Yes, why do you want to make that fox girl a blood servant?
Archmage Leblanc also wanted to know the answer. He glanced at Marquis Tragu with a cold expression and urged with his eyes:
Say it quickly!
Why are the younger generations of your family so stupid that they want to touch that fox priestess? Whether they are made into blood servants or descendants, something big will happen!
Marquis Turgu's face also turned dark. These bastards, they do whatever they want in their own territory, but they still mess around when they come out to do business?
If the kid who caused the trouble was his descendant, he would have killed him long ago. However, he was from another marquis. Even if he shouted for beating and killing, he still had to find out the matter!
He half-turned around, raised his hand and grabbed it, and a black wind roared out. A moment later, the young vampire who had been slapped out before was pulled back in a spin and slapped directly to the ground.
"explain!"
Marquis Tergu moved his fingers slightly, the black wind was like a whip, and with one stroke there were five blood marks:
"What's going on? Are you dizzy?!"
The young vampire screamed.
On the bed, the fox girl opened her eyes slightly. When she saw the vampire, she groaned and fainted again. Her face, which had just turned around a little, became even paler.
Grete frowned slightly. He turned to Archmage Leblanc and lowered his voice:
"Your Excellency, Archmage, there are patients here, please keep quiet."
His voice was low and soft, but his tone was very firm. Archmage Leblanc glanced at him silently: After spending so many days together, he also knew what kind of character Gretel was.
This kid is humble, gentle and easy to talk to, but when it comes to matters related to patients, he is strict and does not give any discount.
Arguing with his patient here?
Noisy the person he finally saved?
Gretel really dares to fall out, and she won’t give anyone any face!
The archmage sighed lightly and turned to the orc prince. The one who suffered the loss and was rescued was his after all. Archmage Leblanc was very angry and discussed with him:
"Let us treat you safely here, and we can ask questions in another place?"
The group of people came in force and exited with a rumble. Cerira glanced at her and looked out desperately, wanting to know what was going on. Grete looked at her with a smile:
"If you want to know, just go and listen! I'm here, it'll be okay."
"Are your treatment skills sufficient? And that cardiopulmonary resuscitation, are you strong enough without me?"
"Don't worry, it's no problem." Gretel patted the space bag with a smile. The dark gold skeleton turned into a ray of light, flew out, and assembled itself on the ground:
"If necessary, he will be responsible for pressing the chest, and I will be responsible for artificial respiration. It is the [deep breathing] spell. Try it once and blow in air once. It is very convenient. The treatment skills are not enough. I can call you again."
"That's okay! I'm going to go see it!"
Miss Silver Dragon flew out happily. Gretel smiled at her back, turned back, and pressed on the back of the hand of the Fox Priestess:
Release your fingers, one second, two seconds. The blood color finally slowly returns, Gretel frowned:
The peripheral blood return is too slow and the blood volume is not enough. His previous estimate of blood loss seemed a bit too optimistic...
While thinking about it, he activated the treatment technique, and the white light penetrated through the sheets and shone on the fox girl's abdomen. With a large amount of blood loss, the stomach, intestines, kidneys, liver, etc. would all be damaged...
Across the door, quarrels, scolds, and roars kept coming. Gretel turned a deaf ear to it, looked at the fox girl's recovery, and turned to the three mobile blood banks nearby:
"Come on, come on, you, it's you, hold out your hand! This bag of blood is almost finished, it's your turn!"
These wolf guards all looked quite strong, maybe weighing more than 180. Blood was flowing out, and Grete cast an anticoagulant spell on the blood bottle, muttering to himself:
It is definitely no problem to draw 400 ml of blood. In the extreme case, if one person draws 200 ml more, the person will not be killed. Well, the worst case scenario is to give each of them a bottle of saline!
He has plenty of salt water!
As soon as I hung up the blood bottle again, I heard a long scream outside. It was low and hoarse, as if my neck had been stepped on:
"I didn't want to turn her into a descendant! I really didn't want to! I was playing with her and accidentally sucked a few mouthfuls of blood. I thought she was about to die..."
"Nonsense! Why is the priestess of my tribe with you?"
"That's not the key...The key is, why did you suck so much blood? What happened?"
"I...I don't know...I just overplayed and my mind got confused...By the way, there seemed to be a scent..."
"You said yes?"
"It really exists! If you don't believe me, go search for it! Go search for it!"
Then Grete couldn't hear anything. There was noisy people, and he walked far away to another courtyard, not sure whether to search or verify. After a while, the silver dragon girl came back with a gust of wind, her face turned pale with anger:
"How disgusting! How disgusting!"
"What's the matter?"
Grete turned away from the electrocardiograph. Cerira sat down next to him. When she saw the unconscious fox priestess on the bed, she said "bah" and turned away:
"She and others... went too far! The vampire sucked her blood while she was in a daze! Huh, the orcs even said that the vampire forced her, but they just took out the letter!"
Gretel shook his head. Girl, the patient is still half-conscious. If someone hears your yelling, it will have a great impact on the recovery!
And there are orcs here! If you talk about them to their faces, it will be very embarrassing for others!
He put his finger upright on his lips and made a "shhh" sound. Cerira stuck out her tongue and made a move with her hand, and a colorless and invisible barrier rose from the ground, surrounding the two of them in a circle, separating them from everyone around them.
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Gretel quickly turned back and glanced at the wolf guards. They looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and mouths, pretending not to hear anything. Cerira followed his gaze and continued to complain:
"They found Mixiang at the scene, used magic to search for traces, and found a blood slave... She admitted that she had stolen Mixiang. She said she wanted to make things worse, kill people, and break up the alliance.
!Hmph, they are indeed from the Guanghui Sect, they smell bad!"
Is it the glorious nun that she saved before... In Gretel's mind, a pale face appeared silently. The dull expression, the dark collar around her neck, and the occasional flash of resentment in her eyes...
To be fair, given the way she has been treated, it is not difficult to understand that she wants revenge and wants to take the opportunity to break up the alliance. But I'm sorry, everyone is hostile. Since she has done such a thing, she probably won't be able to survive.
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"Then what?"
"Then it seems like it's been said... Since the fox girl got together with that vampire, and the vampire was framed by others, it was not intentional. As long as she can survive, everything will be easy. I can't bear to hear their hypocrisy.
, came right back!”
As he spoke, he glanced outside and suddenly waved away the barrier. Soon, a large group of people rumbled in. The orc prince took the lead and held Gretel's hands:
"Thank you for saving our priest, Master Nordmark. Your kindness will be remembered by the orcs and will never be forgotten."
So, what about medical expenses?
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