Once again I'm glad Lazarus is with us.
He originally came to say goodbye, just a second after Dallion fainted.
The sudden change made him quickly throw away the few simple luggage in his hand, and worked with the attendants to move the heavy Dallion onto the bed.
At that moment, I noticed that Dallion's face turned purple.
Oh My God……
I quickly listened to his heart, and the weak and slow vibration inside made me scream, "His heartbeat is gone! He is about to die!"
"Oh my God!"
"how so?!"
"What happened?" Everyone was panicked.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lazarus immediately recited Holy Light Magic.
boom--
Dazzling golden light rushed down from the air like a waterfall, almost making Dallion's body translucent.
From my angle, I could even see his dark heart twisting hard in his chest, but they couldn't help pump out the blood.
No!
"Help him!" My heart was beating rapidly in my throat, "Don't let him die! Please! Lazarus!"
Bathed in the holy light, the knight raised his right hand again with an ugly expression, "Supreme holy light, I pray to you, please give me the strength to let all the pain go away with the wind..." At that moment, his voice changed. It became unreal, and his spell seemed to echo in all directions.
Time and space seem to have twisted into gaps.
boom--
Once again, as if substantial holy light fell from the sky, they were like heavy tides, pressing Dallion into the thick and soft mattress, and then spurted out from every cell in his body, hot The strong wind forced me back several steps.
It's too glaring.
The shining golden light made me burst into tears in an instant.
But I still gritted my teeth, widened my eyes, and stared at Dallion for a moment.
Vaguely, I saw a lighter blue shadow emerging from Dallion's translucent body. The golden holy light wandered around the shadow like a ring, squeezing the huge crack on the shadow's chest together little by little.
what is that? !
Wiping the hot liquid gushing out of my eyes, I looked over again, but this time, I saw nothing but golden light.
Lazarus was trying his best to save him, but within the light curtain, Darien's cheeks began to turn black!
He was motionless, and that look made me feel like my soul was scared out of my mind!
I listened to his chest again. This time, it wasn't just his heartbeat, he wasn't even breathing!
"No! No!" I felt a chill on the back of my neck, "Darian! Darian!" Raising my hand, I pressed Dalian's chest hard several times, but I couldn't exert any force at all!
Turning around, I glared at the stunned people at the door, "What are you waiting for?! Go and find the doctor! Let the pharmacist bring all the potions!"
"Doctor...but...but..." Mrs. Agamand was so frightened that she couldn't speak clearly.
Fortunately, the boy named Liz answered me, "He... he has been missing for several days. When he left, he made a mess in the alchemy room."
"he?"
"Both the physician and the apothecary are Mr. Pedgast."
He might as well not say it!
"Miss Messiah!" I heard Lazarus calling me through gritted teeth, "Come and help me!"
I glared hard at the people at the door and stared at the knight nervously, "What should I do?!"
"Don't panic!" He shouted loudly with his eyes shining with golden light. He took out a bottle of blue potion from his bag and drank it. "I must do my best to heal his wounds. Otherwise, he will die of pain! And you must find a way to let him breathe! Quick!"
Those words made me take a deep breath, pause, and then I pressed my hands firmly on Dallion's chest again.
once.
twice.
three times.
…
Sweat seeped out from my hair, but the boy's tight body was like the calmest sea water, without a single ripple!
Oh my god...
"Breathe! Breathe! Dallion!"
"Let me do it." Unexpectedly, a fat figure squeezed beside me and pressed his thick hand on Dallion's heart.
"Supreme Holy Light, I pray to you..." Lazarus gritted his teeth and recited the incantation, and the pronunciation was strangely distorted in his mouth. Every syllable has a ringing sound, like the sound of pebbles colliding in a silent night, constantly superimposed and resonating. In the end, there is a deafening feeling!
boom--
The void was torn apart, and the water-like waterfall of holy light poured into Darien's body again.
In this bright light, the man gritted his teeth and hit Dallion hard on the chest!
cough--
At this moment, he suddenly squirted out a thick mouthful of something, and the next second, his almost stagnant chest rose and fell vigorously!
once!
twice!
three times!
…
The golden heat faded, and I pounced on Dallion's heart.
Through his clothes soaked with sweat, I heard his heartbeat! I heard his breathing!
Thank you Holy Light!
"Huh---" Lazarus let out a long breath. If the attendants behind him hadn't grabbed his shoulders quickly, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Mr. Lazarus!"
"Hurry and help him to the recliner!" The man next to me shouted.
I slowly knelt down on the carpet beside the bed. Perhaps I had exerted too much force just now, and my hands were still shaking.
