The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

Chapter 80 The Dependents of Thunder and Fire

"My lord, you are awake."

Bedwell carried a large bundle of firewood into the cave.

Seeing Lucini who opened her eyes and wanted to sit up, Miss Knight immediately threw the firewood branches aside, and at the same time threw down a snow-white pheasant.

The poor guy was abruptly grabbed out of his nest. He hadn't lost his breath yet, but his leg was broken, and he writhed and writhed on the ground.

Bedwell stretched out her hand to touch Lucini's forehead, but she retracted because her hands were still stained with muddy water.Turning to concern: "My lord, how do you feel?"

Lucini blinked her eyes, still a little confused.

In front of his eyes was a group of barely extinguished fire, the ashes still had a few traces of warmth, but they had already been completely burnt.

Her body was leaning against a body that was heaving up and down. It was a black horse—no, not a horse, but a nightmare with long horns—it was the other person that gave her some warmth.

Seeing her looking over, the black beauty looked very happy, but she kept her mouth tightly shut, not making any sounds that might disturb Lucini.

A blue slime hangs from her horn, looking very cozy.

This is the inside of a cave, but it is not cold.

There is a short path outside the cave, the entrance of which is blocked by boulders, preventing the outside wind from blowing in.

Not only was she leaning against the heat source, she was also covered with several clothes.The residual heat of the fire was still there, which brought some warmth to the cave.

Only when Bedwell came in, she brought the room full of wind and frost.

A few strands of Bedwell's hair in front of her were wet from the rain, sticking to her cheeks, and Miss Knight, who came in from the outside, still had a bit of moisture on her body.Of course, the moisture quickly disappeared.

After all, he is a knight, and he cannot control the power of flames to dry everything out like a spellcaster. Rather, because he is a divinely favored person, he has some magic that needs to direct flames, and he can use these magics to keep himself from being attacked. The torrential rain is drenched, and it is even mainly used to control the humidity of the firewood. This talent is far better than that of ordinary knights.

The Holy Maiden, who had mastered the situation here, showed a smile on her face: "Lu is fine. Is Bei Wei fine? Now... what's going on?"

Can not remember.

From the time when the dragon was wiped out and a strange black hole appeared in midair, the memory after that was blank.

Not only that, but the divine power in his body was also empty, and he couldn't sense the connection with the goddess, like a river that has been sucked out of water, leaving only a few shallow depressions with some water remaining.

However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see Bedwell, which made Lady Saint's uneasiness completely disappear—her knight was here anyway, so no matter what happened, there was no need to worry.

However, the basic situation still needs to be understood.

"I'm fine." Bedwell looked at Lucini with concern, and when the saint asked about the situation, she showed such an expression.

"Please allow me to explain to you."

Her gaze turned to the extinguished fire: "If you don't dislike it...?"

"No problem, please, dear."

Lady Saint touched the black beauty beside her, her fur was soft and smooth, and it was quite comfortable to touch...

No, no way!It's not what she wants to watch. Who told the saintess not to know the skill of lighting a fire at all!Is there any saint who needs to travel outside instead of staying in the temple?Even if you want to travel, there are a lot of people - a lot of people to serve you!

The saintess wouldn't be curious about lighting a fire!

Lucini stared intently at the red-haired knight.

Bedwell sat down slowly, and pulled out the bundle of branches one by one to set it up: "Do you remember the dragon? It's because I was too careless."

Miss Knight put her hands on the somewhat wet branches, and lightly brushed them over, and the firewood on these branches dried completely.

"At the moment the magic dragon died, someone opened a random teleportation point. It must be Chen's ineffective cousin."

The random teleportation point is not something as stable as the teleportation array. When it is turned on, there will be a huge impact. After being hit, the person who is forced to teleport may even be smashed into pieces in the turbulent flow.

Fortunately, there was a black beauty who appeared at a critical moment and blocked most of the impact.

...Although the remaining part also firmly destroyed the other half of Flynn's meeting hall, and even the small half of the palace, the black beauty also exhausted and returned to the contract space.

However, if there is no help from the black beauty to break up the impact, Bedwell has no confidence to protect the saint in the turbulence of time and space-the turbulence of time and space is not something she can easily resist now, especially in the There is another case.

