Chapter 67 67. Processing
In fact, there was no need for Philip's cavalry to help at all, White ran over by himself.
This is the base camp of slave traders, and every cavalryman knows it.
Here, adults may be a threat, but children are just cargo.
So when White was anxiously looking for Lan in the camp, the soldiers who were cutting off his heads didn't do anything to him.
This group of people are old veterans. They are cunning, cunning, ferocious, and cunning, but at least they are an official force and have an official identity.
They will not engage in such deplorable activities as human traffickers and child killing.
So even though White looked at the corpses on the ground and his steps were trembling and he was about to vomit, he still successfully arrived at the port in the night.
Philip's torch marked the location of the two people, and the little boy ran over quickly.
"Hey! Lan En!"
he yelled excitedly, after the boy had been trying to get Lan to run away.
Because he couldn't imagine that someone could defeat the entire camp's enemies by himself.
But now, he saw it all with his own eyes.
The child's excitement was pure, and the fear of being imprisoned and walking over corpses had vanished.
At this time, Lan En was very glad that White was a boy and would not rush over to hug him like a girl. At most, he would just stand in front of him and jump up and down excitedly.
Because
"Chi-"
A drop of nosebleed flowed out and hit the sand, making a slight corrosive sound.
With him now, even a drop of blood would be extremely poisonous to an ordinary strong man.
White quickly rushed to Lan En, jumping and telling his surprise.
"You did it, Lan En! You really defeated the bad guys in the entire camp! I bet there must be a hundred people in this camp! No, two hundred people!"
Lan En smiled at this, he His legs began to weaken. After the fierce battle, the temporary body strengthening provided by [Thunder] could no longer keep up with the damage of the toxins to the body.
The heavily armored body suddenly collapsed on the beach.
Scared both Philip and White.
The boy's chatter of surprise stopped, and he and Philip hurried forward to help Lan En up.
But the demon hunter raised his hand to stop him.
He really can’t have contact with ordinary people now.
Hitting his hand under his nose, the studded leather gloves that were already stained with blood suddenly had a dark blood stain.
Under the erosion of the toxin, every bone was hurting and every muscle was being broken.
But Lan En still laughed heartily when he looked at White's big head.
He was rescued.
As for Mrs. Donner’s instructions and my own guilt, I have completed them beautifully.
I saved a family. The hostess of this family remained brave and optimistic in the face of life. The youngest son of this family still wanted to let others escape even at the last moment.
It’s awesome to be yourself.
“No need to come over, I’m just relieved.”
Phillip and White were at a loss as they looked at Lan En's smile as he collapsed on the ground.
The witcher talks to his brain in his heart.
“I was convinced only then, Mentos.”
“What?”
“I have the ability to live on my own terms in this world. .”
The young demon hunter's tone was filled with confidence and optimism.
In this bloody dark night, it is like a bright sun.
"This world can't stop me!"
Mentos was slightly silent.
Just like Lan En's tone, in the mood curve chart, the subject's mood began to calm down after a long absence.
"You're happy, sir. That's a good thing, but IMHO"
The intelligent voice's voice becomes emotionless.
“If you don’t fill your stomach with the bottle of primary [white honey] in the alchemy leather bag, there will be no need to stop a corpse in this world.”
“.”
< br>Lan En rummaged through the alchemical leather bag and finally found a bottle of milky white potion.
[White honey] is an autologous antidote prepared by witchers to deal with the toxicity of magic potions.
Hurrying it into his mouth, the blackness on Lan En's face and eyeballs began to fade.
But until the efficacy of [White Honey] is fully exerted, the black color will not fade away. Compared to the enhanced levels of [Thunder] and [Blizzard], the primary [White Honey] does not seem to be powerful enough.
White kept looking at Lan En nervously, watching him pour the potion, and then his face looked obviously better, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Phillip's expression was very different from his, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body trembled.
"Man, you look like a dead person. Are you really okay?"
Lan En sat on the ground and patted his forehead helplessly with the palm of his hand.
"There seems to be something wrong. If I want to metabolize the toxins by myself, it will take half a month to heal the body that has been eroded by the toxins. At least one month to recover from the injury, it will take close to two months!"< br>
“It seems that the demon hunter’s bowl of rice is really not delicious.”
Phillip scratched his head when he said it, and also sighed.
But Lan En glanced at a wooden cage on the beach and had an idea in his mind.
"Sergeant, what will you do with these victims?"
"Just call me Philip." Philip said nonchalantly.
“We will take them back to the crow’s nest, and then Sir will most likely give a speech, post notices, etc. You know he will definitely not miss this opportunity to increase his prestige. Then he will send them home. .”
"Okay, this itinerary is reasonable."
Lan En turned to White and smiled.
"Just follow this schedule, White. Mrs. Donner is waiting for you at home, and I have to deal with my troubles."
Lan pointed to the residue on his face of black toxin.
White was hesitant at first, but when he mentioned Mrs. Donner, the little boy became obedient.
"Philip, please give me a letter after the child returns home safely and send it to Goss Willen's blacksmith shop. I made two friends there."
"No. The problem, man. It's very simple."
"Also, you may not know that there is a big shot in this wooden cage, and you have to send her away first before you can pay tribute to Veserad. Her injuries are not optimistic."
"Hey, how big is it, big shot?"
Philip has no intention of rejecting Lan En's proposal, even if the person is a civilian, as long as Lan En speaks. , he will also send it off in advance. But he still said something stubborn out of habit.
Lan En looked at him with a half-smile.
"Dean of Arethusa College."
"Ahem!"
Philip covered his chest with the hand that was not holding the torch, and it took him a while to recover.
"York! Where did you die! Prepare the horse! Hurry and prepare the horse! Didn't you see the wounded? To make a simple stretcher, it must be strong and soft, do you hear me!"
After communicating amicably with his halberdiers not far away, Philip hurriedly helped Lan En up.
"Okay, man. I kind of understand what's going on. You took the lead in destroying the entire camp, which makes people owe you a big debt. Your little problem, when it comes to Arethusa's family It’s enough for the sorceress to blow.”
“I’ll give you some good advice.” Lan En stood weakly.
What he wants to exchange for this favor is not just the removal of toxins.
Just as the two were about to walk along the prison area to the prison where Margarita was located, White, who was walking slowly on the port, let out a surprise shout.
"Alia! You were not taken away!"
Under the dim moonlight, an exhausted child climbed ashore from the sea.
Lying on the beach, unwilling to move for a while.
In Lan En's opinion, it should be a friend White met when he was imprisoned.
Tell me what happened today.
In the early hours of the morning, I suddenly heard that a cousin had passed away.
Very suddenly.
A man in his thirties, strong and strong, does not smoke or drink, and runs an English tutoring class at work.
No need to socialize or work overtime.
I just like to stay up late playing games and looking at my phone.
Then at three o'clock in the morning, he suffered heart failure. The ambulance could not reach the hospital at all. He was rescued on the spot for an hour and pronounced dead.
According to the rules, if something happens to juniors like us, we will be suspended for three days. During these three days, I will save my manuscripts to support myself. This may affect the explosive updates after it is released, but there is no way. You must watch it for these three days.
It was the first time I met someone of my generation who died, and now I am a little confused.
The scene where the white-haired man gives the black-haired man a gift. I really can’t watch it too much.
(End of this chapter)