Many sighed and held Sylvia's right hand tightly, but he couldn't say a word.
Sylvia lay weakly on the grass, and Many knelt beside her.
The silhouette of the two at this moment was like a fairy tale princess and a knight who guarded her, eternally engraved in this silent and nameless corner of the Dark Moon Forest.
Sally stood at the side in a daze, looking at the many half-kneeling figures in a daze. Her eyes inadvertently became moist.
"Silly girl, don't do such dangerous things in the future." Many gently wiped the blood from the corner of Sylvia's mouth and broke the silence between the two.
Sylner's pretty face was a bit pale at the moment. Two lines of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes. Hearing the words of blame and concern, the corners of Sylner's mouth curled up slightly. She suddenly smiled, but at the same time, more and more tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Big idiot …"
She murmured softly.
Many opened their mouths, but they didn't say anything.
This guy is still not good at expressing his feelings.
"Many?!
Is it you?! "
There was a slightly surprised shout in the distance, pulling Many's thoughts back.
Many didn't need to look back to know who the words came from. He stood up and waved his hand. He sighed that someone sent him a pillow when he was sleepy. He was just worried about how to take Sylvia to the main road that the caravan passed by, and Noda appeared in time.
In fact, he lamented this wonderful fate even more.
If it weren't for Salia's ankle injury that delayed the journey, which led him to choose the most direct and more difficult path;
If it weren't for Mrs. Vasaki asking Salia to follow him;
If it weren't for him agreeing to help Mrs. Vasaki;
Even more, if he didn't approach Mrs. Vasaki's tailor shop with Elena and Noda, the consequences today would be unimaginable.
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In the evening.
Camp of Big Beard Karl's caravan.
Many people gently covered Sylvia with a blanket. Sylvia was wearing the pink nightgown provided by Elena. She was lying in the carriage compartment. The elemental shell on her shoulders and arms propped up her clothes. However, compared to the afternoon, Sylvia looked much better.
Many carefully tucked in the blanket and then stood up to leave. Seeing this, Sylvia used her only mobile right hand to grab the corner of his clothes. She bit the corner of her mouth but didn't say anything. She just looked at Many with her sparkling eyes.
Sighing softly, many of them still sat down.
Gently holding Sylvia's delicate little hand, he silently experienced Sylvia's attachment to him.
In the afternoon, after settling Sylvia in the caravan, many people asked Sylvia where she lost the parcel and said that they would look for it themselves. However, Sylvia rejected their request.
"It's good that the most important thing is not lost," Sylvia said softly.
"What is it?" Many asked casually at the time.
Seeing Sylvia stretch her hand to her waist with difficulty, Many hurriedly helped her take out the thing she wanted to take, only to find that the "most important" thing in Sylvia's mouth turned out to be the scrapped dagger that he had given her.
Holding the dagger that Sylvia was reluctant to abandon even at the cost of her life, even if Many was made of iron, the corners of his eyes could not help but moisten.
"Does it still hurt?
It was a bumpy ride in the carriage. How does your body feel? "
Many raised his hand and brushed aside a few strands of Sylvia's disobedient hair. "We'll arrive the day after tomorrow. Hang in there. We'll be able to help you find a priest to treat you. There won't be any hidden injuries. Don't worry."
The Empire of Saint Reims did not restrict the beliefs of the people. There were many believers in the God of Light throughout the territory. There were churches and missionary places in general big cities. At the same time, there were many priests of Light. Like the temple priests of the Elven Empire, they usually treated the seriously injured mercenaries or patients for a fee.
"Okay."
Sylvia responded in a low voice. Her body had just broken through the threshold of the seventh rank when she was severely injured. Although she was treated in time, without effective treatment, the long journey would still make her unable to recover and might even lead to a disease.
Fortunately, there was a very effective mageweath bandage that covered Sylvia's wound. Speaking of which, she had given this bandage to Many, but Many was reluctant to use it. Now, this bandage, which could be said to be a "token of love", had saved Sylvia's life. It really made people sigh at the wonders of fate.
