Chapter 256 (1/2)

Chapter 256: And Then, a Demon King Will Appear Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

High Elf Romilson stood dazedly on the beach.

From the corner of his vision, he saw the black-robed Magician leave quietly. He did not know who that Magician was or why he would help them. He’d even sensed a dark aura from the Magician’s magic, but Romilson didn’t want to stop him.

No matter who he was, he had saved them and that was a fact. Romilson knew he wasn’t a match for the Magician either.

The sea breeze blew by, and the crashing of waves traveled to his ears constantly. He stood for a good ten minutes before he finally recovered and went back to Link’s side.

Link was sitting on the beach now. Princess Milda was still leaning in his arms. Her clothing was a bit disorderly with two Mithril tubes reached inside her collar. There was a thin aura of blood coming from her.

“How is she?” Romilson asked. He could see that the princess was much better. Her breathing was more stable, and the darkness of her pallor had faded to nothing.

Link was still focused on detoxifying and nodded when he heard Romilson. “Not optimistic.”

Romilson’s heart clenched. Seeing Link’s state, he didn’t dare disturb him and just waited patiently.

After another ten minutes, Link’s finger moved. He said, “The purification is mostly done, but Her Highness’s body is greatly damaged. It’s hard to say…Come, help me hold this.”

Romilson hurried over. He knelt down in the sand and held the crude yet effective Mithril blood purifier with both hands.

With his hands free, Link started casting the Higgs Force Field. He connected the entrance and exit tubes with a click. Then, he twisted the dirty filter off.

Romilson pointed at the Mithril tube still connected to the princess’s body and asked, “What about this?”

“The Mithril tube is connected to Her Highness’s artery. Without a priest, the wound won’t be able to heal promptly, so I can’t take it out for now. Hold it, and I’ll anchor it on her ribs with a cloth.”

With that, Link pulled out a clean shirt from his dimensional storage gear and tore out a few strips. He lifted Milda’s shirt and tied the tube tightly.

After detoxifying, Milda’s skin was different. It was dazzling white with pinkish breasts. Romilson quickly looked away. Link moved as fast as possible too. He anchored the tube tightly and made sure it wouldn’t move and damage Milda’s artery. Then, he quickly pulled her shirt down.

“Done. Do you have Elf Nectar?” Link asked.

“Yes, yes, yes, I have a bottle,” Romilson answered quickly.

“Good. Feed it to Her Highness to replenish her fading vitality.”

“Okay, okay,” Romilson answered. He pulled out a beautiful crystal bottle filled with purplish emerald liquid.

Link lightly pinched Milda’s chin and throat. Her mouth opened subconsciously, and Romilson carefully poured the Elf Nectar in.

Milda was still unconscious and couldn’t swallow. During this process, Link used the Magician’s Hand to close her windpipe.

After a full five minutes, the mere 50-milliliter bottle of Elf Nectar dripped into Milda’s stomach. Romilson was covered in sweat when they finished.

The Elf Nectar was definitely powerful. Without the Gray Blood Poison’s restrictions, it was fully effective. Milda’s pallor recovered visibly; her breathing became stronger as well.

Link opened Milda’s eyes and saw that the pupils were pale purple again. He used the Flash Spell and the pupils restricted immediately. This meant it responded to the light.

Fully relieved, Link said, “Good, she won’t die. However, she’ll be very weak for a long time.”

Romilson wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. He mumbled, “As long as she’s alive, as long as she’s alive.”

It was okay if she was weak. The High Elves had tons of ways to restore her health.

Link cast the Levitation spell on Milda again and helped her up with the Magician’s Hand. He said, “Summon your unicorn. Let’s go back to Scorched Ridge.”

“Okay, no problem.” Romilson obeyed Link’s orders without any temper.

He summoned his unicorn and used the Magician’s Hand to gently place Milda on the beast’s back. Link also summoned his Wind Fenrir and they started back.

After 300 feet, Link turned back. He saw Vance in the shadow by the beach and smiled. Subtly, he made some complex hand gestures to the Lich, saying, Thanks, I’ll come find you after I settle these matters.

Vance reached out his skeletal hand and gestured that he understood. Then, he retreated and disappeared into the shadows.

Nothing happened on the way back. The two men reached Scorched Ridge without any obstacles.

In the camp, the corpses all over the ground had been gathered. Occasionally, there were sniffles and cries but the fire was put out, and order was reinstated.

Seeing Link return, Jacker welcomed him. “Lord.”

Link nodded. “Good job, but there’s something else.”