Chapter 71

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No matter from any angle, Hussein is definitely not a good companion.

Dewey has been with him for a day. They had everything ready. Dewey cut some branches with a knife, made a suggested snowboard, and put Dardanelle in a coma on the board - you can't expect Hussein to pull the board, that's impossible. The knight himself was all injured, and he didn't know the texture of his body. Dewey could not help but vomit after only a few eyes!

Those wounds are terrible! In many places, the flesh and blood are turned over, revealing the white bones inside! There are also some wounds, emitting a smell of scorching, which are just tightly wrapped with layers of cloth.

The most terrible thing is the position of Hussein's abdomen, where there is a big black fist wound. I don't know what it is caused by. It's probably magic or something. A circle of muscles around the wound has completely turned black. Even those black muscles are still slowly wriggling, one by one healing... But one side healing, one side in the muscles issued a crackling sound!

The wound repeatedly healed, repeatedly burst open again! We can imagine what kind of pain this is.

When Hussein bandaged the wound, he only explained later: the wound was left to him by the judge of that temple, a kind of magic corrosion. Even holy water can't be cured. In order to be cured, a great magician must spend a lot of magic to perform top-level healing for him.

The strength of the chief judge of the temple is not small, leaving a wound that almost killed Hussein. If it wasn't for the fact that Hussein's strength was close to that of the paladins, he could have healed the wound with fighting spirit to a certain extent

But in this way, it caused great pain to the knight. He has to heal the wound every minute and every minute, and the wound itself is corroded and burst under the magic damage.

In this way, the formation of a delicate balance, but let Hussein every moment in the "fresh pain".

A person, with a terrible scar, has been walking in this damned ice and snow for such a long time, always enduring enough pain to make people collapse... But Hussein's face is indifferent, except for the occasional flash of a painful look in his eyes, he can't even hum. When walking, also try to straighten their waist.

This person's temperament is not generally tough.

In this case, he is a little bit grumpy, which is excusable.

Even in his previous life, when duvet had a toothache occasionally, he would be irritable. What's more, the knight suffered from that degree of pain all the time? It's amazing that he can survive a mental breakdown.

Duwei tried not to offend this guy like a bucket. He quietly pulled the sled and followed the knight to walk in the snow.

They went all the way north along the great round lake. The more North they went, the stronger the wind was. Dewey had put up the collar of his fur coat, and his fur hat covered most of his face. He only showed a pair of eyes, but he could hardly open his eyes.

He could not even speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, a light wind immediately rolled snowflakes into his mouth.

Almost completely instinctive, Dewey walked completely behind Hussein, whose tall body blocked Dewey from the wind.

Walking in the snow is particularly physical. There were two breaks between them, and Dewey ran to one side with a knife to cut down the trees to make a fire. During this period, Hussein did not say a word. He just sat silently, closed his eyes, and occasionally had a little bit of fighting on his body.

Duvi knew that the knight was fighting to suppress his injury and keep warm at the same time.

This is a kind of drinking poison to quench thirst. Even though Duwei is not a doctor, he is a learned magic pharmacist after all. He can also see that the injury on the knight is very bad, and his physical condition is almost on the verge of collapse. Using fighting spirit to suppress the pain can only be tolerated for a while, but it will make the injury worse.

But what should we do?

"Why don't you use holy water?" Du Wei sighed: "I still have a little bit here, just before the old guy left."

Hussein held the stick, closed his eyes and said coldly, "I can't touch the holy water. I'm a traitor to the temple. I'm cursed. Holy water in the temple is indeed a good thing to heal. But because of my curse, holy water will not cure me. On the contrary, my skin will corrode when it touches holy water! This is the temple's way of dealing with traitors. "

Du Wei thought for a while, and found some medicines from his arms. Some of them were left by the old magician at the beginning, while others were some magic plants that Du Wei collected along with the snow wolf mercenary regiment walking in the icy forest these days, and some simple potions made by himself.

Although I hate this guy, I'm a companion now. I'm afraid I have to rely on this guy to protect myself in case of danger in this ghost place. Dewey took out some of his own medicine.

