Chapter 37 Bold!
"On the south side of the mountain, next to the river, there is an orphanage..."
"They are smart and pious, they are pious and smart, and there are elves flowing in their bodies..."
"Blue orphans, oh, you need to be careful..."
A mature female voice came to my ears, but she sang an extremely childish children's song.
The song seemed to be coming from a very far away place, yet it seemed so close that I couldn't hear it clearly.
Horn's eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes blankly. The bright sunshine accompanied by the fragrance of flowers drifted in from the window.
Is the weather clearing up?
Horn sat up and leaned his back against the corner of the four-poster bed. At this time, he suddenly discovered that the pain in his sinuses that was originally painful was almost gone, and the previously dry and itchy throat was gone. Less thick phlegm.
I reached out and touched my forehead, and sure enough, the fever had gone away.
Looking up again, there was a wine still as tall as one person standing in the corner of the room, and the rich aroma of garlic was coming from the brass tip.
It seems that allicin is really working.
Although I still can't muster the strength, at least I don't have a fever anymore, and I can finally get over this illness.
Looking up and looking around, for some reason, Horn always felt that his vision and hearing had improved a lot. He could even see the dust in the sun and the sound of water in the distance.
“There are hunters and demons hidden in the green forest. Let’s run away together!”
Following the sound, Horn saw the witch named Carrie at a glance.
The white-haired Carrie, with her marble-white thighs bare and wearing a white floral nightgown, sat sideways on the windowsill, clapping her hands and humming the tune seriously.
She frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. For the first time, such a serious expression appeared on that baby face.
Like a kitten trying to poop.
"Carrie?" Horn called softly.
"Ah!" The expression on Carrie's face disappeared instantly, and her eyes returned to their former clear stupidity.
When she saw Horn getting up, her eyes lit up and she jumped down from the window sill.
Then he quickly threw a dog to eat shit.
The loud noise made Horn feel pain just looking at it.
Getting up from the ground, Carrie first looked down at her knees blankly, and then touched the swollen bump on her forehead.
It took three full seconds before mist filled her pupils. She pursed her lips and looked at Horn with aggrieved eyes.
You threw it yourself, what do you want me to do?
Horn was extremely confused.
However, considering her status as a witch, she might have a fighting power similar to Jeanne, and she only has the IQ of a child, which is much easier to control than Jeanne. Horn decided to release the olive branch of friendship.
After all, these days, I am either sleeping or ascending the throne, and I don’t know anything else.
From other people's mouths, Horn at least knew that this Carrie was once a secret party member. Although she had lost her memory, she might be able to get some important information.
Having made up his mind and put on a gray woolen robe, Horn walked to Carrie, stood on tiptoes, and rubbed Carrie's head with difficulty: "Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore... Look, your hair is as messy as a chicken coop. Come on, let me comb your hair.”
As for how to deal with a sister who is only in the single digits, five-star brother Huo En· Galal has quite a lot of experience both in his previous life and in this life.
Older children of this age are often distracted and comforted too much, which will make them focus on the pain. It is better to divert their attention directly.
“There will be no chaos!”
"It's just messy. You can see for yourself. Come on, I'll tie you two nice braids."
Carrie sat on the edge of the bed, while Horn sat cross-legged behind her and picked up the comb. , began to comb Carrie's hair.
"Carrie, what do you usually call me?"
"My name is Sister Jeanne, which is sister, and I call you, brother?"
"Oh... Did you know us before? ”
"I don't know."
"Then why do you call us brother and sister?"
"I can feel that you and Sister Jeanne are both good people. Sister Jeanne often says You say nice things, but you like to scold Sister Jeanne, you are bad.”
Horn stopped combing his hair, and it seemed like he had never said anything bad about Jeanne.
Could it be that you were talking in your sleep?
But it's not important. Horn doesn't care too much. He continues to smooth Carrie's hair: "Where is your own family? Where do you come from?"
