When Palmer woke up, two days had passed since that night, and the lingering sounds of the battle lingered in his ears for a while. Palmer was brought back to reality by the soft and warm bed.
Before Palmer could enjoy this comfort, he felt strange sensations in his body, and the pain of needle pricks spread throughout his body. Palmer couldn't bear to move his body, trying to alleviate the impact of the pain.
This was not the first time that Palmer had been injured like this. Over time, Palmer had begun to get used to this situation. After relieving the pain, he followed the process he had developed before and first looked around to confirm where he was.
If Palmer saw it correctly, he was in his room, a room in Morrowind Fortress. The familiar room had been slightly changed. Some medical equipment was parked aside, and there were some iron rods carrying medicine.
The plate is placed not far away.
Palmer tried to move his body, but found that he was tied up with white bandages like a valuable express delivery.
There was a layer of plaster on his right hand and left foot. From the corner of his vision, he noticed that there seemed to be something else on the plaster. Palmer tried hard to raise his right hand and saw a line of scrawled handwriting on the surface of the plaster, which read
.
"The love from my father."
The signature is a crooked heart shape and Vonn's signature.
Damn it...
Palmer's blood pressure rose instantly. The heart rate monitor beside him was beeping. Palmer struggled to get up. The hospital bed was shaking. The medical staff outside the door noticed the abnormal noise in the room and rushed in one after another.
Before Palmer could explain anything, these people skillfully injected various drugs into Palmer. In an instant, the pain that lingered all over his body disappeared, along with Palmer's consciousness.
"You are truly worthy of being the heir to the Clerks family!"
"Hand-blade traitor!"
"For the honor of the family, he dares to take action even when facing the defenders. He really..."
The medical staff pointed at Palmer. Palmer stretched out his finger and opened his mouth slightly. He was about to say something dirty, but before he could even utter a single syllable, he fell asleep again.
Palmer slept through the night. After such a long period of saturated sleep, Palmer was in a very good state of mind.
This time, Palmer did not make any violent reaction, but instead thought about the current situation.
Obviously, the Night Clan attack incident has ended, and now it is the familiar recovery phase. It may be due to his own gift. Every time Palmer experiences a major incident, he will survive the dangerous battlefield...and then in the hospital.
Lie down for several weeks.
"I am lucky, my lucky..."
Palmer talked to himself, exerting psychological suggestions on himself. No matter what, he did not want to believe the fact that he was an unlucky man.
In fact, from a practical point of view, Palmer's performance in this incident was extremely lucky.
In the words of the doctors, Ralph was restricted by the oath and could not kill Palmer directly, but this did not mean that Ralph could not kill Palmer indirectly.
No matter how strict the oath is, there are loopholes that can be violated. Ralph has obviously realized these very early. Under his attack, Palmer was seriously injured and his body was covered with hideous wounds. It only took a while for Palmer to
Mo will die from massive hemorrhage.
The doctors struggled to pull Palmer out of the rubble and used various alchemical potions to keep him alive along the way. After sending Palmer to the operating table, the doctors discovered a problem. Palmer just looked miserable.
That's all, actually this guy is living a good life.
Secret Energy·Wind Source.
In this era of the explosion of alchemy matrix technology, this secret energy is only a first-stage manifestation of the secret energy of the Klex family. However, in the era where Ralph lived, this secret energy wind source was the result of years of research and development by the Klex family.
, the alchemical matrix that was created.
Even though Ralph possesses the power of a defender, he is still limited by the times and the secret energy and source of wind.
The ether conversion efficiency of Secret Energy and Wind Source is not high, and the control instructions are also vague, making it impossible to perform more precise operations.
For this reason, Ralph's deadly wind blade is like a sword waving out. It looks vicious and full of murderous intent, but in fact the knife avoids the vital point.
After discovering this, even the attending physician couldn't help lamenting that Palmer was just unlucky. If a wind blade struck the wrong position, causing Palmer to bleed heavily and cause indirect death, then the Clarks family could consider
Create a new heir.
"Damn...why do I always feel that something is not right..."
After his emotions stabilized, Palmer began to review.