Hussein's face was a little more friendly, but his voice was still cold: "thank you, but no more."

He gave the drugs back to Dewey and kept his eyes shut.

"Why?" Dewey frowned: "this is what I have prepared. It's made of frost moss powder and kikker grass juice. It can heal wounds. It's the only medicine that can be found in this forest."

Hussain opened his eyes: "no, I said, thank you, but no."

After a pause, the knight finally added: "the injury on my body is destroyed by the fighting spirit of the level 9 knight. This kind of injury has the fighting power of the other side. It can't be healed by ordinary medicine. I can't recover unless a powerful magician uses top-level healing to dispel those fighting spirit and curse. Otherwise, your medicine will only increase my pain. "

Dewey was silent.

Think about it... Think about the experience of this knight. He killed two knights of the holy order of the temple! Two top Knights of the temple, and a judge! Also added a level 8 knight, and a number of senior Holy Knights!

This is a daunting brilliant result, but it is not difficult to think about how serious his injury is after so many fierce battles!

"Maybe it'll be of some use to you." Duvet suddenly felt in his arms for a while, but he found something like a white fruit.

From the appearance, it looks like an ice pimple, but it is covered with fine lines. When you hold it in your hand, you can feel a cool feeling along the skin. In addition, there is a faint fragrance... Just like the lotus leaf that Duwei knew in his previous life.

But this thing is not an interesting thing. For many people, it is more terrible than the devil!

The name of this thing is:

Ice berry!

It's something that can be used to make psychedelic drugs, like drugs（ Solskjaer once considered whether it could be used as a raw material to stimulate people's mental power, but later gave up).

"Ice Berry?" The knight looked a little surprised.

"Yes, ice berries." Dewey said with a smile: "it's hard to find this kind of thing. I found one by accident on the way. You should know that it has psychedelic ingredients... But if you take a little less, it can be used to relieve pain. You can try, bite a little bit less, take it down, can reduce your pain

Just like... Opium. Du Wei added in his heart that in the previous world, opium and morphine were drugs, but they were also used as painkillers.

There is no difference between good and bad things. The key is how you use them.

Hussein is discerning. This time, he didn't refuse. Maybe the constant pain of these days and nights has made him unbearable. He took the ice berry, gently opened it with his fingernail and put it in his mouth

This kind of magical thing was really useful. In a short time, the knight's frown stretched slightly. He seemed to be relieved, opened his eyes with a little comfort, and his voice was much more friendly: "thank you... It's really comfortable. The damned pain has kept me awake for days. "

After a pause, Hussein looked at Dewey: "do you also study magic pharmaceutics? Now few magicians spend their time studying magic pharmaceutics. Most magicians will focus on magic experiments, and pharmaceutics... Only those who can't learn magic will study it. "

Dewey laughed. "So you're right. I'm a magic pharmacist. In fact, I don't even qualify as a magician. "

Hussain did not feel strange, light way: "Oh, then you and the old man, what is the relationship?"

The old man? Dewey found it interesting.

"And you? What do you have to do with him? " Dewey didn't answer. He asked.

Hussain was silent. He thought for a moment and said faintly, "it's nothing. He's just my elder martial brother. Our strength comes from the same teacher."

Elder martial brother?

Dewey couldn't help laughing and said, "I heard you're only thirty, aren't you? I'm afraid that old guy is hundreds of years old... You... "

"No, I'm thirty-one years old. That old guy... God knows how old he is! Hum Hussein doesn't seem to want to talk about this topic: "he and I are only brothers in name, but I don't like him." After a pause, he stopped talking about the topic and said, "what about you? I'm afraid you don't even look fifteen. Who are you? Why are you here? "

"It's not that I didn't arrive at the age of 15, but that I was dissatisfied at the age of 14." Dewey shrugged. "I'm the Rowlings. Why are you here? You're going to ask the old man. He caught me

"Rowling's..." Hussain thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed. He actually laughed. This murderous guy, with a happy look in his eyes, looked at Dewey: "ah! I think I've heard of you. You are very famous in DIDU. The idiot son of the Rowling family. A few years ago, the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital was talking about you. "

"You've heard of it." Duvis didn't care what the idiot said.

