Sandino's memory still lingered on when the carriage encountered an unknown attack. He vaguely remembered that the carriage lost control and veered off the road and rushed into the woods.
The car body shook more and more violently. Sandino tried hard to maintain his balance, but the branches that kept hitting his face repeatedly made his body tilt to the outside. In the end, he only remembered that it was Chesa. Ray shouted "Jump!".
Driven by fear, the body reacted faster than the brain. The moment he released the armrest, he arched his body toward the outside of the car. The sound of wind and tinnitus were confused in his mind.
I kept rolling in the unprecedented dizziness, and at the moment when the instinctive panic reached its peak in my heart, time seemed to slow down again.
Sandino felt a strong wind blowing on his face. Everything he saw with his eyes was just flowers and plants, but they were extremely blurry. Only a tall tree in front of him was particularly clear.
You could clearly see the lines on it, as well as the tree hole in the tree trunk that was just big enough to accommodate Sandino's head, and then he hit it without any bias.
"Boom!!!"
Sandino took a sharp breath and woke up from the nightmare. He blinked his eyes for a long time before slowly realizing that he was no longer in the woods.
The surroundings at this time were clean and bright, with a faint smell of alcohol in the air. Soundproof tapestries were hung on the walls, and medical equipment and medicine bottles could be seen everywhere.
Is this a ward? Why am I here? what happened? Sandino couldn't help but be confused, and then suddenly remembered something important.
"Cesare... Crocia...!?" He shouted his friend's name vigorously and tried to sit up, but the pain in his head was like a knife cutting flesh, like an invisible force trying to pull him back again. Knocked down, it took a lot of effort to barely stand up the upper body.
He touched the top of his head and found that it was tightly tied with layers of bandages, and there was still a strong smell of herbs on it.
"Save your energy, those two are not here."
The boy's voice came from the bed next door. It sounded familiar but he couldn't remember who it was. Sandino twisted his neck curiously and looked to the side. He saw a humanoid thing sitting on the bed next door and looking up. Own.
Sandino was startled at first, then took a closer look and found that it was just a shirtless boy. His body was wrapped in thick bandages extending from his head to his toes. The bandages were stained with dried blood. The broken arm was still half hanging on the chest. It was hard to imagine that it was a living person talking.
But despite this, the muscle lines on the man's body were vaguely visible. Sitting on his hospital bed, he looked as proud and resolute as a general returning from the battlefield.
"Sir Hilton? Is that you?" Sandino couldn't believe his eyes if he hadn't seen the white coat and cane he put aside and the golden hair on his head that was stained with blood and stuck together. "Are you okay?"
The other party did not respond, but narrowed his eyes slightly with contempt. The light in his eyes was cold and sharp. He did not show any sympathy or respect for Sandino, who was also injured, but he could clearly feel his impatience with stupid questions.
It was unimaginable that Hilton, who was usually so arrogant, would appear in front of him like this. Sandino felt puzzled and a little secretly happy, and could hardly restrain himself from wanting to add fuel to the fire. The desire to be sarcastic, but the gap in family titles still kept his mind sane.
Besides, the top priority right now is to figure out the situation. Sandino tried hard to recall what happened before he fainted, but all he got was a dizzy feeling with a splitting headache.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious and what happened after I fainted. I really have no choice but to ask Hilton.
"Um, okay, can I ask..." Before he could say anything, the other party seemed to have guessed what he was going to ask, and interrupted Sandino's question.
"Three days, you fainted for three whole days." Hilton's expression was serious but also seemed to have a hint of ridicule. "They said you were very lucky. After you jumped from the carriage, you hit your head into a tree hole and avoided fatal injuries. Moreover, the way you stuck your butt out and your head stuck in the tree trunk was very eye-catching, so the rescue knights found you quickly. You, as for why you were unconscious for three days..."
Hilton's body leaned back slightly, still arrogant and annoying even though he was so seriously injured. "They said it was because of the shock."
After listening to Hilton's explanation, Sandino was ashamed and annoyed, his face turned red. The reason why he fainted was so embarrassing that he wanted to refute and deny it sharply but he didn't dare in his heart. But compared to what happened to himself, Sandino was more concerned about the other two people at this time.
"What about Cesare and Crocia? Do you know where they are?"
Hilton shook his head. "There are only you and me here. As for little Crocia and that guy... they may have been sent to other places for treatment, if they are still alive."
"Treat the injuries? Are they injured too?" Sandino was confused when he heard this, and uneasy anxiety rose in his heart. No matter what happened after the carriage lost control, it must have been an extremely bad thing. Maybe it was just as Hilton said. The injury he received was the luckiest one. "No...I'm going to find them!"
With that said, Sandino rolled off the hospital bed. His body was very stiff after lying there for three days. The pain and dizziness in his head almost made him forget how to stand on his feet. He swayed for a long time and found his balance before he stabilized his feet. , just took a step and almost fell back onto the bed.
Hilton was watching the joke. Even if he wanted to help, his body didn't have the capital at this time, and of course he wouldn't have that plan.
