Chapter 390 - I Knew I (2/2)

Though Cage was a Warrior and a descendant of the Hero, he was not really invulnerable.

He might’ve been able to recover himself if there were only one or two wounds, but he had too many injuries and he lost almost half of his blood, which affected all his organs and would make him weaker and weaker. It was impossible for him to recuperate on his own.

During their brief conversation just now, Roland could sense that Cage’s mental power was declining.

But thankfully, Roland was here.

Minor Healing could only be used to treat minor injuries for other people, but since Roland was level seven, and his magic power was of a high quality, the spell was as good as the healing of a Priest.

Also, since the Warriors were tough in the first place, Cage could be saved.

Besides, Roland even cast Body Fortification on him, which temporarily enhanced Cage’s vitality. Roland was sure that Cage wouldn’t die.

Then, Roland stuck around. He wanted to make sure that Cage could wake up before he left.

Cage slept for a day and a night and finally woke up the next morning.

Roland was having breakfast in the living room, when Cage swaggered down the stairs.

“Hahahaha. Roland, thank you.” Cage sat at the host’s seat majestically and said excitedly, “I’m fully recovered. Your healing spell is quite good.”

“Stop pretending,” Roland snapped. “Your unsteady mental power has exposed the fact that you’re still weak.”

Cage, frustrated, put on a helpless expression. “I knew that I couldn’t hide it from you… Right, what’s going on in Winterwind?”

Roland’s hand which was holding the spoon briefly paused. Then he said, as if it were nothing, “Everything’s been taken care of by the Church of Light and the Church of Life.”

“What are the civilian casualties?”

“I’m told that there are more than twenty thousand.” Roland sighed.

Cage was about to have breakfast. Hearing that, he dropped his spoon and fell into a long silence.

Roland didn’t say anything either. He simply chewed his food.

After a long time, Roland finished the breakfast and asked, “How were you so wounded?”

Cage was absentminded. He didn’t realize that someone was talking to him until several seconds later.

Rubbing his forehead, he said, “The day before yesterday, I was informed that something happened in Winterwind. I went there and saw many professionals fighting each other. I tried to stop them, but they fought me too. At first, I was only defending myself, but then I found that they were fighting more and more ruthlessly and even killing many civilians. I got angry and began to attack them.”

“They were both weak and strong. They might have lacked battle experience, but they felt utterly no fear of death, which was quite problematic.” Cage thought a moment and explained, “They weren’t brainlessly fearless, like the Berserkers. Instead, they would only fight with their lives when they had no chance of escape. At first, I killed a dozen of them, but then I was exhausted and they were still infinite. I was wounded and desperate. Having no choice, I had to run back.”

Roland said helplessly, “The Golden Sons can be resurrected, and there were too many of them. Of course you can’t eliminate them. They resurrected faster than you killed them.”

“Were they really Golden Sons?” Cage said with both envy and regret on his face. “That explains why they were weakened but more and more experienced. Some of them could even predict my attacks.”

“They probably remembered it because you’d killed them once.”

“That’s probably it.” Cage tried to put on a smile. Then he asked solemnly, “If the Golden Sons are undying, Roland, how are you going to deal with your people who have perpetrated dreadful crimes and are no different from demons?”

Roland raised his head and replied carefully, “I speculated that you would ask that question. Or rather, someone would ask me that question sooner or later.”