Chapter 664 666. Fever
Foltest and Vizmir did hesitate at first whether to reveal what Lan had done in this war.
But this hesitation is just that their judgment was affected by their emotions at the beginning of their shock.
When their rationality regained the upper hand, they immediately realized the fact -
Who else could match this special demon hunter's personality and achievements? ?
The Northern Alliance Army is not a force that takes orders from any one person. This large army was formed by the four major countries in the north!
The various units, various commanders, and even the busy staff officers, secretaries, and affairs officers in the general command post are all mixed together.
If you want to hide it, you have to be able to hide it.
Not to mention the previous stages of the battle, let’s talk about the last siege of Umbrella Mountain, with fifty or sixty thousand people participating.
Who hasn’t seen the demon hunter’s exaggerated and almost dramatic combat prowess?
How to seal the mouths of 50,000 to 60,000 people? At least Vizmir and Foltest didn't even dare to have this idea.
The great battle itself will surely be recorded in history as a colorful event.
It is foreseeable that countless scholars and students in later generations will devote their lives to the study of this war.
If you want to keep silent about the demon hunter's achievements, it will take more than tens of thousands of people to be deceived.
That is simply trying to deceive history.
Otherwise, how can we explain that the Northern Alliance, which was at a huge disadvantage, suddenly won? Is it possible that historians are going to write ‘Meritelli’s Apparition’ in their books for the public?
So the choice becomes very easy to do when one end is blocked.
Without concealment or distortion, Foltest and Vizmir gave the complete message to the scribes of Aedirn and Kaedwen.
This action means that they have put all of Lan En's verifiable actions in the war on the table.
War is a cruel social activity, but in war, countless heroes and the glory of humanity will emerge simultaneously.
The bravery, sacrifice, and kindness of countless people finally ended the war.
And in this war, there is no doubt that a hero was born who seemed to have come alive from the mythical age into modern society.
As the war ends and the flow of commerce and connections between countries returns to normal, the story will spread.
People will deeply understand that there is such a person in this world who can use personal force to fight against the most powerful violence in the world.
And an 'individual' who has reached this level will no longer be treated as an 'individual' by researchers, the courts of various countries, and the military.
Lan En's words and deeds, and even his hobbies, will be studied, interpreted, and paid attention to as a political entity in international relations.
It has nothing to do with his own wishes.
Of course, in the process of spreading this story, the facts will be distorted and distorted.
There must even be a considerable number of people who would sneer at this, thinking that those poets who like to hearsay and exaggerate took the words of the frightened and cowardly officers and soldiers on the battlefield seriously and spread them.
A fictional hero who is fake and not decent.
There must be poets and publishers who think that there cannot be such a person in the world, but the story is really good, and the Civil War really attracts people, so in order to win the trust of readers and listeners, Lan En's performance is modified. 'It has to be 'reasonable'.
But no matter how the rumors spread, Lan En himself probably didn’t care much.
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“Why did you locate the safe house here?”
In the mill tower in the countryside of Maribo, Lan asked softly, scattering the special Liz was paying attention while applying the antibacterial gel he had just prepared on a brand new bandage and wrapping it around Tris's body.
"Woo! Hiss!"
Triss suppressed a cry of pain.
The damaged skin after burns is very sensitive, even though Lan En has tried his best to be gentle and painless when creating the formula.
But regardless of the irritation of the gel to the wound, just the pain of the bandage wrapped around the burn made Tris feel like a fish thrown to the shore.
The body is tense and the eyes are wide open, and it is difficult to breathe.
After a long time, Triss began to breathe slowly and with difficulty.
"Maribo is my hometown. I have lived here since I was a child."
Maribo is the second largest city in Temeria, second only to the capital Vizima. The capital of the Principality of Maribo.
When Prince Maribor and Grand Duke Elland fought over the succession to the throne of Temeria, it was here that Arzu released [Arzu's Double Cross] twice.
Once it was to defeat the army of Archduke Elland, and the latter time I don’t know the reason. I only know that the saliva demon summoned by [Double Cross] crushed half of Maribo City, and Alzu myself.
This is a legendary city, but these legendary stories have nothing to do with the windmill that Triss chose.
This is just a flour mill located between several villages. The villagers worked together and used it together to save resources.
Undertaken the wheat grinding business of several surrounding villages. When talking about his hometown, Lan En's hand paused for an insignificant moment, and then became as smooth as before.
“I can understand that the sense of security in my hometown is unparalleled.”
Finally, a bandage coated with antibacterial gel wrapped up the burned skin on Triss's body.
In order to prevent Triss from having difficulty dissipating heat, Lan En did not wrap those healthy skins.
The damaged skin has lost its ability to dissipate heat and perspire. Almost 50% of Triss's skin was burned, which made it difficult for her to dissipate the heat in her body.
So, Triss ended up wearing only a 'bandage outfit'.
Her delicate and intact skin was exposed, and the burns did not have any impact on her beautiful figure. The bandages instead outlined the delicate outline of her figure.
"Drink it."
Lane held up a wooden bowl to Triss's lips.
“What is this? I’m allergic.”
“Don’t worry, it’s an analgesic with purely natural ingredients. The dosage does not constitute addiction, and it has no magic ingredients. It can at least give you a good night’s sleep. Have a good sleep.”
Triss began to sip the bowl of painkillers.
Lan En continued to talk while feeding her.
"You must have been infected by bacteria, viruses or something. You have been exposed to the natural environment for too long with a large area of skin damaged. This is inevitable. My gel can only guarantee your follow-up. Not to be invaded by more pathogens."
"I will observe your situation tonight and make treatment based on your symptoms. Tonight will be difficult, so you must be prepared. This is because mentality is also a factor that affects your own immunity. You need immunity very much now."
"There are only herbalists in Maribo who can help us, and there is not even a mage in the city who can open a portal. None, they are all second-rate stuff that can’t be put on the table. They can just set off fireworks and fireballs.”
“You have to regain your focus on casting spells as soon as possible and open the portal to Arethusa. We will provide you with the next step of treatment in a timely manner.”
Lan En originally wanted to give some instructions, but Triss, who was lying down, raised her hand with all her strength and gently covered Lan En's mouth.
It was dusk at this time, and the fiery red sunlight broke in through the cracks in the stones of the tower, but was regularly blocked by the windmill blades outside, flickering.
Triss’ expression was painful, but determined at the same time.
“Stop talking, stop talking.”
Lan En nodded slowly and silently.
Triss hissed in pain, but she still let herself hook Lan En's neck.
The witcher subconsciously held her in his arms.
“Touch me, please”
Triss murmured.
Lan En felt that she had started to have a fever now, and the temperature was very high.
Wound infection has begun.
There was no other way. Lan En could only take off his gloves and arm armor, and touch her with more skin to relieve the pain.
“Isn’t this a bit difficult for you, Lan En?”
Triss said suddenly.
“After all, my body has become this ugly now. Even the horniest widower will not desire a woman with burnt skin. I am no longer beautiful, I. I can’t attract you anymore.”
"No! Let go, don't hold me anymore, don't hold me anymore."
Her voice was panicked, frightened, and even murmured with high fever. But there is no doubt that it is filled with uneasiness and shame.
This is not like the Triss Merigold Lann knew.
But Lan En was very considerate and said nothing. He just let his body press closer to Triss's body to relieve her pain.
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(End of this chapter)