You and me under the world tree

As a result, many people understand those things: there is no shortage of wizards in this world, but wizards have chosen to hide from the world.

And it is against this background that Forsyte's description is accepted even if it is extremely vague.

But now, he was just recovering from a serious illness and was devouring it.

The injuries on his body have actually healed completely, and the biggest problem is only the weakness caused by the long-term coma.

And this weakness is easy to solve.

Just eat it.

It was because he had been in a coma for almost two months and had limited food intake.

So after the drinks and meat-based dishes were served, he couldn't help it.

Soon, the sound of feasting came from the room.

After seeing his heroic eating appearance, Ilmin and Walter looked at each other again.

In this way, they can rest assured.

As fighters, they are actually not particularly clear about pharmacology and human pathogenesis.

For them, a generous appetite can be said to be a symbol of health.

"That's fine."

Irmin whispered.

If Forsyte had died under the knife of Etzel for any reason, then he felt that he would feel guilty.

"So, what's going on here?"

Maybe it was because he ate a lot of meat and felt a little stronger, so he couldn't help asking.

"what?"

"Why am I still here?"

"??"

Regardless of the astonished and helpless expressions shown by Walter and Ilmin, Forsyte just shook his head stubbornly.

"Looking back now, I should have been mortally wounded at that time."

And when he mentioned this, Ilmin fell silent.

He still clearly remembered the state of Forsyte at that time.

His whole body was covered with severe blunt wounds, and it was a kind of comminuted fracture that was almost broken.

This is true of the limbs, even of the spine.

"Even if I can survive, I should be a useless person, unless..."

"Potion."

Just when Forsyte was drinking what seemed to him to be the so-called fine wine of the world, he heard such a voice.

"Healing potions? But I don't have any of those."

Before, when he joined Walter's team, he distributed the potion on his body to treat those who were injured due to the battle.

As for himself, he didn't think about it that much.

"It's ours." Facing Forsyte's curious gaze, Walter said, "We have a very good friend."

"He has already left. Before he left, he gave me his potion, and I drank a lot for you."

Not a single bone in the whole body is complete, and was even on the verge of death.

This situation cannot be solved with a bottle of ordinary healing potions.

"In the beginning, I just gave you a small bottle to let you hang your breath, and then we found the best medical team we could find, and asked them to reconnect your bones, apply various external and internal medicines, and spent a lot of money. Less effort."

That's right.

After hearing what Walter and the others said, Forsyte couldn't help feeling a sense of enlightenment.

He finally knew why he had been floating in the dark for so long.

Just being pulled back from the brink of death.

but……

"It must be a lot of consumption. Things like healing potions are rare even for me now."

He said calmly.

"What are you talking about?"

"No, I just want to say that it's not worth spending so much on me."

So said Forsyte.

However, he who was always calm reached out and scratched the back of his head.

"How should I put it, these things..."

Then Forsyte himself fell silent.

I don't know why, but he always feels weird.

As for the strangeness there, he couldn't say it himself.

Where is the problem?

Chapter 10: Jiong and ordinary people's thinking

Suddenly Forsyte himself fell into such an inexplicable silence.

Moreover, because of the complicated emotions that gradually spread, his bold movements of eating slowed down.

In front of him, the skin-on roast meat was so crispy and tender.

He only needs to pick up the big bone as a handle and he can directly bite.

As for greasy things, don't worry, because Walter and the others have also prepared gloves.

But even under such circumstances, he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Because at this time, his emotions are a little complicated, and his head is a little tired and confused.

Even by the end, the words he was supposed to have prepared seemed to get complicated.

Can't tell at all.

Because the more anxious he was to say something, the more clueless he was.

And it wasn't until quite some time later that Forsyte sighed deeply.

"I just don't think it's worth it."

Once again, he repeated what he had said before.

As for the reasons, there are too many.

The most important of which is the difference in identity.

The so-called death or something is not the end for him.

Maybe mortals or something will mourn it.

However, it was nothing to him.

Because if 'Forsyte' dies, it just means that Baldr has returned to his place.

But how could he say such a thing?

Therefore, he could only rack his brains to screen out the so-called reasons.

Pick a few out.

But it seemed to him that it took all of his strength.

"I……"

He couldn't help but elongated his tone

"I can't come up with anything now."

Finally, he said so.

"No matter what, I still don't pay for these things."

After hearing Forsyna's complicated tone, both Walter and Ilmin had a strange feeling.

After all, they never wanted him to be in debt from the very beginning.

"You don't have to worry about these at all." Walter said, "I didn't ask you to pay it back."

The young lord casually poured himself a glass of wine, and then drank it down.

"After all, these are also us..."

Almost subconsciously, Ilmin followed Walter's words.

But before he could say anything more, he changed his tune.

Because this matter itself has nothing to do with Walter.

While they were rushing to help the eastern border, Walter was trying to find ways to join hands with Altwin, one of the Twelve Warriors, to quell the rebellion in the Grimes region.

and so……

"In the final analysis, these are what I should do. It was I who failed to face Etzel in time, which caused you to suffer such a serious injury."

Ilmin said in a low voice.

For him as a soldier, it is actually very difficult to admit this kind of thing.

Because the most basic education passed down in Midgard is extremely contemptuous of things like fleeing from battle.

It is one thing to be on the verge of battle, but quite another to want to admit your war-avoiding tendencies afterwards.

but……

"It has nothing to do with you."

Just when Ilmin was about to say something, Forsyte responded.

"In fact, I was the one who proposed to face Etzel alone."

"But I let you face that guy, I didn't insist on my original idea."

"So... you see this as cowardice?"

Seeing Ilmin's stubborn attitude and extremely determined expression, Forsyte became confused again.

This is not mocking, but he really doesn't know the specific reason.

"But you're just..."

Almost subconsciously, he was about to tell the conclusion of his guess.

However, he hesitated.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire room couldn't help but seem dull and awkward.

And Forsyte could not help feeling uncomfortable.

Obviously the answer was on his lips, but he found that he couldn't say it.

"You just... feel remorse."

And after hesitating for a moment, he finally expressed his simple guess.

"Because of this kind of remorse, you try to belittle yourself as much as possible, but it doesn't make sense. That matter is my responsibility."

So Forsyte spoke.

He didn't lie about it, because it's also true.

"Because I think I can hold him back."

It didn't say repelling, nor did it say victory, it was just containment.