he saw several bodies being cleared away from the refugees.

As Lance understands, these people have already run out of energy when they come to Hamlet. Once their breath is cut off, their vitality is also cut off.

So last night he put aside his thoughts of suppressing them and chose to let them eat a bowl of hot porridge, just to save them.

But this situation still occurs today...

Lance came to those corpses, but found that some of them were holding their rice bowls and leaving this world with a smile.

Perhaps Lance's bowl of hot porridge last night was their best memory of the world...

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