Chapter 170: Passerby in the Western Fantasy Adventure 19
Cathy woke up to the strong smell of medicine, her mouth filled with the bitter taste of grass roots. The wound on her shoulder had healed, and there was no trace of the previous blood hole on her smooth skin.
As soon as Ivis entered the room, he saw the patient pulling at his collar to check his wound. A large part of the loose collar was torn down, revealing his slender and straight shoulder line.
He paused as he entered the room. Although it was almost night, the temperature in the room was as high as noon, making him feel indescribably hot.
Ivis placed the tray in his hand on the table. The slight sound of the bottom of the tray hitting the table startled Cathy who was sitting on the bed in deep thought.
She turned her head to look at the figure at the table, her sleepy eyes full of confusion. Although her external injuries had healed, she still felt dizzy from losing so much blood, and even her reactions were three points slower than usual.
"Ivis?"
"Yeah." Ivis leaned over and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. Well, her body temperature had risen a little. When the girl was rescued, her skin was very pale, just like the white cloth covering the coffin in the church. It was not until he felt the faint breathing under the girl's nose that he was sure that Cathy was still alive.
There are always unexpected things in life, just like the sunny afternoon in my memory, with a warm and gentle breeze.
After finishing his farm work, his father put his farm tools behind the door, then carried him to the backyard with a smile to find his mother who was preparing lunch. Just like the hundreds of ordinary days before, his mother would gently complain that the dust on his father's body had soiled him, and at the same time, she would take out a clean towel and let the father and son go to the well to wash and clean themselves.
At that time, Ivis was still a very naughty child. He liked to help his father fetch water the most. The squeaking sound of the rope entangled with the wood when the wooden shaft turned was like a magical music to him.
As usual, the sound of Aunt Gru scolding her children came from the house next door. Ivis pricked up his ears to catch the hoarse cries of his archenemy, ready to make fun of this crybaby in the afternoon.
Strangely, the familiar crying and shouting were nowhere to be heard, and even Aunt Gru's cursing disappeared abruptly.
It was quiet all around; the chirping of birds in the trees and the chirping of insects in the grass seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
A thick chill mixed with a hint of blood was blown in by the wind.
All that remains in my memory is the splashing water, the cold well water, and my father's panicked words in my ear: "Don't talk."
Ivis soaked in the cramped and dark well water for a whole day and night. When he was hungry, he picked some wet moss by the well to satisfy his hunger. When he was thirsty... oh, he didn't feel thirsty.
When the priest pulled him out of the well, he was amazed at the boy's luck. Ivis was the only survivor in several nearby villages.
The warm stone he wore around his neck saved his life.
Later, the priest found Ivis' only surviving relative, the magician Abner, in the Magic Association based on the magic pattern number on the warm stone.
Later he was taken to live in the Mage Tower.
"Ivis, what are you thinking about?" Cathy leaned in and stared into his distracted eyes.
Ivis looked up and ruffled her hair as if awakened: "Nothing, Grandpa said you need to drink some more medicine after you wake up, and then you can eat."
The long-necked glass bottle reflects a rich purple color under the light golden sunlight. When the cork is pulled out, a series of small bubbles slowly rise from the bottom of the bottle, rising to the surface of the bottle and finally shattering one by one, making a "pop" sound.
Cathy: ………
Are you sure this medicine is non-toxic?
Ivis twitched his lips, and brought the medicine bottle to her pale lips. His eyebrows were drooping, and his black pupils in the shadow cast by his eyelashes were full of seriousness: "Although the color of this magic potion is a bit strange, it was specially prepared by grandpa. It contains Spathiphyllum, withered vine branches, blood dates, moonflowers..."
He enumerated a dozen famous magical plants in one breath, and finally said word by word in a coaxing tone: "It can cure diseases."
Cathy quietly moved back, her clear eyes full of suspicion. Did Ivis take the wrong medicine? Why was he suddenly so gentle?
"Drink it quickly." Looking at the potion hanging in the air, Ivis' tone changed, "After you finish drinking it, you still need to drink the soup. Hogg specially went to the depths of the desert to split a sand snake, and has been stewing it for an entire afternoon."
That's right.
Cathy took the bubbling potion and drank it in one gulp. Although the color was a bit hard to describe, it did not taste bad. The unique herbal fragrance of the moonflower seemed to dance on the tip of her tongue, making her drowsy mind clearer.
After she finished another bowl of snake soup, Ivis packed up the dishes and left the room.
"How's Cathy?" Abner untied the letter box from the skeleton bird's feet and added some dark magic stones from the food plate. The skeleton bird pecked at the food in the plate, and the dark blue soul fire began to beat violently in its empty eye bones.
Ivis put the tray in his hand into the kitchen and went to the window to play with the skeleton bird.
"She looks fine. She can eat and sleep well." Thinking of the girl who lay down again before leaving, his tone was a little hesitant.
Abner laughed dumbly, and after a long while he said, "Kathy has suffered a great deal this time. Although I have healed her wounds, she still needs to replenish her lost blood and essence. She is sleepy because her body is repairing itself during sleep."
"Look." Ivis flicked the skeleton bird that was pecking at his finger. "Grandpa, have you received any news? What exactly does the Sand Tribe want?"
Abner handed him the letter and said, "The letter said that Master Ino seemed to have stolen a leg bone of a holy beast from a ruin thirty years ago. That leg bone..."
"Wiki's leg bone." A cold look appeared in Ivis's black pupils.
"Yes, Ino forged the leg bone of the holy beast into a semi-holy weapon. But according to Chief Sana of the Wind Tribe, the leg bone seemed to have originally belonged to the Sand Tribe."
"So they want to ask us to return it?" Ivis' voice revealed a bit of sarcasm. He folded the scanned letter paper and said, "Let's not talk about the fact that we didn't take the leg bone. Even if we did take it, what qualifications do lowly half-bloods have to..."
"Ivis!" Abner frowned, regretting his neglect of the child. He once thought that raising a child only required feeding and clothing, so when Ivis was young, he basically wandered around the Mage Tower. After he was found to have a rare magical talent, many mages wanted to take him in as their apprentice. Abner was happy to see this happen, after all, the mages in the Mage Tower were all quite talented.
As a result, Ivis, who had learned a lot of magic, was taught by the stubborn old man in the Mage Tower to become a stubborn little boy who insisted on the pure-blood theory.
"Ivis, under the gods, we are all ants. Do you think there is any difference between us and hybrids in the eyes of gods?"
Ives: "I can betray my faith."
Mixed-races are the result of the mixing of the bloodlines of two races. Different races have different beliefs, which is one of the reasons why mixed-races are excluded.
Seeing that his grandfather was about to lecture him again, Ivis turned around and walked away silently, still secretly planning to find the lair of the Sand Tribe and catch the murderer and the mastermind behind hurting Cathy.
He stretched out his slender fingers, and a holy ice flower unfolded its petals in his palm, and the temperature of the whole house dropped sharply.
Sigh of frost flowers.
The strongest attack he could deliver.
Sure enough, it’s still too weak.
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