Celsus was right, she should close her eyes. But now it's too late. Hitarian witnessed with his own eyes the criss-crossing scars and the face of the other party whose facial features were almost indistinguishable. Even though herbal-scented bandages covered the festering, reddish flesh, she was still horrified by its twisted limbs. The sweet and fishy smell lingered, and suddenly she felt nauseous.
Even if he could be cured, Hitarian thought, he wouldn't be able to walk normally. Doctors with mysterious professions can sew up amputated limbs, but it is impossible for people's hands and feet to grow out of thin air. Not even the unknown. Do I really want to comfort his soul and let him accept reality? Can I change his will? Like Ruth doesn't care about her differences?
She was startled by her own thoughts, but she quickly came to her senses. The wounded man was unresponsive and could not see anyone coming in from his perspective. So Hitarian knocked on the door and said in his calmest voice: "Hello, sir."
She got no response. Maybe the other person is speechless at all. Hitarian walked embarrassedly to the bedside and allowed the magic to cause a mysterious birth. A gentle breeze blew in the room, the afternoon light flowed like honey, the air was filled with warmth, and the colors on the painting became more vivid. The wounded man finally rolled his eyes and looked at Hitarian. His eyes were different from those of the people she had seen before, but what the difference was, Hitarian couldn't tell.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
She didn't expect an answer, but reality surprised her. "Are you a Gaia believer?" The patient's voice sounded like sandpaper.
"No. I have no faith." In Clover City, Hitarian betrayed Lucia for his sister, and was then hunted down by the Cross Knights. Many Nameless Ones give up their faith after being hunted by demon hunters, but some insist that the gods should not be held responsible for the actions of mortals. "However, if you need relevant assistance, then I can also help." As a trainee doctor, she can memorize the hymns of the three gods to help calm the patients' spirits.
"The third gospel poem of the goddess Gaia, the amateur priest in Zangwill can only recite this one."
It seems that Hitarian is quite professional. "I know this one. Sins Forgiven." She was glad she could help. The magic also worked on him, and Hitarian no longer felt that the ward and the patients in it were so scary. "When I put out the light, darkness pours in through the open window," she began.
This is a religious poem that people often recite when praying. Its content is the confession of a Gaia priest: One night, a killer came to the church to pray for mercy so that his family would not be implicated. The priest baptized him out of mercy and hid the sinner's child under the skirt of the goddess's statue. The killer was later hanged. But when the executioner came to the church to pray the next day, the child killed him in revenge. The priest was so remorseful that he chopped off his hands and taught the killer's children to be missionaries of Gaia. Before he died, he asked the goddess for judgment, then knocked down the candlestick and let the preacher die in the sea of fire with him.
For most people, this Gospel is full of warnings about the limits of compassion for others. But Hitarian never understood what the priest's mistake was. No one can be sure that the children of killers must be killers, and the children of priests must be believers. As for the killer's child, in the final analysis, it was because no one told him the difference between law and reason in time. The priest's confession was incomprehensible. Since he had cut off his own hand, why did he kill the son of a killer who became a preacher?
But Hitarian still read the story accurately and accurately.
"O God, please cleanse me of my sins and let me end the cause and effect of my soul here... The innocent people who have been harmed by me, please listen to my confession. Forgiveness is also a sin, and it is not my responsibility to judge."
As she paused to catch her breath, the wounded man broke into a fit of coughing. Hitarian maintained the output of magic power and opened the window to the side, while quietly loosening his mask to breathe.
"I thought the gods would not save anyone, and prayers were useless." Suddenly, the voice of the wounded came from behind her. "As a result, when the demon hunter caught me, Gaia sent his messenger to that hell. The goddess of mercy. No one can save us there, it must be the goddess." He gradually increased his speaking speed, "He turned despair into Having nightmares, making fantasies come true. He guides me, He guides us back to Byrne! Byrne! Our lovely hometown... You know what? I never want to leave Byrne again. Forgive me, Your Majesty..."
"Yes, sir, the suffering is over. Byrne is our paradise." Hitarian comforted softly.