When I gradually got used to walking, I just walked to the door of the ward and wanted to go out, but the door was suddenly pushed inward, and an old man with extraordinary temperament walked in.
Sandino was stunned. He first noticed the beard tied together on the old man's chin. The long and thick gray beard almost hung down to his waist. Then he noticed the gorgeous red dress on the old man. The robe, you don't need to look too much to feel the elegance of the silk on it, woven with complex patterns and gold edges, it is more than just a luxury and solemn thing that a noble can describe.
His tall and majestic figure made Sandino couldn't help but look up at his chiseled face. His eyebrows were thick and slender, and his eyes were deep and sharp. Both the crown on his head and the cross on his chest were inlaid with precious jewels and metals. The decoration, the light emitted shines like magic, and the powerful aura of the whole person makes people salivate.
Even if it was just their first meeting, there was no need to reveal his status to outsiders. Murong doubted his identity as a cardinal.
"Master Bishop! How could you..."
Hilton was shocked that the cardinal would appear in this ward in person. In an instant, he was about to push his unsatisfactory body to get out of bed, but the cardinal raised his hand to stop him.
"No, just listen like this." The cardinal's tone was calm, but his presence already made Sandino tremble uncontrollably. Seeing Sandino's nervous look in front of him, the cardinal again She patted his shoulder a few times comfortingly.
"Don't be afraid, kids. I'm just here to ask you for a favor. I hope you won't tell anyone what you saw."
"Saw...what? Your Majesty Bishop...I don't understand?" Sandino said tremblingly. He fell unconscious after falling from the carriage. Indeed, he saw nothing and knew nothing.
The bishop looked down at Sandino without speaking, and then looked at Hilton, who pondered for a moment and then opened his mouth to explain. "He probably didn't lie. From what I know about him, if he had really seen that thing, he wouldn't have the same reaction as he does now."
After listening to Hilton's words, the bishop stroked his beard thoughtfully, leaned down and looked directly at Sandino's face. Although he was scared, Sandino still did not dodge his eyes blankly.
"Thinking about it, I also know your father. He is a very good baron, who has shown his generosity and kindness to both God and the people. My child, you can swear on his name that you have not deceived me. Old man?"
Looking at the bishop's gentle and sincere eyes, Sandino nodded weakly. "I swear, I really don't know anything, and I especially need to find my friends now. They may be injured and may be somewhere in this hospital."
Seemingly receiving a satisfactory answer, the bishop smiled softly. "Go on, kid, I believe you." Sandino also hurriedly thanked him. Looking at the cardinal made him nervous. After receiving permission, he couldn't wait to leave the room.
Listening to Sandino's footsteps gradually walking away, the Cardinal set his sights on Hilton. "What about you, kid? Can you promise me to forget those bad memories?"
Hilton did not rush to answer, but closed his eyes and thought carefully. "My Lord Bishop, there is something I don't understand, and I would like to ask you to clarify it."
He asked the cardinal in turn, like a conversation between a devout believer and a priest, except that the clergy opposite was far more than just a priest.
"Ask, my poor child." The cardinal walked to Sandino's bed, and slowly sat down to look at Hilton's level.
"If God loves the world...why would he create that kind of thing in the world? If this is God's original intention, why should he hide it for God?"
Hilton opened his eyes and looked into the red-eyed bishop's eyes solemnly. He knew how dangerous his question was. In the Papal State, the meaning of the church is the meaning of God, and questioning God's will is a capital crime.
No matter what the other party's intention is, he can now be arrested on charges of blasphemy, but despite this, Hilton, who insists on his own beliefs, still wants to find out.
There was silence for a while. There was no embarrassment or understatement as expected. The cardinal just sighed lightly. "
This is God's punishment for our greed and stupidity. "The bishop said. "You don't need to know too much about that thing now. When you return to your own country, or one day in the future, you will definitely know the truth based on your blood status. "
"Can I really still trust you?" Hilton lowered his voice. He had to admit that his faith was wavering, and he was not afraid to convey this wavering to the bishop.
"I don't know what the church's reputation is in your country. But you believe, son, we clergy are not only servants of God but also leaders of the country's citizens. We don't want to be like this, but we have no choice in this matter. Concealment is the best solution for everyone right now, and I really hope you understand, kid."
The cardinal's behavior was calm and elegant, and his soft words contained a firm and powerful attitude, like a kind old man's respectful teachings to the ignorant. Hilton finally let down his guard. He didn't want to give up the faith he had grown up with. , and the bishop's words were like a timely life-saving pill that finally made him feel at ease.
"Okay, I believe that the church's judgment agrees with your request. I swear that I will not tell anyone what I saw." Hilton said, but something else occurred to him and the conversation seemed to change. "But can I ask one last question? Your Majesty."
The cardinal nodded and made a sign of favor.
"There should be two other people present at the time. Do you know their condition? Are they... still alive?"
"I think I should know the two children you are talking about. What is their relationship with you?" the cardinal asked.
"They and I are..." Hilton suddenly paused as he spoke. His expression seemed to be struggling. The words in his mouth were like a dose of sweet poison that he couldn't spit out or swallow. He hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking. Keep talking. "Probably we can be considered friends..."
