The Legend of Fatality - Chapter 897

Bai En clutched the pack of herbs and looked at Angelica anxiously. He believes that she does not look good. Her face was paler. There was a sweat bead on her forehead, and she began to tremble.

“Are you all right?” He asked worriedly. She shook her head.

“I don’t feel very comfortable.”

“We’d better take you home and go to bed.”

“Always think of the bed,” she said, smiling hard. If anything, it was her weak smile that scared Bai En. He held her in one hand and strode meteorally into the street. There is still a long way to go back to the White Boar Tavern, and when they get there, Angelica can hardly walk.

“It looks bad,” Eisenheim-Schneider said softly. Bai En looked at Angelica. She was trembling in bed, but her forehead was hot. “She showed all the signs of the new plague.”

“Are you sure?” Bai En asked subconsciously. Suddenly, all the fighting and other problems seemed to become irrelevant. He realized that he did not want her to die.

“I’m not a doctor, Bene, nor a priest of the goddess of mercy, but I have some healing skills and some understanding of how this thing works. This is not a natural disease. I have cast some divination spells, The magic of the Tal sect plays a role here. “

“Are you powerless?” Mentioning Latal, Baien remembered the antlers monster that Fatalin first encountered because of the evil forces of Latal that corrupted the earth.

But Baien was powerless to do this, and the incense pills in the copper ball incense burner of the doctor in Heidelberg had already expired. Bai En thinks in his mind, or he can solve the source to stop the disease from spreading.

“I have already started. I have given her some herbal mixture, as long as you give me a little quiet space, I will treat her with the best healing spell I know.”

Bai En suddenly realized that he was probably interfering with Angelica’s best chance of survival. “I will leave,” he said.

“This will be the best way.”

Bai En walked towards the door of the small room where he and Angelica shared, and opened the door. At this moment, Eisenheim-Schneider spoke.

“Don’t worry, Bai En, I won’t let her die.”

Bai En turned to look at the magician and saw the pain in his eyes. They suddenly understood each other.

“Thank you.” He said, striding into the crowded tavern.

This wine tastes very bitter. The soldiers’ jokes did not make him laugh. Bai En stared sadly at his wine glass, thinking about the unpredictable fate.

Why can he escape so far? Why can he survive? Why didn’t he die of the plague? Or is it just a matter of time? Who can tell him? He remembers being told by a famous doctor that there are many factors related to these things. Perhaps it was the overwork that worried his father that made Angelica more vulnerable to the plague than Brian. But the most important thing is that she can recover health.

Now all their previous disputes and differences seem insignificant. Now he couldn’t even remember a harsh word. All he can remember now is what she looked like when he first saw her in the parliament hall of Count Stephen Rose in Brandenburg.

In his mind, many memories and images flashed involuntarily. He remembered that on a sunny morning, she rode with him on the grasslands in the north of Kaslov, and then he set off for the evil wasteland.

He can accurately describe her appearance: her wide cheekbones, a slight bulge on her nose, the delicate wrinkles around her eyes when smiling, and her unique way of touching her hair.

He still remembers that he woke up beside her for more than ten mornings, and the world appeared brighter because of her appearance. He remembered that on the way to Longshan, they crossed the mountain together and took her hand.

Suddenly, he wanted to go upstairs, begging Eisenheim-Schneider to save her. He knew it would be counterproductive. If he did it, all he could do was interrupt him while Eisenheim-Schneider was weaving the spell, which might damage Angelika’s chance of survival.

He cursed his powerlessness. After so many years in the Black Tower, the knowledge she learned did not help her at this time. His potions tend to dispose of poison and heal wounds. Almost all his spells are used to kill each other’s spells, and even a few healing spells are healed through sacrifice.

But he didn’t dare to use the sacrificial spell on Angelica, no one could know what consequences this spell would have on her. It seemed that he could do nothing but pray. Maybe he should pray to the lucky **** who has always protected him.

He looked around, wondering when the dwarves would return. They went to the wall, hoping to fight a battle, or see if they could help strengthen the fortifications. Now, the army outside the city has its own siege machine, and they initially attack the city wall with something other than rotten corpses. Now they have started throwing boulders, which can smash people and stones. The battle has entered a new stage.

Suddenly, he could no longer stand being in this smoky common room. He wanted to go outside alone, breathing the relatively clean night air. Maybe he should leave the city and go to the enemy’s camp.

He stood up, strode out of the shaking door, and came to the muddy street. It was dark and cold outside. The temperature began to drop at an alarming rate. Above the head, the two moons glared at ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ A green light surrounds the smaller one, and its spotted surface looks more like an evil expression than before s face. It’s like an evil dark **** has risen into the sky, glaring at this helpless world.

The streets are filled with a light mist, and the air is filled with the smell of burning wood. Bai En imagined that he could smell the smell of the crowd outside, as well as the smell of overflowing latrines, fires and unclean barbecues. He said to himself that this was nothing more than his imagination. He changed the smell of excrement and the smell of the local chimney into something else, not themselves. So he slowed down and walked into the darkness.

The cold air at night almost made him feel sober immediately. Now, more than ever, he understands why they call Prague “the haunted city”. At night, these buildings look terrifying.

The gargoyles holding them on both sides of the body looked almost alive, and as the light and shadow kept beating, every shadow seemed to be whispering.

Those old stories come back to his mind: about how the city was reconstructed with stones stained by evil forces after the last siege; about how people are on the anniversary of the war when the moon is full I wandered the streets that day and saw the souls of those killed by the Skarlock-Iron Claw Army; and about people sometimes having strange dreams and how these dreams drive them crazy; there are other Legend has it about the cultists who gathered in the dark cellar and sacrificed their children for the terrible feast.