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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter One Hundred and Ninety:
On the large white bed, the pale-faced Countess was in a deep sleep.
Her body was wrapped in white bandages except for her head, but vivid blood still seeped out slightly, giving her an exceptionally tragic appearance.
Not far away, a peculiar middle-aged man with graying hair was wiping his hands with a wet towel. In front of him was a large basin filled with dark brown blood.
The Gentleman Elder beside him quickly asked, "How is it, Dr. White? How is the Lord of the City’s injury..."
Hearing his question, White thought for a moment and cautiously replied in a low voice, "Hmm... The wound is deep and nearly reaches the internal organs, and there are multiple fractures in the bones. However, it was delivered in time; his life has indeed been saved, but any major movements in the future... might not be possible."
"Ah?" He opened his mouth, looking at the Countess lying on the bed in disbelief, momentarily shocked into silence.
It should be known that half of Raymond City's stability was secured by the Countess's formidable military power.
The strength of the Knight Intermediate served as an invisible deterrent to nearby bandits and refugees even when she did not take action.
In the past, anyone who considered attacking Raymond City had to think about whether they could withstand the wrath of a Great Knight.
But now...
He had a feeling that the severe consequences of this failure might once again turn Raymond City back to its former state.
White glanced at his expression and gently shook his head. Although he didn't think much, he could also guess the consequences of this Lord of the City's downfall.
With a heavy sigh in his heart, he silently put away the medical supplies into a wooden box and then walked out of the room alone.
It seemed that the sound made by White as he left startled the Countess; her closed eyes moved slightly and slowly opened.
She gently turned her somewhat stiff neck. Seeing the Gentleman Elder beside her, she revealed a weak smile and said, "Uncle Hawk... why do you look like that... how is my injury..."
"..."
He did not answer her immediately. The man known as Hawk, the Gentleman Elder, calmed his emotions and sat down at the edge of the bed, forcing a smile. "Your injury... it's nothing serious, just excessive blood loss. You'll need to rest for a while."
"Well... that's good, no need to worry. However, Teltia has already turned against us. Although I managed to hold on this time, but..."
The Countess's voice was weak and soft, but she had not finished speaking. Hawk gently interrupted her.
"No need to elaborate; I already know. Your father must have seen what you did." He smiled. "Now your task is to rest well during your recovery. Besides me, there's also Felix, although that boy can be a bit... impulsive."
"Mm..." She seemed to feel her body's unusual weakness. She nodded weakly, closed her eyes, and said, "Alright... then I'll leave it to you..."
A faint sound of breathing followed.
Watching the Countess as she fell asleep, he took a deep breath. Just as he was contemplating how to inform her of her true situation, he suddenly felt that he had overlooked something important.
"Right!" He suddenly raised his head. "The medical skills of ordinary people are insufficient; then that nobleman..."
With that thought in mind, he immediately got up from the chair and walked out of the room with a look of grasping at the last glimmer of hope.
...
In a room somewhere in the castle, Freya sat on a soft sofa with several interesting books taken from the castle's library in front of her.
At that moment, she was holding a peculiar dagger shaped like a goat's head, pondering something. A ring of crimson smoke emanated from the dagger, creating an unusually eerie feeling.
Regarding the topic of 'worlds,' it was actually considered valuable secret information for any Wizard Organization because it involved not only rare resources from other worlds but also other secrets.
Freya knew very little about this, so much so that she could only explore and guess about the phenomena she encountered now.
"Ruined World, Mysterious Key, World Gate, and... Spirit." She softly murmured several related terms she had come across recently, constantly thinking about their connections in her mind.
However, no matter how much she pondered, there were no useful conclusions during that time.
After all, her exposure to this area was pitifully limited; if only there were something to reference, she might be able to learn something.
The scarlet mist surrounding the dagger in her hand had faded somewhat, indicating that the power of the runes was slowly weakening. Just as Freya was about to use it, a gentle knocking sound suddenly came from the closed door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Lady Freya, do you have a moment?" an Ancient Voice came through.
"Is there something you need?" she replied lightly, raising her head. At that moment, the dagger in her hand twisted and vanished instantly, causing her to frown slightly.
However, she didn't dwell on it.
She recognized the voice; it belonged to the Gentleman Elder who had tried to speak with her earlier that morning, who also seemed to be Angelina's uncle.
"Yes, my lady..."
