While Alisabet was trying to treat the giant's wounds, her companions on the side kept adjusting the position of the lantern so that she could see clearly inside the cracks in the armor.
"Ball-of-Fat, is this really an angel?"
"What else is it? There's a dragon's head on its sword."
"Angels. Holy messengers of the God Emperor. Will they also bleed?"
"Ask the priest."
Elisabet was kneeling on the ground and focused on her work. The wounds on the other party's body were terrible and the smell was terrible, but she had cut off the heads of chickens, removed the entrails of fish, and cut them from fresh meat before. Lower fat, so she's seen worse in a sense.
Cut injuries were no stranger to her. She had been working in the kitchen before receiving customers. When she was peeling potatoes, she accidentally cut a cut along the inside of her palm. After that injury made her unable to work, she He was brutally whipped and had to eat scraps for days.
Since then, she has become more careful.
However, the other party's condition was still very surprising. The wound that was originally supposed to be deep had almost healed. If she remembered correctly, she clearly saw a huge laceration at that time.
"With such a strong self-healing power, there shouldn't be any need for suturing, right? Just clean the wound?"
After realizing that she didn't need to do much, Alisabet began to use a needle to pick out the metal fragments from the other party's wound. As she worked in the dim light, she tried to keep this idea in mind - she was Do housework, not surgery.
Occasionally she would look at the other person's face, now blurry in the darkness.
Of course, if he was going to wake up, he should be awake by now?
Her fingers trembled, as nervously as if she had pricked her finger again, because some of the splinters were so deep that they had to be dug into the flesh to pick them out, but the giant didn't even react at all, regardless of how the skin was treated. .
It was as if the needle was nothing to him, or perhaps his consciousness had drifted too far away and he could no longer feel the pain.
She gathered her courage and got to work, focusing more of her attention on his body.
Suddenly, Alisabet remembered something and raised her head to look at her friend.
"One-eyed man, you should go back first. You will be whipped if you leave for too long. I know that mean guy above you is very powerful."
"But."
The rickety figure holding the stick was obviously still a little worried. Looking at the giant, Alisabet knew what the giant was worried about and waved her hand.
"Okay, okay, I'm fine. I'm going to leave after this. It won't wake up for a while."
"Okay then."
The rest was her work alone. Although she was alone with such a terrifying giant, she did not feel scared and even hummed a ballad softly in her mouth.
But there were too many wounds on the other party's body, and she couldn't deal with them by herself. She could only deal with the scary-looking ones, and clean those wounds with stolen spirits until she used up all the towels.
Then she took the kettle from the basket, opened it, and held it up to the giant.
Because she couldn't see clearly, she had to get close to his face. Under the dim light, his face seemed to have a holy and majestic light, which reminded her of the saints and heroes in religious brochures, as well as those old-fashioned The knights and princes riding war horses in the comics.
Of course, she had never met a prince, and there would never be such a man in her life.
Although the other person's chapped lips were slightly open, Alisabet was still worried about spilling water on the other person's face. She trembled and carefully poured the liquid into his mouth.
The next second, he suddenly coughed, making a crackling sound. The sound made her retreat in fear again, but in the end he calmed down, so she tried again.
Anyway, at least he swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. Alisabet was very satisfied and wiped the other person's face with a towel. This move suddenly made her heart beat violently in her chest.
She hesitated for a moment, looked down at the emblem on the other person's chest, carefully stretched out the towel, and gently wiped away the stains and blood stains on it.
It was very bright, so bright that it seemed to burn her soul——
Elizabet lowered her head. She seemed to feel that the dark brown herpes scars under her neck were stinging. Tears suddenly fell from her eyes. Then she extinguished the lantern and fled from here like flying.
But she didn't know that when she turned around, the other person's eyelids suddenly moved slightly.
The whole world was gray, with snow falling in the leaden sky, gray snow, tongues of fire licking the ruins, making a crackling sound, and the aroma of barbecue and the stench of carrion intertwined in the air.
Jacob lay on the ground staring at the sky of old Armageddon, his former home. All around him lay enemies, Tyranids, greenskins, names and names.
He was very calm and could not feel the pain on his body, only the songs his mother whispered in his ears when she was a child.
Mother
His mother stood over him, her knife thrust into a savage's neck, but at the same time blade-like claws emerged from her back, splattering him with blood.
Pushing down the body of the pursuer, her mother forcefully pulled out the sharp claws that pierced her, picked him up, comforted her, and continued to stagger and run while bleeding.
Until she couldn't run anymore and fell to the ground, but he still held her tightly. Before the blood dried, he gently stroked his face and hummed a song.
Lying on the battlefield, the songs were still echoing in his ears. Just as his consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep, a gap suddenly opened in the sky, and a ray of light fell on him.
A girl with wings is falling gracefully. She has gray hair and gray clothes and seems to be integrated with the world, except for her sapphire eyes.
She was like an angel coming to greet him, stretching out her hands and gently touching his cheek
"Bitch!"
Elizabet, who was kneeling on the ground, was severely hit in the arm. An angry fat woman stood in front of her, glaring at her.
This is the owner of the mansion where she lives. It is said that she was once a wealthy widow. Later, she spent money to build this small building and mansion composed of red bricks and white tiles. After more than ten years of operation, it became It is a land of romance that is famous far and wide throughout the country.
Not only nearby celebrities and businessmen, but even some gentlemen and young gentlemen from the city are famous for coming here. It is said that a law enforcement officer from the Ministry of Justice was even received here, but he did not leave his name. Somewhere more than 30 kilometers away It is said that the bishop of the church is also a frequent visitor here.
She was tall, fat, but very lovable. In this dark house that was always closed, her face looked pale, shining like a layer of paint.
A thin wig was decorated around her forehead, with slender curls, which made her look young, which was not commensurate with her mature figure. Usually in front of guests, she was always happy and radiant, and liked to joke, but there was something wrong with it. Temperance, pay attention to propriety - this is what she often teaches girls, pay attention to moderation.
Perhaps because she once had a well-born husband, she has always been a little averse to foul language. Even in a place like this, if a girl calls her by her first name, she will get angry and get angry.
Therefore, the girls call her "Mom".
