"Damn it."
The deep curse didn't travel far in the forest, but the anger contained in it was obvious.
Saville was in a sorry state.
His originally loose robe had countless gashes on his left shoulder. It was so tattered that it looked like a burlap sack draped over his body. His originally bald head was now bald in several places, but there was no blood flowing out.
He held the scepter in his right hand. The scepter was originally only as long as a forearm, but at that moment, a section of the scepter that flickered with a gentle light extended from the lower part of the scepter, making it a long staff. The old mage was using it to walk with difficulty.
The angel at the top of the scepter flapped its wings slightly. It looked hazy and emitted a gray light in the forest at dusk. Saville didn't breathe, but he kept sighing.
"Medusa … Why did this forgotten race appear here …"
He muttered, his left arm hanging at a strange angle. Not long after, he returned to his camp. But Eccleston was still looking at him with an interested look.
"Very serious injury. Level 10?"
"Yes."
Saville entered the house and found a bottle of greyish potion. He didn't seem to mind and applied it on his severely injured skin.
The potion looked like mud, but it gradually solidified after being applied to the wound.
"Do you need help?"
Chris asked kindly. Of course, no one knew if he was sincere or not.
"I'll do it myself."
Saville didn't say anything. After treating his wound and robe, he went to the armchair by the door and sat down. He took a deep breath.
Eccleston was still sitting in his chair, as though Saville's life and death had nothing to do with him. The reason why he reacted this way was because in the Undead Plane, this kind of injury could not be considered an injury at all.
Obey or die.
This was the only tone in the Spectral Plane. There was no pity or sympathy. Everything was for survival and to step on the lives of others to reach a higher position.
In Chris's eyes, Saville's behavior was just a failure in his challenge. Since he was still alive and could move on his own, there was nothing to worry about.
"What next?"
He picked up another magic crystal and observed its color under the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Wait."
Saville's words suddenly became few and far between. His eyes glowed faintly. At this moment, his robe had been taken off, revealing his corpse-like body. There was a strange pattern on the chest area of his body.
Circles of strange mageweaths formed a circular area around the heart, and in the middle of this area, there was a strange-colored stone inserted into it.
The stone looked red, but when looked at from another angle, it had a deep and reserved black color, as if there was something pulsating inside.
Chris's red eyes flickered imperceptibly. His gaze stopped on the crystal stone for a moment and then quickly moved away. He didn't say anything.
He took out a new robe from his space ring. Although it was new, it was actually a dusty one. He put it on and held the white magic staff again. His gaze rested on the angel at the tip of the staff.
If one took a closer look, they would find a scar on the angel's neck, and her clothes were slightly torn. However, as Saville stared at her, the broken scars began to heal slowly.
Saville sighed and looked up at the dark sky. "Teacher, she helped me escape once again …"
* * *
After a day of shopping, Madam Vasaki and Salia returned to their rooms early to rest. Saville was still drinking alone in the hotel lobby. To be honest, he rarely drank alone. So after drinking two cups of decent ale, he called Yuna over to chat.
Yuna didn't stand on ceremony. He wasn't used to drinking this kind of ale at first because it tasted like plain water. In fact, it tasted worse than water. But the aroma of the ale made him addicted after drinking two cups. He simply asked the bartender to bring over a large bucket and drank as he drank.
"Lord, how are your legs these days?"
Yuna was very tall, so he looked a little awkward sitting on the chair at the bar. He reached out to rub his hair. After thinking for a while, he said, "Forgive me for saying this. For us, this kind of injury is nothing."
"That's true." Saville smiled. He didn't seem to be troubled at all. "The Troll race's regenerative ability is really strong. To be honest, I also thought that if I were a Troll, it would save me a lot of trouble."
"You want to be a Troll?"
Yuna raised his eyebrows strangely. This caused his short, vertical hair to move. It looked very comical.
"I'm just saying. But it doesn't seem very realistic at the moment."
Saville raised his hand and drank another mouthful of ale. "Celias has a lot of things to do. There are still a few days before the trial of those nobles. Tomorrow, I'll bring you to see something new. When we return to Oditore, you can have a good talk with those guys."
Yuna smiled embarrassedly and didn't say much. Instead, he changed the topic. "It's not impossible to become a Troll."
"Oh?"
Many eyes shifted to Yuna's face. "What do you mean?
Can you really turn a human into a Troll? "
Yuna nodded without hesitation. He stretched out his arm and said, "Trolls can regrow their limbs. If Lord becomes a Troll, you should also have this ability."
His tone didn't sound like he was talking nonsense after drinking too much.
"Really?" Saville blinked. He even thought that he was hallucinating. "There's such a method?
Why haven't I heard of it before? "
"Lord, do you still remember Elder Valance?" Yuna asked after thinking for a while.
"Of course. Is Elder Valance related to this matter?"
"He's related because he wasn't a Troll before."
* * *
"Your Highness, your schedule."
Flora pursed her lips and took the parchment that the servant was holding. She immediately started planning tomorrow's schedule.
Discussions in the Noble Assembly, Prince Stu's invitation, city inspection, dinner invitations, and the most recent thing on Flora's schedule was "inspecting Oditore's office in Celias."
She rejected Stu's invitation as usual. Princess Flora thought for a while and asked, "Is the Lord of Oditore in the noble district?"
The servant immediately took out a piece of parchment and read it aloud, "The Baron has just stayed in the hotel arranged for him by Cesaville Palace a few days ago. He hasn't done anything else."
"Add another item to tomorrow's schedule. Go there."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Also, dress plainly. Don't use the royal carriage. Try to be casual."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The servant accepted the order and left. Flora suddenly felt her heart start beating faster.
It was a feeling of anticipation. Flora suddenly felt like she was looking forward to meeting the lord again. Then she couldn't help but think: How long has it been since we last met?
Flora frowned and thought for a while. The only thing she could remember was the silent parting in front of Pajar Palace. She didn't know how he was doing now. To be honest, she was really curious about this guy. He could make a Troll into his own people. This was too ridiculous.
Flora's lips curled up. She turned around and opened the drawer in front of her. She took out a pair of gloves.
It was the same pair of shoes that she had thrown to many people when she was riding on a horse. Now, it was still very gorgeous, but the person who was holding it had changed a lot.