Oh my god...
Oh my god...
*
Soon, the terrible color on Dallion's cheeks faded away.
It was obvious that he was still in pain.
Even in a coma, his heavy eyebrows were still tightly knitted together, and beads of sweat soaked into his hair, making his light-colored bangs tangled.
"Huh...this...Mr. Lazarus?" Unexpectedly, the man spoke again. Turning my head, I saw his face clearly this time. The fat middle-aged man with a big belly swayed in his chest when he spoke, but his voice was very gentle, "I am the head of the Agamand family, Gregor Aga. Mander.”
"Master Agamand." The knight nodded slightly weakly. He spent a lot of magic power, so that the originally shining eyes dimmed a lot.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lazarus, what happened to the young master?"
"To tell you, the severe pain stopped his heartbeat, and then made him want to vomit, but those things got stuck in the trachea again."
"Severe pain? Is the young master seriously injured?" He shook his huge head and his eyes suddenly lit up. "I know what the potion for treating serious injuries looks like. I will have it delivered right away." As he said that, he added He turned around and gave Devlin a hard look.
The sick man couldn't help but take a step back, then pointed at his nose fiercely, "He attacked me!"
"Young Master Mograine has many old wounds on his body..." Lazarus explained, "especially the sword wounds on his chest... They look harmless on the outside, but in fact they have not grown. Well, the crack under the skin can be easily torn open.”
Sword wound?
Of course, the sword wound on Darien's chest came from Alsace's men, because...he forced his way into his mansion in order to beg His Highness the Prince to save me.
"But... but Ms. Natalie has used holy healing magic for us," I couldn't help but interject, "Didn't she heal his wounds?!"
"Hmm..." Lazarus thought seriously for a moment, "Lay-healing magic can heal any injury, so these should be future wounds."
after?
If Dallion was injured "afterwards", why would Sadan throw him into the barn? !
If Darien was injured "afterwards", in the carriage, in the hotel, how could we know nothing about it? !
Lazarus seemed to realize something, frowned, and fell into deep thought.
"This...then, will the young master's...injury recur?" Master Agamand asked cautiously, "I mean...will there be an emergency attack like this again?"
After breathing lightly, the dim holy light ignited Lazarus's pupils again. He looked at Dallion carefully, "...He should be fine. I don't see his wounds now."
Those words made Agamand secretly wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and also made my heart in my throat fall back to its original position, "Why isn't he awake yet?"
"Don't worry, Miss Messiah." The knight was about to close his eyes tiredly, "He was injured, and he was too tired. You know, he spent a lot of magic power, which damaged his body. , this may also be the reason why he suddenly fell into a coma..."
He didn't say any more, and I understood what he meant in an instant.
He must be hinting at breaking the spiritual magic on Vivian last night, right?
This fool actually fought so hard for that waitress? !
"You are talking about the heart of redemption, right?!" Sari suddenly realized, "The young master has been instilling the heart of redemption to help the Messiah recover..."
"Sari!" Ricky, who came over at God knows when, paused with a dark expression on the long sword he was leaning on.
She blinked her dark blue eyes, and after a while, she covered her mouth in understanding.
idiot!
But her words had long been heard by the three Agamanders standing at the door. The lady and the master exchanged suspicious looks, while Devlin, who was already stunned, smiled coldly, He let out a breath of relief.
"...The young master needs to rest." Lazarus leaned weakly on the armrest, letting the thin beads of sweat roll down his forehead, "I will watch him here, and I also want to take a rest. .”
"Oh! Then, let's let the young master and Mr. Lazarus have a good rest. I will ask the attendant to bring clean clothes and hot soup." Master Agamand said.
"Thanks you."
"As for us, let's go have some hearty breakfast and forget about the unpleasantness just now, okay?" The old man continued to suggest, "They are all strong young men and they will get better soon."
I said that Mr. Agamand is a kind, fat old man. Such a person can always win everyone's favor easily, so everyone followed the instructions and walked out the door.
except me.
I have no desire to share breakfast with these Agamanders.
No matter where Darien's wounds came from, it was Devlin who caused them.
He almost cost Dallion his life!
If he dares to say something... Oh, he definitely dares... Then, I will definitely press the plate into his stinking face, and then beat him so hard that it will bleed!
"Messiah?" Unexpectedly, Mrs. Agamand at the door called me softly. She waved to me kindly in the morning light, "Come quickly, Messiah." He held the arm of Sari next to him, "We can talk about girls together... Poor children, you must be scared, right?"
