Today's blood moon was particularly bright, illuminating the spacious front yard of the martial arts hall. Except for the lack of warmth from the sun, everything else made Lucalin feel the same as daytime.
It was very quiet. Apart from the sound of metal and metal clashing from time to time leaking out from the cracks in the door of the dojo, Luckarin could only hear her own breathing and the occasional sound of wind passing by. Opposite Iona, she hid her body in the shadow of the eaves.
If it weren't for those eyes that seemed to be shining with blood under the moonlight, Lucaline felt that she might not even be a living person.
In addition to Lucaline and Iona, there was another person in the front yard. He was a middle-aged man, a little thin, and the muscles on his face seemed to be rigid, without any expression, as if he had crawled out of the cemetery.
Like a corpse, no emotion can be seen on the body.
This is the Priory's observer in San Rotalo. He does not belong to the same department as the Priory combatants. He came after the battle between the front yard personnel was over. He came specifically to confirm that the battle was one-on-one.
As for who is fighting Hagrid, it is none of his business. He only needs to confirm the result. Even the corpses of the members of the Priory who were dragged out before will not move his face.
The Brotherhood of Steel also has similar personnel in areas where the Priory has strong influence. Speaking of which, the Brotherhood of Steel and the Priory are like two countries, and these observers are equivalent to diplomats. The two sides secretly fight to the death.
On the surface, you still have to maintain a certain demeanor, and sometimes you even engage in some cooperation, which seems particularly weird.
Of course, some key things such as Geer's information will not be known to the observer. Iona is the person responsible for keeping an eye on him. In contrast, the observer will not try to break through the bottom line. No one knows better than them.
People who don't understand the principle of doing whatever they want have already become a red cross in the information book.
As for the other members of the Brotherhood of Steel, they had already evacuated the dojo after cleaning up the dojo, and were facing off with the support force from the Priory who arrived later, waiting for the final result in the dojo.
Geer has been in for almost ten minutes, which is almost enough time to complete a rather fierce duel.
Although Lucaline still maintained the same expression as usual, every sound of steel impact made her eyes shudder, and the black cloth robe she was holding in her hands unconsciously tightened, and she did not know what the cloth was.
Will the robe be the winner's coronation garment or the loser's shroud.
Finally, the dojo became very quiet, and there was no sound anymore. It lasted for a minute or two, and Lucaline knew that the battle inside should have an outcome.
After hesitating for a while, Lucaline looked at where Iona was, and her eyes directly met Iona's eyes.
After blinking, Iona and Lucaline looked at each other for a while, then closed their eyes and leaned against the wall of the dojo, without any movement.
Taking a deep breath, Lucaline walked to the door, put her hand on the handle, and applied force, and soft light poured out from the cracked gap.
Because the contrast between the brightness in the dojo and the outside was not great, Lucaline's eyes did not need to adjust, and she could directly see the situation in the dojo - the two people were very close, but one was standing and the other fell to the ground.
The one holding him was Geer, so there was no need for her to focus on him who was lying down.
"Congratulations..." Lucalin showed a faint smile.
…
A few minutes ago, the dojo.
Geer looked pitifully at Hagrid, who was half kneeling on the ground in front of him. He was covering the wound on his stomach. Big beads of sweat kept coming out of his forehead, going down the outline of his face, and finally dripping on his face.
The wooden floor was shattered by the impact, making a crisp dripping sound.
In another round of confrontation just now, Hagrid, who was weighed down by his injuries, was completely unable to use his swordsmanship advantage. Although he barely blocked Geer's cross sword attack, he was kicked hard in the abdomen by Geer again.
Although the foot did not directly hit the original wound, the huge force transmitted into his body still caused him severe injuries, almost squeezing his internal organs out of the wound. Now his internal organs have been damaged by the severe blow just now.
The serious injury will definitely cause massive bleeding. It can be said that the injury is added to the injury. Even if he does not die this time, it will leave serious sequelae. This genius boy has already come to the end of his life.
Holding the sword in his left hand, Geer accurately squeezed the blood vessels at the wound on his left chest with his right hand to stop the bleeding and stabilize the aggravated injury caused by another battle just now.
"it's over."
After the wound stabilized, Geer handed the sword back to his right hand, held the cross sword upside down, looked at Hagrid opposite, and said lightly.
Geer's face was a little pale, but he was much prettier than Hagrid. Without Geer's accurate and effective wound treatment methods, his face became increasingly pale as time went by.
"Yes...it's over..."
Hagrid looked at Geer with a complicated look, which was mixed with a series of emotions such as envy, anger, fear, relief, etc. He barely held up his body with his sword, Hagrid took a few breaths, and his expression
Calmness returned again: "Come on, let's end this."