"I don't know them, I only remember myself. In a dark hole, someone kept beating me, and then someone tied me up and ran away, especially that Fatty... Later, later, you guys came and helped me beat Fatty away. Everyone else was bad, but you Okay, so I’m here to find you.”
“Do you know you have amnesia?”
Carrie nodded timidly: “I don’t know anything. I don’t remember...are you going to abandon me too?”
"I..." Horn's words suddenly stopped, and he parted the long white hair of the girl in front of him that was scattered on her back.
On that smooth and white back, dozens of horizontal and vertical whip marks were firmly imprinted on it, as bright as blood and as dark as abyss.
Horn is aware of the incredible resilience of witches. The witches almost fix their age and appearance at the moment when they awaken the witch.
Except for height and body shape, it will hardly change, let alone leave scars. Like Jeanne, small wounds will basically disappear in an instant.
Based on the existing whip marks, there are hundreds or even thousands of whip marks buried under these dozens of whip marks.
"I...I won't, I won't abandon you." After calming down, Horn continued to ask: "Then do you still remember what happened before? What is your extraordinary ability?"
< br>"I don't remember, I only remember one song."
"What song?"
"On the south side of the mountain, next to the river..."
Listening to Carrie singing this song, Horn picked up a piece of hair rope and tied up the long hair on one side, and then started stroking the long hair on the other side.
When Carrie finished singing the song, Horn tied up her hair.
The originally messy hair now turned into two smooth white twin ponytails, hanging down behind Carrie.
This white hair and red eyes looks like the killer rabbit from before.
It’s just that this tall guy of over 1.8 meters is too unconventional, otherwise she would be a cute little sister.
It seems that my sister from my hometown has reached the age to get married.
Putting aside these inexplicable emotions, Horn patted Carrie's head: "How many days have I been in coma?"
"Well...it has been five days since the day Pangpang was beaten to death." Carrie said, clasping her fingers.
Five days have passed. Horn looked out the window at the bright sunshine. In five days, the floodwaters have receded by almost half.
We have to hurry up.
"Stay well in your room. I'm going to find your sister Jeanne. Be obedient."
After appeasing the well-behaved Carrie, Horn put on his cloak, picked up the papal scepter, and used it as a crutch before heading out.
But as soon as he reached the door, two thick figures stopped him.
"Your Majesty? You are actually awake."
Grampwin, who claimed to be his attendant, appeared out of nowhere, looking deliberately surprised.
“Where is Jeanne? I want to see Jeanne.”
"Knight Commander Jeana is discussing the formation of the Holy Grail Knights with Grand Commander Danji. She is not here for the time being. If you want to see her, I will send someone to inform you immediately."
"No need." Horn looked at the man with a sharp nose carefully, "I will go find them myself."
"How can this be done?" Grampwin waved his hands repeatedly, "How can you, as the distinguished Pope, go to see them?" Where are the others? It should be someone else who comes to see you."
Stepping back, Horn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the three people blocking the door: "It means, without your consent. I can’t see anyone.”
Grampwen and the other three looked at each other and said with a smile: “As the Pope, how can you interfere with secular affairs with your noble hands? , other things can be done by us lowly vulgar people.”
The corners of Horn's eyes twitched slightly. Was he preparing to evade himself?
What attendant? This is obviously a surveillance officer!
“Bold!” Horn raised his crutch and pointed at the man in front of him, “You block my way, aren’t you afraid of God’s punishment?”
“Don’t dare, don’t dare.”
They said they did not dare, but their bodies did not move even half an inch. Although Grampwin and others begged for mercy, they were still firmly blocked at the door.
Horn's body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, could not squeeze through at all. He looked at the faces of the three people carefully again.
“Okay, good dog, tell your master, if you don’t want to be annihilated by the church army, then come to see me at noon tomorrow and don’t wait until late. Anyway, I am already good enough to kill a priest.”< br>
Looking at Horn's back as he turned away, the fake smile on Grampwin's face disappeared.
He hesitated for a while, looked left and right at the empty corridor, and walked quickly in one direction.
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