*
By some strange coincidence, I followed the lady out of the side hall.
*
Gerard's words are absolutely correct, this Mrs. Agamand loves the juniors very much.
She kept holding my and Sari's arms with her cold hands, with a slight smile on her pale face, and kept asking questions.
She was interested in everything we - well, actually Sari and she had been consoling each other - had to say.
I don't know why, but I'm not impatient at all. Even when I was listening to her and Sari start chatting about the crochet that I was least interested in, I didn't feel any irritation at all.
However, Ricky outside the small hall kept winking at me through the curtain, which made me a little unhappy.
Moreover, they kept discussing taxes and other things outside, and I didn’t want to listen to them at all.
*
"...I must hook this alfalfa flower into the new scarf." Unexpectedly, Mrs. Agamand put down the ball of thread in her hand with a smile, "This is so beautiful."
"I also know many stitches that are popular this year," Sari proudly presented her treasure, "I can teach you slowly."
"Little Sari, you are really ingenious." She patted the back of Sari's hand and said, then turned to me. For a moment, our eyes met, and in her translucent pupils, I saw that I was holding up an Agamand snowflake. I was so stunned that I didn't know whether to put it into my mouth. That look was so stupid. Thoroughly.
This made her burst into laughter, "Eat, good boy, eat. It's so good..." She rubbed my knees hard, but her eyes suddenly turned red, "If my Mary and Olivia Still here, they have grown up like you all...Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."
Those words made Sari and I look at each other.
Oh, I'm not a comforter at all...
I couldn't help but wink at Sari.
"...Um...Mrs. Agamand?" After a pause, Sari called softly, "Speaking of which, do you know how to give a girl's adult congratulations?"
"Adult's greeting? Ande'thoras-ethi? May you be at ease?"
"Yes, that's it!"
Mrs. Agamand looked at the sari carefully, and then her soft eyes fell on my face again. She looked at the center of my eyebrows, and suddenly she curved the corners of her pale mouth, "You must have never imagined that I have practiced this speech for a long time. It must have been the Holy Light that took pity on me and gave me a chance to sing it once."
"Oh, you are the great savior of the Messiah. You don't know that she is about to be abandoned by the gods of Azeroth."
"Go and close the door of the small hall, good girl, don't let those grown men's knives and forks affect us."
……Um?
*
“Goddess of spring and goddess of youth.
Today, she is setting sail.
Please raise the bright and brilliant sail for her and sail to the other shore full of sweet flowers.
Ande'thoras-ethi! "
It turns out that the girl's coming-of-age message was a song.
To be honest, Mrs. Agamand's voice is not beautiful. It is not as mellow as Siren at all, nor is it as emotional as Master Gunther. Her voice is a bit hoarse, and she even sings out of tune, but That didn't stop her from holding my hand and singing every note seriously.
"The god of wisdom, the god of luck.
Today, she is setting sail.
Please give her the oar to hold her destiny. May she be with the saints and be accompanied by good luck.
Ande'thoras-ethi! "
The morning sunlight shines in through the window screen, giving her a warm frame.
Her neatly combed hair, deep-set eyes, and thin body were all glowing.
She was so pale, and I was suddenly afraid that she would melt into the light.
Subconsciously, I held her fingers tighter.
She paused in confusion, and the next second, she showed a more loving smile to me.
“Goddess of love and goddess of the night.
Today, she is setting sail.
Please carve her stable and elegant hull. May someone put her in their heart and embrace her into a quiet and peaceful harbor whenever the night comes.
Ande'thoras-ethi! "
Her neck was slightly tilted forward, her posture elegant and calm.
She is definitely as beautiful as the goddesses in the congratulations, and the song she sings is definitely the most beautiful song in the world.
"Ande'thoras-ethi, my child." At the end of the last trace, she gently put the lipstick on my eyebrows with her fingertips, stood up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
My heart surged, and at that moment, my nose actually felt a little sore.
As far back as I can remember, no woman has ever treated me like this.
Gentle, tolerant, and loving.
Like...like a mother would do to her daughter.
This is how mothers treat their daughters, right?
My mother will definitely smile at me as tenderly as she does, right?
Unknowingly, my vision became blurry.
"child?"
"...The sun is a bit dazzling!" I quickly turned my head away. I was afraid that if it was any later, I would cry out in embarrassment. "...Thank you, Mrs. Agamand." I said with a nasal voice. .
"You don't need to say thank you, my child," she stroked my curly hair lovingly, "We will be a family soon, and a family doesn't need to say thank you."
That sentence made me slightly stunned.
