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Aiker was frantically pouring medicine on Kaisen's wound, but suddenly felt the rising and falling of Kaisen's chest became larger.

After a pause, he saw Kaisen slowly open his eyes.

At this time, the dark clouds in the night sky finally evacuated, revealing a bright crescent moon, and the moonlight shone in through the wide open window.

The dark room finally had light.

Aker said happily: "You're awake!"

Because of the injury, Kaisen turned his eyes slowly, and he just looked at Ai Keer for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Ai Keer."

His voice was already hoarse beyond recognition.

Aiker asked sadly: "Did the blood hurt you?"

Kaysen nodded.

Aikeer lowered his eyes, he was holding the medicine jar, a little at a loss: "When I entered the city, I saw the soldiers taking you away. I thought they would treat you, so I didn't go to you right away...I'm sorry."

The medicinal liquid containing bright elements immediately devoured the remaining dark elements of the blood race, and began to quickly heal Kaisen's wounds.

Kaisen gained some strength, endured the pain and stood up halfway, and refused Aikel's help, he frowned and gasped: "Aiker, it's not your fault."

He looked at Aikeer and said helplessly, "What you should apologize to me is that you lied to me, and you followed me secretly, right?"

Aike lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

Kaisen sighed: "It's okay, as long as you didn't get caught by Louis."

Aiker raised his head: "But, he has already discovered that I am here, but he doesn't know that I am a dark elf..."

Kaisen was taken aback: "That's good."

Aiker smiled: "Let me continue to treat the wound for you."

These words reminded Kaisen, he looked down at himself, the transparent sap exuding the fragrance of the trees, the not-so-smelling green liquid mixed with his own blood, these sticky liquids were flowing everywhere.

Aikeel blinked, and quietly put the hand holding the medicine jar behind his back.

Kaisen couldn't help laughing when he saw Aikeer's guilty action.

Eckel was discouraged: "I won't do this..."

Kaisen said with a smile: "You are a dark elf, of course not, it would be great if you could help me with the medicine."

Kaisen leaned back on the bed, and took another breath with pain: "Can you help me get all the medicines on the table?"

Aiker nodded, turned around and walked to the table, holding all the medicines in his arms, and saw Kaisen taking off his tattered knight outfit as soon as he turned around.

Because of the pain, it was very difficult to move, but also because the clothes came off, revealing more bloody scratches.

The knight's body is extremely strong, thick muscles are wrapped by the skin, and the strength seems to be emanating from the inside.

When wearing a knight outfit, he only feels thin, and when he reveals a large piece of wheat-colored skin, it makes people feel strong.

It was supposed to be a very powerful and beautiful body, but now I think that the chest muscles to the abdominal muscles are covered with scars, old injuries alternate with new injuries, and there is a strong tearing impact.

This made Aiker deeply realize that the vampire family he had never seen before—the attack power of such dark creatures was so powerful.

He looked at those bloody wounds and felt a little uncomfortable. It would be great if he came to Kaisen earlier.

Facing Aker's direct gaze, Kaisen paused, he realized that he was not very good about being naked in front of Aker.

Resisting the urge to put his clothes on again, Kaisen continued to take them off.

Undressing facilitates the application of medicine.

Aikeer walked to the bed and put down the pile of medicines.

He looked at Kaisen, who was wiping the liquid around the wound with a faded soft cloth, his brows were furrowed because of the pain, and his lips were tightly pursed to endure the pain.

The elf asked tentatively, "Shall I help you?"

Although his medicine skills are really poor.

Kaisen was taken aback, and responded slowly: "Okay."

The pain made his movements sluggish, his reflexes dulled, and he couldn't count the number of times he had pressed the cloth directly to the wound.

Eckel took the cloth and wiped it awkwardly and carefully.

The fine numb pain was non-stop, Kaisen looked at the top of Eckel's hair with his head lowered, and suddenly felt that the pain was not so painful.

This is the only person other than himself who will give him medicine since he followed Louis.

Every time he was injured, no matter whether it was a minor injury or a serious injury, Louis would not give him a look at all. Kaisen knew that Louis didn't care about the life or death of any knight.

And among the knights, everyone is in danger under the leadership of Louis. On the surface, they are companions, but in private they don't care about each other's life or death.

When Kaisen was thrown on this bed by the soldiers, he was dying and watched the soldiers put the medicine on the table, and then left ruthlessly. At that time, he felt that he was going to die in this small room.

The king wouldn't send someone to heal him, Louis might have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't even get up himself.

I can only lie on the bed, looking at the medicine on the table weakly, even if I am anxious, even if I am desperate, I can only wait quietly for death.

Consciousness gradually blurred in the pain, and Kaisen struggled to stay awake with willpower. He knew that once he closed his eyes, he might never wake up again.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't support his weak body to give himself medicine.

At last, at dusk, he was plunged into darkness.

He thought he was going to die here, but he didn't expect that there would be a day when he opened his eyes again, and in front of him was the elf he thought of just before he fell into a coma, the elf he regretted that he would never see again.

Kaisen slowly closed his eyes, his luck seemed to improve.

"I'm done! What should I do next?" Aker asked Kaisen after wiping.

His voice interrupted Kaisen's thoughts, and he said: "The medicinal liquid in the transparent round bottle is for drinking, and the angular one is for pouring on the wound. You don't need to pour too much."

After finishing speaking, Kaisen added: "Thank you."

Eckel had already picked out the round bottles, uncorked them, and handed them to Kaisen one by one.

But Kaisen endured the strange taste on the tip of his tongue and swallowed it quickly.

The cool liquid dilutes the smell of blood in the mouth, and also moisturizes the dry throat. Kaisen coughed a few times, and his voice was not as hoarse as before.

And Ekeel had already poured the medicine little by little. He breathed lightly and carefully controlled the amount of medicine poured down.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

With two heavy "knock knocks", Aiker, who was so concentrated in fright, shook his hand, and poured most of the liquid medicine in one go.

There was a "sizzling" sound when the liquid medicine touched the wound, and Kaisen grunted in pain.

Aker said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

It's all the people knocking on the door!

Aker turned his head angrily to see who knocked on the door, and beside the door stood the king with blond hair and blue eyes.

The king's eyes were now a rich dark blue. He had a cold face, frowning, and looked in a bad mood.

Cecil didn't even look at Kaisen on the bed, he stared at the angry boy: "What are you doing?"

Aiker said angrily: "I'm taking medicine, can you not disturb me?"

For some reason, Cecil clenched his fingertips: "Do you take medicine?"

"Does he have no hands himself?"

Aiker was a little puzzled: "Kaysen is injured."

Cecil finally glanced at Kaisen like a charity, and said mockingly, "You can get up, don't you have the strength to give yourself medicine?"

And Kaisen was also looking at the king in front of him warily. He heard that the king hated the Holy See very much.

There was fierceness hidden deep in Kaisen's eyes: "The king."

Cecil walked forward towards Aiker: "We've been stuck for too long, we should get out of here."

"Otherwise, there's a chance Louis could hear," he said.

"If he comes here in person, I will be very distressed whether to tear myself apart with the Holy See for you." The king said calmly.