Sylvia lay quietly on the bed, holding Many's big hands that were full of calluses. Her heart was quiet and sweet.
The thrilling journey of the trial over the past few days had made her miss many things all the time. Although she hadn't been outside for a long time, the little girl who used to fantasize about dragons and knights every day had truly grown up in the face of danger and relied on her own efforts to solve the problems.
After struggling on the line between life and death, the difference between Sylvia and the past was real.
The most important change was that she spoke a lot less and was also a lot quieter. Facing Many, she would always look at him quietly, as if she was satisfied to see him.
Sylvia closed her eyes, but her slender fingers clenched even tighter, as if she was unwilling to let go. The sweetness in her heart diluted the pain of her wound. There was a faint ambiguity spreading in the carriage, but she fell in love with this feeling.
"Many."
"Huh?"
"How did you save me back then?"
"I didn't save you, but Salia. Her fireball hit that leopard, or else you really wouldn't have been able to see me."
"Oh … Her name is Salia …"
There was a moment of silence, and Many's fingers gently stroked Sylvia's palm.
"Many."
"Huh?"
"You didn't fall in love with her, did you?"
Many was choked.
Then he reacted and said, "I thought you were worried about something. Because I helped her elder, that elder recommended her to be responsible … Uh …"
Many did not intend to tell Sylvia about Medusa for the time being, because he was afraid that Sylvia would overreact and cause the wound to change. But after saying this, he seemed to feel that it was too easy to cover up the lie, so he continued, "The main thing is to let her gain experience. She is very strong, but she is not familiar with the affairs of the world. She needs to be tempered."
"Yes, I understand."
Many was a little depressed. Why did it feel like a husband was telling his wife if there was a mistress?
But Sylvia still held Many's hands, but she did not say anything.
After a while, Many heard Noda approaching from outside the carriage, so he turned his head and said to Sylvia, "Elena and the others are back. If you need any help tonight, just call her. I'm going to be on night duty."
Then he adjusted the blanket again, put the canteen filled with water where she could reach, and said softly, "Have a good rest."
"Many."
"Huh?"
"Can you give me a hug?"
Sylvia said this calmly. Although her face was a little pink, she did not retreat at all and looked straight at Many.
Many paused for a moment.
Sylvia's eyes darkened, and her breathing stopped, but she still looked at him quietly.
Then, a familiar smell came to her. Sylvia only felt a warm chest close to her, and her mind was a little confused. She subconsciously hugged the strong body with her right hand.
She smiled sweetly.
Walking out of the carriage, Many sniffed, as if the faint fragrance on Sylvia's body was still in the air. But Noda next to him threw a wine canteen over, raised his arm, and put it around Many's neck, whispering, "Damn, you are really f * cking strong!
It's fine that you ran away, but how could you pick up such a hot girl on the road? "
After saying that, he looked at the carriage carefully, and saw that Elena had gone in to take care of Sylvia, and then he was relieved — Noda was now very afraid of the woman who kept asking him to tell her stories.
"Get lost, do you think I want to?" Many curled his lips and took a sip of wine. "Don't look down on her, she is quite capable."
As they were talking, Salia, who was sitting by the bonfire in the distance, saw Many and wanted to stand up and walk over, but before she could stand firm, she was tripped by a stone under her foot, and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Damn, she is indeed capable. No matter how good I am at falling, I can't fall to such a level …" Looking at the back of Many who hurried to help the girl, Noda whispered disdainfully.
The little girl, Salia's knees were bruised, and it made Many's heart ache to see her — this girl's ankle was not good, and she was unwilling to stay still. She always wanted to find Many, but because of that, she fell many times, which was really a headache for Many.
For some reason, Zaliya always felt that a place with a lot of people was the safest place. The autistic Zaliya always subconsciously hoped that the people she knew could stay in her sight. Madam Vasaki and her mentor were not around. Zaliya now only hoped to stay by a lot of people's side so that she could sleep peacefully.
But in the end, Many tried every possible way to persuade the little girl to go to Elena's carriage to rest.
Thinking of Sylvia's gentle eyes, Many endured the feeling of exhaustion and began to keep watch.