"Yes." Hussein seemed to be immersed in the memory: "the uncle of Knight Luke is an aristocrat. I was once invited to his uncle's banquet... At that time, Luke told me that the biggest news recently was that count Raymond's son was an idiot, and his uncle had planned to marry the Rowlings. After hearing the news, he was too scared to mention it again. I remember Luke, he... "

At this point, Hussain suddenly closed his mouth, and there was a haze in his eyes.

Dewey didn't dare to say anything, just looked at the knight quietly.

"Luke... Was killed by me."

For a long time, Hussein suddenly whispered such a sentence.

There was an indescribable, deep grief in his cold voice, and a deep pain flashed through the knight's eyes. He shook his head: "yes, I killed Luke, and the Knights of Kelly. They all died by my sword. "

Dewey didn't speak, but Hussein had already turned his eyes to the distance. His voice seemed to be talking to himself: "Oh... Lord Luke, Lord Kelly... And gofett, poor gofett, I was as old as me. When I was a child, we were trained in the temple together, passed the examination and entered the holy knight order, He's like my brother... My brother... But I stabbed him in the heart with my own hand. Let me see, who else... Oh, and Stella, that warm southerner, he always prays with a strong southern accent, and we all laughed at him when we were children... Oh, he was cut into two by me! And... "

Dewey was suddenly surprised to see a tear slowly rolling down Hussein's cheek.

"They are all my friends, my brothers and my comrades in arms. We are training together, learning martial arts together, practicing together, riding together... Now they die under my sword..." Hussein's eyes began to become frenzied, and he suddenly yelled: "why! Why? Do you know why the hell! "

He suddenly stood up, bloodshot eyes staring at Dewey, growled: "you know, this is why!! You know what! "

"... I don't know." Dewey frowned. He realized that there was something wrong with the knight's mental state. He stepped back a little carefully.

"Because... Ha ha ha..." Hussein suddenly laughed unconsciously, his laughter with a frivolous flavor: "because! Because your holiness! Damn, his holiness said, "Oh, it's God's will!", Then, we have to bleed, we have to die!! It's all because of this damn word! This damned "will of God"!! "

"Knight Hussein." Du Wei said in a deep voice, "you are too excited. Sit down first."

Hussein took a deep look at Dewey, his eyes are still very strange, as if with a trace of... Disorder.

But he sat down, a little reassuring to Dewey.

"Hey, boy, do you know why I was chased by the temple? Why did I become a traitor to the temple? Me, Hussein! Since I was 13 years old, all the Knights have regarded me as the pride of the temple! They think I'm the greatest knight in a hundred years! Even they think that I will definitely become the head of the Holy Knight Order in the future! Only a paladin can be a captain! The order of the Holy Knights has no leader for a hundred years! But I will be a paladin for sure! I will be the leader of the Holy Knights of the temple! ha-ha! But now, I was chased like a mouse! Hide

Listen to Hussain's tone gradually fury, his eyes more disorder, Dewey heart gradually uneasy!

Suddenly, his heart moved!

Oh, no!

Looking at the ice berry that was bitten in the knight's hand!

Dewey knows what the problem is!

Ice berry!! I'm afraid I took more ice berries! The spirit of chivalry was disturbed by this magic plant, just like the mental disorder of people after taking drugs!

Pop!

With a clear voice, Dewey found that the stick held by the knight had been crushed in his palm!

"You know... If everything could be done over again... I would never choose to enter that damned temple! Goddamn... The temple! " Hussein gritted his teeth.

The sanctuary?

Dewey knows the name. The temple is the place in the temple where the badges of the dead Holy Knights are kept.

All the dead Holy Knights, their badges will be stored in the holy hall, get the blessing of the gods.

"Just the year before last, I became Dewey. He carefully used soft words to guide Hussein to say:" this man is... "

"Your Majesty, the founder of the great Loran Empire, the great empire founder... The only one who has been qualified to be called under the stars for thousands of years

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