Casually dispersing the residual energy traces, she said calmly.
"Then please come in."
*Creak.*
The door opened.
An elderly man named Hawk walked in.
Compared to this morning, his face looked unusually fatigued now. His once impeccably neat suit was now wrinkled and disheveled, as if something had aged him several years in just a few hours.
"My lady..." Upon seeing Freya sitting on the sofa, he performed a noble bow respectfully.
"What is it?" Freya asked, crossing her hands on the table and gazing directly at the ordinary old man.
"I... have heard that mysterious wizards adhere to the principle of Equivalent Exchange..." Perhaps it was Freya's status or the aura she exuded at that moment that put pressure on him; he carefully chose his words.
"Yes, that's correct," Freya nodded noncommittally and made things clear. "I promised the city lord two conditions; as long as they are of equivalent value, I can fulfill them."
Listening to Freya's determined words, Hawk's already dim eyes flickered with a hint of light.
"Then, my lord, you are aware of the news about the Lord of the City being injured, right..."
"Yes." Nodding, Freya asked with curiosity, "So, do you want to use one of your conditions? Or is this her intention?"
"It was my decision alone." Hawk brushed his meticulously arranged Silver Hair and said solemnly.
"Oh? Your decision alone?" Observing his expression, Freya smiled with interest. "So, you can represent her, right? You should know that if you go out, you'll be held responsible."
It wasn't that Freya doubted the authenticity of Hawk's words; she was merely kindly warning him that the conditions of an Official Wizard were as precious as a victory in war for an ordinary person.
Once it was out there, Freya would surely agree happily.
After all, she was a principled person who would fulfill her commitments as long as it was within her capabilities.
The significance and worth of this matter were what the other party needed to consider.
Without any hesitation, Hawk continued, "I understand your meaning, but this time it concerns the survival of Raymond City..."
Gazing steadily into his eyes for a long while, Freya smiled and stood up.
"No problem, I will heal her properly."
"Thank you, my lord!" Hearing Freya's response, Hawk exclaimed excitedly.
Not paying attention to his emotions, Freya directly passed him and walked toward the Countess's room.
Hawk followed closely behind.
The survival of Raymond City meant little to her; she was simply fulfilling what she had previously stated.
In the room lay only the Countess, quietly resting on the bed.
Even after cleaning, a strong smell of blood still lingered in the air.
Freya approached the bedside, calmly observing the injuries covering her body.
Behind her, Hawk wore a worried expression.
He knew some things about the wizard's Magical Power, but he was uncertain whether this power could heal the Countess.
After watching for a while, Freya turned to him and said, "You should go outside. No one is to enter for three hours, and do not try to peek. I will give you an answer after three hours."
"...Alright, alright." Understanding Freya's meaning, he immediately exited the room.
Once the door was completely closed, Freya turned back to look at the Countess's pale face.
"Multiple bones are severely shattered, and there are many internal injuries as well. This is certainly beyond the capability of an ordinary person to treat. Hmm... although this is my first time dealing with this aspect, I believe it will suffice."
She murmured softly as she reached out to grasp the bandages on the Countess's chest.
With a 'snap', all the tightly bound bandages instantly tore apart, revealing a body marked with gruesome scars underneath.
One sword wound cut directly from her side to her chest, stitched up by Thin Line, resembling a long centipede.
Focusing on this major wound, Freya gently pointed at it, causing the stitched-up injury to split open again, exposing the ribs and writhing internal organs within.
The unconscious Countess immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Regarding the anatomy of this world, she had learned everything during her time at the academy.
While medical practices for ordinary people in this world might still be in their infancy, for wizards with mysterious powers, the subject of human anatomy had been thoroughly analyzed long ago.
Among them, those from the Necromancy Department and the Biology Division were particularly outstanding.
Some wizards even use synthetic methods to cultivate higher Magical Pets, rather than capturing Demonized Creatures from the natural world.
This clearly shows the high level of research that wizards have in this area.
Although Freya is not very proficient in this aspect, she has worked as an assistant in the Necromancy Department Laboratory.
During that time, she witnessed the entire process of dissecting a Humanoid.
She is still capable of handling this level of treatment.
Half an hour later.
The wooden bed seemed to be unrecognizable, with five slender vines growing out and performing skeletal repairs on the nearly completely dissected Countess.
A thin, transparent protective membrane covered her body to prevent infection. (To be continued)
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