Chapter 375 The pie is so delicious
There are ghosts and shadows in the dark cave, and the dim firelight casts a dark and blurry shadow on everything in the cave.
Three bonfires stood in a triangular shape. Niedersall sat in the middle of the three bonfires, sitting cross-legged.
In front of the dancing orange-red fire, Niedersall almost pressed his entire body into the fire, but he felt no warmth at all.
The biting cold radiated from the inside out. Even though it was summer, even though the cave was as hot as a sauna, he still felt extremely cold.
He shivered, and a strange gray appeared under his originally copper-colored skin.
His strong muscles shriveled, and his stretched skin drooped and folded together.
The wound on his chest was crawling. This was the work of the Salvation Army gunner on the battlefield to ensure safety.
In the past, his wounds should have been healed in these three days.
But until now, it still has no recovery trend.
The wound was torn from the muscle, with no trace of red visible, and the thick black liquid exuded a stench like pus.
No one would know that it was Niedersall's blood unless he said it.
Niedersall knew that he would remain in this weak state for about a week.
The transformation will not be fully completed until a week later, and by then his strength as a knight will be restored.
Niedersall gritted his teeth. The relationship between him and the demon Horn was not over yet.
As long as he evacuates the remaining knights to the Red Copper Fortress, and then fights a siege with Horn in the Red Copper Fortress.
As long as he can wait until Rapid City is breached and the Salvation Army's retreat is cut off, that's when he will launch a counterattack.
Hitting his head hard with his hand, Niedersall did not feel much pain.
It was as if there was a film covering his head and face. He always felt hazy and his thinking was not as clear as before. No matter what he was thinking, he always felt like there was a layer between him.
“Alas——” Niedersall sighed and gave up thinking for the time being.
Although you will lose some of your sanity and fertility, it is better than losing your life.
It’s just that Niedersall needs to eat a lot during this period, otherwise it will eat up his vitality.
His greatest strength is his bravery and brain. Now that part of his brain is going to be lost, he can't lose his extraordinary force as well, right?
But now that there are holy gun cavalry outside, where should he go to find meat to meet his needs?
Niedersall ate mice and rats for three days, but he still couldn't meet the need for transformation, and could only watch his muscles dry up day by day.
We can't go on like this, we have to go out to look for food while we're still not weak yet.
Just as Niedersall turned his body repeatedly in entanglement and hesitation, he suddenly heard a rustling of footsteps.
The hair on his head stood up, Niedersall stood up unsteadily and drew out the knight's sword on the ground.
The originally light knight's sword, now held in Niedersall's hand, seemed unusually heavy.
"Lord Niedersal, are you inside?" A familiar voice came. Niedersal pointed his sword in the direction of the entrance without making any response.
"Lord Niedersal? It's me, Domenico."
Another familiar voice sounded, and Niedersal was in a daze for a moment before realizing who Domenico was.
It was the Count of Kush Knights who fished on the battlefield, but they suffered the least losses. If they want to rely on the red copper fortress to resist in the future, these people must be won over.
Niedersall still did not move. Although this was a person from his own side, he was not sure about Domenico's intention.
A wooden stick penetrated through the rattan at the entrance of the cave and opened the curtain that Niedersall had used as cover. Domenico walked in and shouted: "Master Niedersall, it's you The sand sculpture took me to yours.”
At the same time, there was a familiar hawk cry from Niedersal.
Hearing this sound, he relaxed. The sand sculpture is his best animal friend. The sand sculpture's innate talent allows it to distinguish people's good intentions and bad intentions quite clearly.
Since the sand sculpture can take Domenico into the cave, at least the other party does not come with malicious intentions.
"Come in, I'm here." Niedersall said, still not putting down the knight's sword in his hand, but staring at the entrance.
Amidst the rustling footsteps, three servants opened the way and walked into the cave.
Domenico tilted his head, carried the sand sculpture on his right shoulder, and moved in from the entrance of the cave step by step.
As soon as he came in, he exclaimed: "Oh my god, you are actually still alive..."
Niedersall did not pay attention to Domenico, but moved towards the The sand sculpture waved: "Come here, Boro."
The sand sculpture named Boro tilted his head, stood motionless on Domenico's shoulder, and stared at Nidesa in front of him in confusion. You, as if you don't know him.
"Come here, Boro! Look who I am!" Niedersall's disheveled hair was lifted, revealing a face with sunken eyes.
The sand sculpture made a crisp chirp and flew out of the hole.
"Damn blood..." Seeing Domenico's presence, Niedersall forcefully swallowed the second half of his sentence.
But looking down at his skin, which was between gray and copper, he rarely laughed at himself.
It is normal for Boluo not to recognize him when he looks like this.
Is it normal? Niedersall rubbed his temples. He felt as if he had overlooked something, but he just couldn't remember.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Domenico asked cautiously.
Slowly sitting down with his long sword, Niedersall put the previous events behind him: "In order to break out of the siege, I had to drink a bottle of potion that took two weeks to recover. "
Niedersall deliberately doubled the time, just to prevent Domenico from using his brain.
Domenico looked at his haggard body and asked doubtfully: "I have never heard of any medicine that has such side effects."
"Don't you know what potion I used? What potion do you think can have such an effect?" Niedersall deliberately guided the topic to sensitive alchemical potions.
Domenico immediately half-covered his mouth with understanding: "I understand, I understand."
It was only then that Niedersall let down some of his wariness. .
"How did you come to find me?" His face kept switching between light and dark under the firelight.
Domenico did not answer immediately, but said to the servant behind him: "Go, inform the old grandmother that Lord Niedersall has been found, slightly injured, and will come in a carriage. Pick up.”
"Remember to bring some meat." Although he knew that this sentence was a bit offensive, the hunger in his belly was really unbearable.
This was the first time he had sympathy with those old farmers in the fields. It turned out that hunger was such a terrible thing.
After giving the order, Domenico stood aside respectfully: "Three days ago, after our defeat, the Salvation Army's Holy Gun Cavalry suddenly scattered out, looking everywhere...
We secretly investigated and found that you might have escaped...
Because, on the advice of the old grandmother, we first found Boluo, and then found you through Boluo. ”
After talking for a long time, Domenico found that Niedersall did not react at all, but was staring at his waist.
Niedersall pointed to Domenico's waist: "What is that?"
"Before I set off, my wife made dry food for me, which was made of beef, Made of onions, but she added too much salt and sugar, which makes it taste very dry. I don’t like it..."
"Give it to me!"
"What did you say...oh Oh..." The moment he turned to take the pie, the corners of Domenico's mouth slightly raised, and he turned to smile again, "Here, I'll give you the pie."
(End of this chapter)