Phantom seemed surprised that Lind could react so quickly and was somewhat stunned.
While the phantom was momentarily stunned, Linde smiled slightly, and a chilling sense of death swept over his neck.
The sharp blade sliced through the phantom, leaving a spray of blood in its wake. Then the phantom twisted and revealed its true form.
It was an orc draped in a cloak of strange material. He was severely injured, one of his arms missing, and he was kneeling on the ground, clutching his wound.
"I...I didn't expect...it's actually a Gold-level warrior."
Linde smiled and looked at the people who had just arrived, and said:
"You've come just in time, Astaire."
Just now, when Linde was in the mansion, he ordered Jero to move Astaire, who was hiding behind the mansion and waiting for orders, to the military camp, which allowed him to subdue the attacking assassin in one fell swoop.
Judging from the level of his attack, this assassin was actually at the Silver level. If Linde hadn't already advanced to Silver and hadn't been aided by the Activation Aura, he wouldn't have been able to block this fatal blow.
Just as Lind was starting to relax, he heard the wounded assassin say:
"Ha...ha, mission...completed..."
As he spoke, he collapsed to the ground, spitting out a glob of congealed black blood.
He actually committed suicide by poisoning?
Soon, the commotion caused by the orc caravan subsided, and those who had caused the disturbance died by poisoning themselves.
Linde sighed and said:
"Miss Nazla, I didn't expect so many people to be hostile towards you. You are..."
Linde had intended to say something joking, but the sight before him silenced him.
Nazla lay on the ground, pale-faced, with a crossbow bolt stuck in her once fair shoulder.
"when?"
Linde rushed to Nazla's side and, seeing the wound that had turned somewhat black, immediately realized that it was a poisoned arrow.
"Miss Nazla? Miss Nazla? Oh no, you'd better not die on my turf."
After encountering the assassin, the fox-woman, who was originally brownish-gray, now revealed her true fur color.
The silver fur, a symbol of the orc royal bloodline, was dazzling, making Miss Nazra's identity almost obvious.
Linde didn't know who wanted to frame Miss Nazra; he only knew that if this fox-woman died on his territory, he would definitely be the one who got tricked.
Linde felt as if he were in the middle of a huge conspiracy, and that he would be crushed to pieces if he was not careful.
It was as if a huge shadow had already enveloped the place—no, not just the place—Linde didn't even dare to think about it further.
From here to the fortified city, and even a conspiracy involving the survival of two empires, the plot has begun to slowly unfold.
As a minor lord in a remote territory, Linde felt as if he were caught between two millstones, experiencing an unprecedented sense of crisis.
In short, we must save her life now!
At the very least... I can't let her die here!
Linde quickly activated his Deconstruction Aura and soon obtained information about the poison on the arrow.
This is a terrible toxin called "Marrow Ash," which was invented many years ago by the elves who lived in the forest when the orcs and elves were at war.
This poison is specifically designed to suppress the berserk bloodline of orcs, making it a poison that orcs fear greatly.
This poison, once it hits the body, will suppress all organs and muscles, causing these tissues to come to a standstill.
It is said that just a little bit is enough to defeat a bronze-level orc warrior.
"I never imagined that this toxin would end up being used by orcs on their own people."
Linde understood that saving her life was of utmost urgency, so after confirming that the crossbow bolt had not penetrated too deeply, he carefully and deftly pulled it out.
The expected profuse bleeding did not occur; no blood flowed from the wound. Linde knew that the poison had begun to take effect.
Nazla's breathing has begun to become irregular, with air coming out but not in.
So Linde disregarded everything else and, after confirming that the toxin could only be triggered through wounds, said:
"I'm sorry, Miss Nazla."
Then Linde leaned on Nazla's shoulder, sucking out the poisonous blood while trying to shrink the activation aura as much as possible to maintain her physical activity.
The power of the activation aura should not be underestimated. The power of the orc bloodline was further enhanced, and after a while, Nazra's condition seemed to have improved considerably.
After sucking the poisonous blood several times, Linde stopped when he saw that the blood he vomited was normal.
They tore off some of the cumbersome strips of cloth from Nazila's body and gave her a simple bandage.
Then, while instructing the soldiers to stabilize the situation, he lifted Nazla up, preparing to take her back to the mansion for further treatment.
When the guards in the caravan saw that Nazla was injured, they all became very agitated. Fortunately, the leading minotaur guard was reasonable enough to help the soldiers stabilize the situation and prevent a larger bloodshed.
After carrying Nazra back to the mansion, Lind placed her in the room next door, which was intended for Nix.
Nix stayed close to Lind the whole way. Perhaps because of the bloodstains everywhere, Nix didn't dare to breathe and remained very quiet, leaning against Lind, looking somewhat frightened.
Soon, the servants at Linde's mansion sprang into action to help Linde clean Nazra's wounds.
Looking at the wound that was gradually healing, Linde realized that this was the first time he had ever used the activating aura on someone else. When he was treating soldiers before, he only dared to reduce the area by half to prevent any abnormalities.
This time, the distance was reduced to a point where only two people could touch each other, indicating that the healing effect of the activation aura was quite good.
Although it can't compare to the near-infinite healing effect it had on me, it's definitely enough to keep Nazra alive.
Although her breathing was still very weak, it gradually became steady.
Linde looked at the still unconscious Nazla and quickly began to think.
The orc royal family was assassinated in human territory, and her fate is unknown. Even if she was just a poor and destitute member of a remote bloodline, no royal family could accept such an act.
If she dies here, Linde will never be able to clear his name, no matter what. No matter what happens to Nazla, she must survive now.
Moreover, Linde still has too little information to know the whole picture. He has to ask someone for advice, otherwise he will be completely clueless.
"Pass down the order to find one of Miss Nazra's confidants in the caravan. I have something to ask him."
Linde is currently unable to leave and can only stay by Nazra's side to maintain the aura effect.
Soon after the order was given, a somewhat frightened middle-aged female fox-person, led by Aster, came forward.
Linde, standing to the side, asked aggressively:
"Tell me, what exactly is going on with your little princess, Nazla?"
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