If it wasn't for the black beauty, the saint's delicate body would definitely be injured.

Now this situation of just falling into a brief faint is hundreds of times better than the worst situation.

Miss Knight concealed this part, and just said: "We were teleported to a place called 'Ice Spring', which is within the territory of Kod, the country of ice and cold."

"Your divine power has been exhausted in the turbulent current. Please don't use your power rashly now. My teacher has led me to identify towns in various countries. Please don't worry, we will be able to go back soon."

Fire burst out from the hand of the red-haired girl, and a branch that was not so thin and easy to burn, nor so thick and difficult to ignite was ignited. She stuffed the branch into the firewood pile, and soon, a fire started It burned up.

The flames dissipated the remaining cold, and Bedwell pulled the snow-white pheasant who was about to slip away. This poor thing was about to stay away from the nightmare of the two, but was caught at the escape stall and returned by itself. Knowing that it will become food in the belly of others, it is naturally screaming miserably.

However, as soon as its sight came into contact with the black beauty who had turned into a nightmare, it fell silent, and all its voices seemed to be cut off in its throat, which contrasted nicely with the silent black beauty.

"Wait, honey, where are you going?"

"...The minister is going to slaughter it outside the cave?" Bedwell hesitated.

"It's so cold outside, my dear, you still want to go out? No," Lucy Ni turned her head away from looking at the pheasant's pitiful eyes, "Just kill it here... let's deal with it. Lu is not afraid of blood."

Bedwell took the order, and soon, the pheasant turned into a dead chicken.

The snow-white feathers were neatly stacked on one side—it's a pity that a small part was stained red with blood and could not be used, and the flesh was worn and put on the fire.If the pheasant has a soul, then it must piss itself off again.

Lucy Ni tilted her head, watching Bedivere's handling of the pheasant seriously, always feeling something weird.Although it is very neat and straightforward, it looks cool, but there are always some...sluggish?

Yes, it is dull.

Why is it dull?Hit by the caster's paralyzing spell?Or, injured?But why didn't she feel anything?

"Honey, are you really okay? There are only two of us here, so you can act like a baby to Lu?"

"Ah?" Apparently thinking that the lady saint's inquiry had already passed, Bedwell was at a loss for a moment when she was questioned by Lucini again, and then she quickly said, "I'm really fine, please don't worry."

Big bad!Miss Knight did not claim to be a vassal!

The holy lady raised her eyebrows upside down: "In the name of the lord, Lu orders you to show me all the wounded places!"

"Uh...Miss Saint, I and I are not injured."

"Do you want to defy me? My knight?"

"...The subordinates dare not."

"Then listen to me!"

"Yes……"

On the side, the slime slid down a little more, and its jelly-like body blocked the eyes of the black beauty. A pair of big watery eyes met a pair of big black eyes, and they began to stare.

The ears of this new Nightmare, who is still a little girl, are tightly attached to the back of her head, and the two of them are in a posture that I neither listen nor look.

A few minutes later, the girl's angry voice came from inside the cave.

"Drink—do you think you are a god?!"

What kind of tragedy is that...

And she was almost concealed?

"Don't make excuses, let me heal you! Don't question me, I'm a saint, and it's only natural to heal your own knight! Don't you also think it's a matter of course to protect me as a lord?"

"Divine power? The divine power of the saintess will never be exhausted, and Lu, who is the agent of the gods, will certainly not!"

Not long after, the tough voice softened again.

"Does it hurt?"

"Shh, don't say it doesn't hurt."

"Lu, my divine power was used up in the turbulent current to heal you, right? It can make my divine power run out, and even leave such a wound that has not been healed at all. How long have we been floating in the turbulent current? Woolen cloth?"

"This kind of passive random teleportation point needs to find a way out by yourself. How long have you been looking for it, my dear? Forget it, Lu doesn't want to hear it. It's better not to remember that kind of thing."

"I said, I said, do you know what you did, Bei Wei. Obviously you are very tired, why don't you go to sleep and rest?"

"Come on, let me lend you my thigh!"

Finally, in the warm cave, the silver-haired girl looked at the sleeping face of the red-haired girl with a smile on her face.

The author has something to say: There have been a lot of flus and colds recently, everyone pay attention to your health.