"I don't want to leave again." He just repeated, as if he was insane. But at least it's better than the previous numbness, Shitarian thought optimistically. At this moment, she suddenly realized that he was not too old. Don't want to leave again. Few Nameless Ones can leave Byrne, let alone young Nameless Ones... "Can you tell me your name, sir?"
In an instant, as if a switch was triggered, the wounded man suddenly became nervous. He stared at Hitarian so hard that he almost jumped to the side. After half a minute, he broke the silence: "Wittek Shazo."
Hitarian really jumped now.
"Yes, I was a guide." He said haggardly, "until I was captured by Lucia's paladins and sent to hell. According to the contract, magic cleansed my memory and allowed me to surrender to those devils in human skins. Surrender. But this won’t let me die an honorable death... The Paladins hate us so much that they won’t even spare a child like you.”
Hitarian held his breath. All she remembered was the flames rising and her and her sister trembling under the cloak of the Northman Witk. This is also a leader. After the demon hunters catch them, they will not only execute them, but also use torture to make them reveal information about Byrne. Insecurity suddenly gripped her. "Thank you, Mr. Xia Zuo." Despite this, she said sincerely. Magic smoothed the waves again, and after a short rest, Hitarian realized that his magic could actually continue to maintain the mystery.
"I failed my mission." His tone began to calm down and his mood stabilized. "Many people fell into the hands of the Paladin along with me, and their fate was destined to end in the flames. The messenger of Gaia saved our souls. Before I retrieve my name, I hope to thank him in person." Suddenly. His expression twisted for a moment. "Maybe the goddess can not only save souls... I want to change back to my original appearance. Bain does not lack me as a guide... I want to serve at the detection station, no, I don't mean that I am afraid... God, what am I talking about? ?" Confusion appeared on the wounded man's ugly face.
Hitarian felt that the second half was the other person's true thoughts. Although it was a bit straightforward, you couldn't accuse such a person. If it were me or Ruth lying here, I would do anything to recover. No matter what, leaders deserve respect. "I will convey your wish, Mr. Xia Zuo, and the Lord will help you." He will definitely do it. He even helped take care of Ruth and gave me "Confessions".
When she left, the figure waiting outside was very strange. Hitarian wasn't sure if she should remind him that entry was off limits, since the contract stipulated that the leader's face could not be seen. Is he a family member of the patient? friend? still……
"How is he?" After the door opened, the other person turned around. Like Celsus, he was shrouded in a mysterious mist, but he looked visibly strange when he saw Hitarian.
Or peers. "Wittek?" Hitarian was sensitive to emotions. Apart from the patient, only one of the guides knew her. "Is it you? Do you remember me? Me and Ruth? Oh, I can't believe it, by the gods... it's really you!" She threw herself into the swirling black mist, but felt very relieved.
The northerner sighed. "This is against the rules, Hitarian. How did you recognize me?"
"I'm a mysterious creature and Byrne's trainee doctor. It's easy."
"It's my pleasure." He lifted Kitarian and placed him on his seat. "You, on the other hand, have changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you. You were so skinny back then, but you have become beautiful now. Where is Ruth?"
"She is sleeping at home." Ms. Liana took care of her sister, and Bronze Gear gave her a long vacation. "Are you going to see her? Ruth missed you." Maybe it would get her out of the dream faster.
"No, no. You know, I don't have that time." Her guide refused, "But I will bring more children like you to Byrne, and maybe there will be your friends inside. They must also be eager. sleep tight."
Hitarian realized they were standing in front of the hospital room of a severely injured and dying leader. I'm afraid he came to visit the wounded man. "Is that someone you know?"
The northerner glanced at the closed door. "Worrell was originally a night watchman, and everyone who leads the way knows the night watchman. We have to send people back."
Celsus once told her that Witek Shazo was a mask to protect his identity and was uniformly worn by the messengers. The wounded man's name was actually Worrell, but he had forgotten it. "He... will get better." Hitarian could not promise, "I'm sorry, I'm just a psychiatrist and can't treat injuries. Do you want to go in? But now -"
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