As Alisabate tried to treat the giant's wound, her companions kept adjusting the position of the lantern so that she could see clearly the situation inside the crack of the armor.
"Fat ball, is this... really an angel?"
"What else? There is also the head of the dragon on its sword..."
"Angel...the holy...the messenger of the Emperor of God... will he bleed..."
"You ask the pastor to go."
Alisabate, kneeling on the ground, focused on her own life. The wound on the other party was terrible and the smell was bad. However, she had cut off the head of a chicken, picked the internal organs of fish, and cut fat from fresh meat, so she had seen worse in a sense.
Cutting wounds were no strangers to her. She had been working in the kitchen before she could pick up the customers. Once she was peeling potatoes, she accidentally cut a wound along the inside of her palm. After the injury prevented her from working, she was cruelly whipped and had to eat leftovers for several days.
Since then, she has become more careful.
However, the other party's situation was still very surprising. The wound, which should have been very deep, had almost healed. If she remembered correctly, she obviously saw a huge laceration at that time...
"What a powerful self-healing force...that shouldn't be stitched, just clean the wound?"
Realizing that she didn't need to do much, Alisabet began to pick out the metal pieces from the other person's wound with a needle, and when she worked hard in the dim light, she tried to keep the idea in mind - she was doing housework, not doing some surgery.
Occasionally she would look at the other person's face, and at this moment the giant's face became blurred in the darkness.
Of course, if he was about to wake up, then he should have been awake now?
Her fingers were trembling, nervous as if she had pierced her fingers again, because some of the fragments were too deep and they had to pierce the needle into the flesh to pick them out, but the giant didn't even react no matter how the skin was treated.
It seemed that this point was nothing to him, or his consciousness had floated too far and could not feel the pain.
She mustered up the courage to start working and focused more on his body.
Suddenly, Alisabet remembered something and looked up at his friend.
"One-eyed man, you go back first. If you leave for too long, you will be whipped. The mean ghost above you is very powerful, I know."
"But..."
The hunched figure holding the stick was obviously a little worried. Looking at the giant, Alisabet knew what the other party was worried about and waved his hand.
"Okay OK OK, I'm fine. I'll leave after doing this. It won't wake up for a while."
"Then...well that."
Behind her job was her own. Although she was alone with such a terrible giant, she was not afraid and even hummed a song in her mouth.
But there were too many wounds on the other party's body that she could not handle at all. She could only deal with the scary things that looked and clean the wounds with the stolen spirits until she used up all the towels.
Then she took out the kettle from the basket, opened it, and held it up to the giant.
Because she couldn't see clearly, she had to approach his face. Under the faint light, his face seemed to have a holy and majestic light, reminding her of the saints and heroes in religious brochures, and the knight princes riding war horses in the old comic novels.
Of course, she had never seen a prince, and there would never be such a person in her life...
Although the other party's chapped lips were slightly open, Alissabet was still worried that the water would spill on the other party's face. She trembled and carefully poured the liquid into his mouth.
The next second, he suddenly coughed, and the sound crackled. The sound made her retreat again, but in the end he calmed down, so she tried again...
Anyway, at least he swallowed a few sips of water. Alisabet was very satisfied and wiped the other person's face with a towel. This action suddenly made her heart beat violently in her chest.
She hesitated for a moment, looked down at the emblem on the other person's chest, carefully stretched out the towel, and gently wiped away the stains and blood stains on it.
It was very bright, a little dazzling, and seemed to burn her soul-
Alissabet lowered her head, as if she felt the dark brown herpes scar under her neck stinging, tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and then she extinguished the lantern and fled here as if she was flying.
But she didn't know that when she turned around, the other party's eyelids suddenly moved slightly...
The whole world is covered in gray, with snow on the lead-gray sky, gray snow, and the tongue of flames licking the ruins, making crackling sounds, the aroma of barbecue and the stench of carrion intertwined in the air.
Jacob lay on the ground and stared at the sky of the old Hamigedon, his former hometown, surrounded by enemies, Tyron's aliens, green skins, and those who can be called names but cannot be called names.
He was very calm and could not feel the pain on his body. Only the songs that his mother whispered in his ears when she was a child...
Mother...
His mother stood beside him, her knife stabbed into a savage's neck, but at the same time, the sharp claws of sword-likeness also penetrated from behind her, and blood splattered on him.
Pushing down the body of the pursuer, her mother pulled out the sharp claws that pierced her, picked him up, comforted her, and continued to stagger and run, running...
Until she could no longer run and fell to the ground, but she still hugged her tightly. Before the blood was dry, she gently stroked his face and hummed a song low...
Lying on the battlefield, the songs were still echoing in his ears. Just as his consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep, a crack suddenly cracked open in the sky, and a ray of light shone on him.
A girl with wings was falling down grey, gray hair and gray clothes seemed to be integrated with the world, except for those sapphire-like eyes.
She was like an angel who came to greet him, stretching out her hands and gently stroked his cheek...
"Bitch!"
Alisabet, who was kneeling on the ground, was hit hard in the arm, and an angry fat woman stood in front of her, glaring at her.
This is the owner of the mansion she lived in. It is said that she was once a rich widow. Later, she spent money to build this small building and house made of red bricks and white tiles. After more than ten years of operation, it became a famous place of elegance and beauty.
Not only are the celebrities, businessmen, and even some of the city's masters and young masters also come here. It is said that they even received a law enforcement officer from the Ministry of Justice, but they have not left their names. The bishop of a church more than 30 kilometers away is also a frequent visitor here.
She was tall, fat, but also very likable. In this always closed, dim house, her face looked pale and shining like a coat of paint.
A circle of thin wigs were decorated around her forehead, and the slim curls made her look young and not very compatible with her mature body. Usually she was always happy, radiant and liked to joke, but was restrained and paid attention to her condition - this is what she often taught girls, pay attention to her condition.
Perhaps it was because she had a husband from a famous family who was always a little disgusted with swearing. Even in such a place, if a girl calls her name directly, she would get angry and get angry.
Chapter completed!