"as you wish."
Geer nodded slightly, and then drew his sword. Although Geer could wait a little longer and let the injury drain the last bit of energy from his opponent, which was the safest way, out of respect for this opponent, Geer decided to
Give him relief.
Bang!
Hagrid's sword fell to the ground, and he grabbed Geer's arm with both hands, and the cross sword controlled by Geer's hand had pierced his chest the moment before.
The pupils of this genius boy began to dilate, his breath became weak, and the hands holding Geer's arm slowly lost their strength.
"It turns out that I'm not a genius." Hagrid calmly glanced at the cross sword pierced into his chest, as if he wanted to remember it firmly, and uttered a sentence in a low but clear voice, and then closed his eyes.
The breath is cut off.
…
Geer lowered his upper body and leaned back on the high-backed chair in his room. The wound on his chest was as pale as a corpse.
A doctor in white clothes was sitting next to him, carefully suturing his wounds.
"Okay, it will be fine if you don't do strenuous exercise for a month." The doctor said firmly after sewing the last stitch and bandaging it carefully.
"Thank you, Dr. Felton." Geer moved his left arm a little and tried to feel how the wound on his left chest would feel after being affected. He felt that this doctor's skills were indeed good. As long as the movements were not too large, it wouldn't be a problem.
Too big.
Little Miller, who was standing by, wisely put a money bag on the table in front of Dr. Felton.
"This is the medical fee."
"Okay." Dr. Felton took the money bag and said with a smile: "I will prescribe some medicine for you. You can rub a little on the wound every day according to the instructions above, and you will recover soon."
"Then I'm sorry to bother you, but I asked you to come here specially at such a late hour."
"It's no trouble." Dr. Felton dug out a few brown glass bottles from his medical kit, carefully checked the labels, took out one and put it on the table: "This is half a month's worth of medicine.
Measure the amount, and come to my clinic to get it when you're done. Remember to strictly follow the instructions, and there will be no other problems. Then I'll leave first."
"Thank you." Geer nodded, then turned to look at Little Miller: "Send the doctor to me."
"Okay, here's the doctor, please."
Watching Little Miller and Dr. Felton leave the room, Geer withdrew his gaze.
Dr. Felton was sent by Luccarine and was very famous in surgery. It is said that this was because he had been on the battlefield and worked in a field hospital for a long time.
On the carriage, Lucaline had already performed preliminary treatment on Geer's wound. Coupled with Dr. Felton's professional follow-up treatment, the trouble with the wound was finally solved.
"Sofia, you should go and rest too."
Sophia happened to bump into Geer when he was injured, and she has been with him to this day.
"Brother..." Sophia hesitated for a while and stopped talking.
"If you want to help me, then make yourself more useful."
"...Yes." Sophia nodded heavily, stood up and left the room.
Geer sat on a chair, picked up the glass on the desk, and drank the warm water in one gulp.
Rigel took out the broken cross sword from the desk drawer. After so much time of absorption, although there was still a lot of energy in it, there were obvious signs that it was decreasing.
"I guess it won't be able to hold on for much longer. We still have to get the Femisi Spiritual Sacrifice back as soon as possible."
Geer held the hilt of the sword and felt the steady stream of cool breath transmitted to his body. The stinging sensation caused by the wound was relieved a lot for a while.
Once the pain from the wound decreased, the fatigue that had been suppressed could no longer be suppressed and spread to the whole body. Geer only felt that his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was limp.
This battle with Hagrid really consumed all his energy and strength. Although this battle was not long, not even ten minutes, the lightning and flint in it made the danger of life and death clear in an instant, and it was indeed
It has been done no less than a hundred times.
It can be said that Geer has wandered between life and death hundreds of times in this short battle. Every attack or defense, as long as there is a little negligence, the result will be immediate death.
This battle was almost the most difficult one he had ever fought, and even the combination with Belif Gaston was not that stressful.
Belif and Stone were definitely stronger than Hagrid, but it was just a normal life-and-death battle. If you win, you will live or if you lose, you will die. There is no psychological burden. This is nothing to Geer.
But unlike Hagrid's battle, this is not just a battle, but a collision between the two sides' beliefs about their own martial arts. The loser will not only lose his life, but also the path he has taken will be rejected.
, this is unbearable for warriors like Geer and Hagrid, so the pressure is particularly great for both parties.
Fortunately, Geer still won the final victory as before.
Although his body was exhausted, Geer's soul was extremely happy.
"Strength brings victory, and victory nourishes one's confidence. The stronger the confidence, the greater the power it can exert. This is a perfect cycle. Invincible confidence is forged from the victory brought by strength."