325 Conjecture 1 (1/2)
Chapter 325: Conjecture 1
The golden sunlight scattered.
Amidst the emerald grass, a yellow dirt road curved and winded ahead into the distance.
On the road, three black carriages drove slowly ahead.
Garen sat in the carriage, quietly looking out the carriage window.
On a high mountain far to their left, there was a line of grey fortresses, their serrated surrounding walls wrapping them up in the center. Some parts of the wall had already been knocked down. Everything was silent.
A few huge black bats were circling above the forts, and there was even a black bat flying out from inside the fort.
There was the smell of something burning in a huge fire in the air.
Garen took out his pocket watch to check the time: 3:24.
”Let’s rest for a bit, we’ve already been on the road all morning,” he said calmly.
He didn’t speak loudly, but it was just enough for the other two carriages to hear him.
He sat in the middle carriage, and Reylan sat right opposite him.
The carriage in front of them carried Angel and her Hunting Group. Behind them was Lala and some supplies like food and drink that they had to bring with them.
The three carriages instantly stopped at the same time. The three aberrated black horses naturally stopped without requiring anyone to order them.
Garen opened the carriage door and got off the carriage. He raised his gaze to look at the surroundings.
Everything around him was emerald green grass plains, with flower bushes on each side to welcome travelers. The bushes had little red and yellow flowers, unusually vibrant. The breeze made these tiny flowers sway in the wind continuously.
He followed the plains and gazed into the distance. The green grassy plains continued to the fortress at the faraway mountain, with dying yellow weeping willows dotting the large swathe of green in between.
Garen raised his head to look at the fort, frowning slightly.
”These are the private fortresses near Iron Tank City, we haven’t left the governance territory of Iron Tank City yet.” Reylan alighted from the carriage behind Garen, her voice deep. ”We need at least one more day to leave the territory, judging by our current speed.”
”Looks like that fortress has already been conquered,” Garen guessed.
”Definitely, the ones flying in the sky are Carrion Bats. These bats come out in the day and rest at night. Unlike normal bats, they only eat rotting corpses,” Reylan replied calmly. ”Carrion Bats will only appear where there’s no danger, they’re very cowardly. Be it monsters or humans, they’re all things these bats think they should avoid.”
She took out a small notebook, and started to carefully note down something. He didn’t know what, and could only hear the scratching of the pen she brings with her everywhere on the paper.
Garen nodded, indicating that he understood.
”How much longer can our supply of food and water last?”
”I’ll call Lala out. She knows the answer to this best,” Reylan frowned, and walked directly to the third carriage.
She quickly got onto the third carriage, but he didn’t hear her scolding Lala.
”Brother, come and look. Lala seems to be pretty badly sick,” Reylan’s voice came from the carriage.
Garen glanced at the Hunting Group members, who had just gotten down from their carriage, waving as a way of telling them to rest. Striding towards the third carriage, he stepped in from the wide open carriage door.
It was slightly cold and dank in the carriage, all sorts of miscellaneous items in barrels littering the dark interior. The yellow wooden barrels were wrapped into a cross with metal belts. Lala leaned on the wooden barrel, her face flushed and her breath panting.
”Cough… cough…” Lala coughed painfully, the sound of phlegm in her throat. She held her chest with her hand, as though unable to catch her breath. Even when she sat on the ground, it was weakly.
She only wore a grey summer dress, without long socks.
Garen surveyed Lala’s entire body, crouched down, and lightly picked up the cloth on the right shoulder of the dress, carefully taking a black speck off from it.
”I… feel like… can’t breathe…” Lala said with difficulty. Her gaze on Garen was as though she saw her savior, her eyes lighting up.
Garen sighed, pressing her chest lightly with his right hand.
”Brother!” Reylan’s voice came from beside him, sounding unhappy as she grabbed Garen’s hand, ”It’s just a servant, it’s fine if she dies, but don’t let her pass it on to you.”
Garen glanced at her. Reylan’s pale yellow eyes shone with jealousy and dissatisfaction. She averted her gaze slightly, turning her hateful glare at Lala instead.
”She’s having an asthma attack, it was my fault for not thinking ahead. I let her live for a long time in a place with bad air circulation, and a breeding place for bacteria and other microorganisms as well. She’s just a normal person, it’s already not bad that she managed to stay this long without falling sick.”
”Let her die, we don’t have any medicine for asthma.” Reylan’s gaze flickered. ”I’ll take care of these supplies for you.”
”Leave for now,” Garen said calmly. ”Be a good girl.”
Reylan glared at Lala unhappily, before she finally got off the carriage.
Garen turned around, suspending his right palm over Lala’s chest. His fingers expanded rapidly, turning into five thick black steel rods.
Smack-smack-smack…
His fingers instantly began dotting Lala’s lungs quickly.
”I don’t know the actual healing method, so I can only reduce your symptoms for now. And besides, I’m not really sure that it is asthma,” he said softly, looking at Lala relax as he continued his treatment.
Her soft chest kept shifting into different shapes underneath Garen’s hand.