Church's fatal shot hidden in the dark, the swapped oath documents, and the sudden arrival of Vonn, even Palmer realized at this moment that this was a scam, and he was involved in it.
Going into the scam.
Palmer raised his right hand, looked at the words on the plaster and screamed, "You even lied to your son!"
After venting, Palmer felt relieved again. This was not the first time Vonn had done this.
There was a glimmer in Palmer's eyes, calling out to Aether. His body was restrained, but Aether still obeyed Palmer's orders.
Under the treatment of doctors, Zephyrin's poison had been completely eliminated from Palmer's body. He easily summoned the breeze and carefully used the wind blades to cut the ties that bound him.
After his limbs were freed, Palmer moved around, trying to see if he could be lifted up by the wind support, so that without a wheelchair, Palmer could move freely for the time being.
But before Palmer could take the next step, the door was pushed open forcefully again. Palmer thought that the doctors had noticed something strange and wanted to treat him again, so he shouted.
"I'm awake! No problem!"
Palmer guessed that the "enthusiasm" of these doctors was also entrusted by his damn old father. Palmer could even imagine what Vonn said at that time.
"This is the famous Palmer Crax! He is the heir to the Crax family! We must not die in Morrowind Stronghold! That would make us look incompetent!"
That's what Vonn must have said, Palmer swore.
Many times, Palmer felt that his relationship with Vonn was not that of father and son, but more like friends who disliked each other.
It was not the medical staff who appeared at the door, it was a familiar figure. Even though her back was turned to the light, leaving only a dark silhouette, Palmer could still recognize her.
Wosselin quickly walked to the bed and pushed Palmer back easily.
"You seem to be in good spirits."
"Anyone who sleeps for this long will be full of energy."
Palmer looked at Vosilin. She was also injured, but it was much lighter than Palmer. There were many bruises and abrasions on her body, and her elbow was wrapped with gauze.
Vosilin sat on the edge of the bed, and Palmer lay in his original position, turning his head. Vosilin kept looking at Palmer. She lowered her head slightly and combed her hair on her temples from time to time.
Palmer asked, "What happened?"
Vosilin recounted to Palmer what happened after he fell into coma. Vonn killed Ralph, and the Night Clan's attack failed... and the part about conspiracy, all of which were set up by Vonn's United Order Bureau.
scam.
"Your former partner, Church, was a member of this operation. You just happened to be involved in it and you 'improvised' by the way."
After listening to Wosilin's words, Palmer let out a long sigh. He covered his face with his still movable palms, recalling in his mind the scene when he met Church when he set off.
It was not a chance encounter, but a long-planned meeting.
Wosilin asked, "How does it feel to be deceived by Church?"
"I don't feel anything, it's just work, and..." Recalling Church's various performances along the way, Palmer did not notice the slightest difference. He sighed again, "This is very consistent with Church's style, don't look at his expression
Although he looks ordinary, in my opinion, he can be regarded as an expert."
Since being mixed up with Boluogo, "expert" has become an adjective with special meaning.
"He is not a murderous expert like Burlogo. Church is extremely talented in intelligence penetration and assassination. He is a true expert."
Palmer seldom spoke of his days working with Church, when he was still at Crow's Nest, an intelligence agency where secrecy was a top priority.
Just as Burlogo leads Palmer now, most of the work at that time was actually done by Church, with Palmer assisting him.
"Church? He doesn't look as special as you say."
Woxilin shook her head. Church was so ordinary. So ordinary that even now when Woxilin thinks about it, it's hard to remember what Church looked like.
Palmer sighed again, "Yeah, so Church is a professional."
Wosselin was stunned for a few seconds, and then she realized what Palmer was referring to.
Church is ordinary and unnoticeable. If you don't think about it deliberately, you can hardly even remember his existence. From the perspective of an intelligence worker, Church's professional quality is evident.
Palmer lowered his head. Even after working with Church for so long, Palmer still didn't know Church's true appearance. Recalling the blow from Chekhov's gun, he couldn't even figure out how Church relied on him.
So close.
Didn't Ralph realize it at all?
I went home to spend time with my family during the National Day, and then attended my friend’s wedding. I took two days off and will resume updating on October 4th. I wish you all a happy holiday!
