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Dead silence.

Aiker was stunned on the spot, and Mutu, who had relaxed his vigilance, also bared his teeth.

Cecil narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and tapped the table with his knuckles.

The muffled sound awakened Aiker's confused thoughts, and he looked at the king in a daze, not realizing the meaning of the king's words.

But instinct told Eckel that he should stop talking, and Cecil seemed to hate the Holy See.

why?

Isn't the Holy See the ruler of mankind?

Eckel repeated: "A lackey?"

The contempt in Cecil's eyes was swept away, and he returned to a calm look: "Yes, those so-called knights of light who swore to submit to the corrupt Holy See—"

He looked stern, and said word by word: "In my eyes, they are all running dogs."

Ai Keer understood, he disagreed with Cecil's statement, and explained seriously: "No, Kaisen is not a running dog."

He organized his language to conceal the fact that he was a dark elf: "Louis was also arresting me before."

Because he is a dark elf.

"But Kaisen is the same as you. He thinks I have done nothing wrong. After he found me, he let me go." Aiker said firmly: "Kaysen helped me escape from Louis' capture. He is not the Holy See. running dog."

The King looks like he hates Louis...

Eccle paused and said, "He's not Louis' lackey either."

"Kayson is a qualified knight."

After Cecil listened quietly, his expression didn't change: "How can I trust you?"

It wasn't just a few words from just anyone who could dispel Cecil's disgust. If Louis, the leader of the Holy See, was called an executioner, then the Knight of Light was the sticky, bloody knife in the executioner's hand.

The stench of blood made Cecil want to destroy it.

The elf obviously didn't expect to have to prove this statement.

Aikeer was startled, and he pursed his lips angrily: "I can swear, he really saved me!"

Ai Keer's black glazed pupils looked closely at those lake-blue eyes, but the other party did not say a word.

It was too quiet for a while.

Aiker waited for the king on the opposite side to make a golden seal for him to swear the oath, but he didn't expect the king to look at him quietly for a while, and then nodded slightly.

Cecil stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to see him."

Although he didn't believe it, seeing the young man's unconvinced expression, he felt amused, and somehow agreed.

Although Aike was a little confused, he got up immediately: "Really?!"

But the blond-haired, blue-eyed king had a calm expression, obviously showing no signs of bad deception.

Cecil took two steps forward. He leaned over and lifted the hood behind Aickel. He was about to cover Aickel's head forward, but stopped again: "Forget it, follow me , there is no need to hide."

Cecil turned around and took a step: "Really, follow me closely."

"Remember to hide your puppy."

Aikeer nodded impatiently: "Okay."

He tucked Mutu back into his sleeve and followed the king out of the room.

The soldiers in the king's palace did not patrol so closely, not only because Cecil hated noise, but also because the soldiers here only obeyed the king's orders and would not follow Louis's orders.

When the patrolling soldiers were stopped by the king, they immediately stepped forward and half-kneeled respectfully: "The king."

Although the soldiers wondered who the good-looking boy in the black cloak behind the king was, you must know that the king hated being approached by others.

Aike followed Cecil closely, looking at the soldiers curiously.

He hid from these soldiers for a long time, and never thought that he still had the scene of standing in front of the soldiers openly.

Cecil asked about Kaisen's location and took Aikeer there.

After walking for a long time, I arrived at a dilapidated house.

Because it was night, and there were no lights around, it was dark only by the moonlight, and there were no lights in the house, so it was pitch black inside.

Thanks to Eckel being a dark elf, his night vision ability is relatively strong.

Aikeer stood not far away, with a hesitant expression.

In his perception, Kaisen's status should be quite high, and he shouldn't stay in such a place with such a serious injury.

They walked forward side by side.

Cecil misunderstood: "Afraid?"

Aiker shook his head: "No, why is he here?"

Cecil laughed and said, "You don't think I will find someone to treat him, do you? Even his master Louis doesn't care about his life or death."

Aikele was surprised: "But——"

Cecil interrupted: "It's nothing to worry about, a violent and selfish person like Louis only cares about himself."

Eckel was speechless.

They walked to the door, and Cecil stood at the door: "Go in."

Already unconsciously hugging Mutu tightly in his arms, Aikel touched the door uneasily and looked back at the king.

Cecil frowned slightly: "I don't need to hurt you, you go in and see him, I will wait for you outside."

"After all, I don't want to see people from the Holy See."

Aiker closed his eyes, opened the door and walked in. As soon as he stepped in, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

But he was relieved because Kaisen was indeed here.

In the pitch darkness, a black figure lay on the bed, looking lifeless.

Aiker panicked again for a moment, and he ran over immediately.

At the door, Cecil looked indifferently at the figure on the bed, turned and left.

"Kayson?!" Aikeel ran to the bed, and only felt the faint sound of breathing with his keen hearing.

Eckel heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to touch Kaisen who was so seriously injured, so he had to yell a few more times, but the person on the bed was unconscious.

Mutu jumped down from his arms and said calmly, "Don't panic."

"The one on the table seems to be medicine?"

Aiker looked back, and there were indeed some things on the table: "Medicine? What is that?"

Mutu said: "Human beings are very fragile. It is difficult for them to heal after being injured. In order to increase the possibility of survival, they made medicine to heal the wound."

Aiker has already picked up the pile of bottles and jars that he doesn't know what they are: "How do I use them?"

Mutu looked at him: "..."

Eckel: "?"

Mutu pretended to be calm and shook the wolf's head: "... I don't know."

Eckel suggested: "I'll ask the king?"

Mutu continued to shake his head: "He won't say it, but I heard... he sprinkled the medicine on it?"

Aiker acted immediately. He unscrewed a glass jar, which contained green liquid medicine: "Spray on the wound?"

Mutu: "Yes, but the wound must be cleaned before that."

Eckel said sadly: "But we have no water."

Mutu thought for a while: "As long as it is clean, it should be fine? You can manipulate the branches and wash them with juice, right?"

Aiker nodded: "Okay."

He manipulated the branches, carefully twisting them together, and squeezed the juice onto Kaysen's wound.

The unconscious Kaisen hissed lightly.

Aiker said happily: "There is a reaction! It is the right thing to do."

When the juice soaked Kaisen's body, and the dripping juice mixed with blood wet the bed, Eckel lifted the green potion.

He poured the green potion very carefully on Kaisen's wound.

Kaisen frowned tightly, it hurts too much...why does it hurt so much?

The pain dragged him out of the darkness. Kaisen struggled to open his eyes, but he didn't fully open them. In the pain and darkness, he heard a familiar voice.

It seemed to be the elf, he said happily: "Are you awake?!"