All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 394 Guardian God Linde

"It seems that every time I come to look for you, you are either injured or killing people."

Linde put his palm above Millicent's wound, and a mass of warm white light seeped out of the palm, accelerating the body's self-healing, the rolled up flesh and blood gradually closed, and the pain of the trauma was also far away in the warmth.There were wounds one after another, sprained muscles and bones, as well as hidden wounds and diseases in the body, more than twenty major and minor injuries.

Millicent's skin was excessively pale, like a sun-dried snow gauze, and the outline of the muscles was clearly visible. There was a brown mole the size of a grain of rice near the fourth rib near the thoracic vertebrae.The intertwined scars were like reddish scales and centipedes, covering her chest and abdomen, and the female swordsman carried a picture of a hard fight.

They were in a prayer room in the gate of Abrefield City, and Millicent was lying on the long stone platform, as if she was about to offer herself to the Lamb of God. Linde moved a chair and sat next to her, chatting while healing her injuries.

Millicent tensed all the muscles in her body, which slowed the blood flow from the wound, but she was probably nervous. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been staring up at the towering dome of the prayer room, as if you could see some wonderful view from the hanging iron flower-shaped candle chandelier.

If there is any view in this old prayer room, it is only Millicent herself.

"Linde..."

"Are you shivering, a little cold?" Linde reached out and pressed the stone platform under Millicent. After a while, the platform became warm, and the heat baked the wounded through the blood clothes and linen padding underneath her. Indeed, he no longer shivered and let out a gentle sigh.

"I have a strange feeling." Millicent closed her eyes. Her shoulder-length red hair always reminded people of a pool of fresh blood, flowing quietly along the stone platform.

"Huh? How does it feel?"

Lind used a trick [Clean Up] to remove the blood stains, then took out the most popular beauty potion in the magic world and applied it to Millicent. The scars left on her body due to improper treatment were under the effect of the magical potion. Next, each one made a squeaking sound, as if they were alive, scrambling to penetrate deep into the skin. The sight looked a bit scary, but the curative effect was excellent.

This process was a little itchy, as if a feather brushed against soft flesh. Millicent completely ignored the body's feeling and showed no abnormality. She turned her head and looked into Lind's eyes. No matter when she spoke, Millicent's tone was always sincere and humble, reflecting her determination to help her friends at any cost.

Linde thought to himself that if he was lying in the hospital one day and needed an organ transplant, Millicent would definitely agree to donate it without hesitation. She was such a loyal and good woman, even if she burned herself to death and abandoned her health and dignity, she would not hesitate to donate it. Will back down.

"I feel that every time you appear when I need it most. It's like... a patron saint. Forgive me for calling you that. I should be the one protecting you, but my power is too insignificant to you. , I just said arrogant words over and over again, but I still failed to help you."

"You said that I always show up when you need it most, is there such a thing?" Linde recalled the past, "The first time we met was in the church on the top of the hill behind the magic town in Gaylid, um, at that time you broke He lost an arm, was parasitized by scarlet corruption, and was dying. He really needed help.

"Then it was the first Christmas. When I found you, you were fighting a lava earth dragon. You were so heroic. I still remember it clearly. You didn't look like you needed help at all. The second Christmas, I remember you wandering outside the royal city of Rodel."

Millicent also got into her memory, and she echoed: "Yes, I'm looking for a special sentry torch that can break the invisibility. There is a completely invisible black knife assassin in the seal of Ritual Town, which has troubled me for a long time. I heard that since the night of the Black Knife Conspiracy, the soldiers in the royal city have been equipped with sentry torches."

"This is the fourth time. You were almost shot through the heart by an arrow. I arrived at the last minute. Isn't it a bit dramatic?" Linde smiled and winked, "So strictly speaking, I only saved you twice."

Millicent hesitated for a moment, her pale golden eyes flashed with a strange light, and then said: "That's not the case, Linde, I have been missing you since we parted, so every time you appear, it is When I need it most."

Linde was obviously stunned, thought about it for a moment, and smiled heartily: "Okay, I admit that your words are quite lethal. Especially when you say it so seriously. You take a rest first, and I will help. You can mend your clothes quickly."

He wrapped Millicent in a piece of thick cotton and picked up her old blood-stained clothes.

A typical travel top, simple gray linen, neatly cut, with a set of long-sleeved shirts underneath to keep you warm without compromising flexibility, and a wide-sleeved robe on the outside to keep out wind and rain.

In any case, such clothing is only suitable for travelers who travel lightly. They have no protection against swords and magic.

Millicent's swordsmanship was so strong that she was able to run across the border all the way from the Galede region in the south to the Holy Snowfield in the far north wearing civilian clothes. Moreover, her swordsmanship also rejects hard and heavy metal armor. The swordsmanship, which is famous for being as light as a bird, cannot fly if it is burdened.

Linde looked at the old coat with holes and threads in his hand, as if it had rubbed tens of thousands of times on the table in a prosperous Chinese restaurant, and was violently scrubbed by a powerful middle-aged dishwashing woman for two and a half years. The rag is really horrible.

He can repair this "armor" as before, but considering the user's personal safety, it is better to replace it with better equipment as much as possible.

Who is Linde? When he was in Winterhold College, he went out on an adventure with a few apprentices. He wanted to arm them from head to toe. When he played games, he always prepared the best armor and weapons for his followers and put them in the real world. , not to mention.

"Millicent, haven't you opened your Christmas gift last year?" Linde gave her a set of mithril chainmail and a phoenix-patterned cloak, which was as light as a feather and stronger than fine steel.

The female swordsman sat up on her side, reminding Lind of the first time he saw her. She was also sitting on her side with her legs together. At that time, she was leaning against the wall and dying. There were large white scars on her face caused by the rotten disease, and her appearance was ugly. , and the sweet stench of scarlet corruption, now it looks much stronger, like a curved sword that has just been tempered with fire, with a soft curve and a hard and cold edge.

Such a good woman should become even better.

Millicent hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly: "No, I know your gift, it is very precious."

"The value of armor lies in its damage. Good equipment can protect you from swords."

"That's true, but it is so strong that no enemy can harm me after wearing it. I can feel that my sword is getting weaker. I study hard the swordsmanship manual you gave me, which comes from the Red Guards. The inheritance of the Swordsinger really fascinates me. I need to believe in the sword in my hand. If I can’t meet an opponent worthy of my all-out effort, then how can I move forward with the sword in my hand?”

Linde said that it was clear that a high-end power system like the Sword Singer requires spiritual practice, just like the magic of a warlock, which requires strong belief.

"How far have you cultivated now?"