The Dark King

Du Di'an unscrewed the bottle cap according to the method in the instructions, poured it on the left arm, and applied it evenly by hand. I only felt that the smell of life spring water was like the juice of flowers and grass, and at the same time it had a very subtle bloody smell, ordinary people The sense of smell is difficult to smell. In addition to the bloody smell, there is a little rancid smell, and the volatile odor particles are even rarer. Even if he is, he needs to be sniffed carefully to find out.

"If an ordinary person has a knife wound or a sword wound, just apply it to the wound, and the life spring will urge the necrotic blood and flesh to metabolize quickly, and grow new blood to heal the wound. A bottle of life spring saves and can be used for more than ten Second.” Du Dean poured out half a bottle and applied all parts of the left arm, including fingers, to a layer of oil, which looked like a layer of oily light, exuding a rich fragrance.

Looking at the life spring water quietly absorbing and evaporating on the left arm, Du Di'an was a little worried. Although he could explode beyond his physical strength, he also did great damage to himself, and in the fierce battle, the shot was difficult to grasp. One point is extremely fatal in melee combat. In the future, either completely give up melee combat, specialize in long-range archery, or wait for the left hand to recover, then immediately strengthen the control exercise of the left hand, and wait for the left hand to master the power without consciousness. Degree, only have the ability to fight melee.

"If you practice archery alone, you will be able to improve quickly, but archery is mainly used for hunting outside the wall. If you are assassinated or face-to-face in the wall, you will rely on melee combat!" Many people secretly decided to strengthen their exercise as soon as the arm recovers.

Three days later.

"Doctor, are you sure that the bone is completely healed, will there be any dark wounds in it?" Du Di'an looked at the middle-aged man and his assistant invited in front of him, a fifteen-six-year-old girl, these two men were It was the man who healed his arm for.

The middle-aged man sewed Du Dean's left hand intently, sweating with sweat, and when he heard his question, he did not have time to lift his head. , You can recover completely, but it is recommended that you do not do vigorous activities in the near future, so as to avoid the new bones from adapting to the split."

Du Di'an nodded. If ordinary people want to confirm whether his arm is recovering, he can understand it by virtue of pain, but without consciousness, he can only ask the doctor to come to peel his arm to see the bone. In this way, it is inevitable for the arm to be again. Trauma, but the injury caused by the operation is trauma, and the wound can be removed after the wound is healed.

Soon, the middle-aged man completely stitched Du Dean's arm, put the bloody gloves and needle back into the operating box next to him, exhaled lightly, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, looked up at Du Dean, but found this The teenager’s expression was calmer than himself. Although he had been given an anesthetic, he would not feel pain, but he was not scared by the bloody image of the surgical dissection. He smiled secretly and got up and said: "Don’t touch the water with your left hand recently, if you feel When the wound is itchy, be sure to resist scratching to avoid wound infection. I will come over regularly for anti-inflammatory and inspection. If there are other abnormalities, you can also notify me immediately."

"Okay." Du Dean leaned on the bed and said, "Work hard, walk slowly."

The middle-aged man smiled, lifted the suitcase, greeted the young girl who was looking at Du Dean with surprise and turned around and left the room.

The next day.

Du Dean's left hand with bandages and fixed plates hanging on his shoulders came to the Lane Castle. After dispersing the surrounding servants in the room on the second floor, Du Dean said to Folin: "Has the procedures been completed?"

"Huh." Fulin pulled out a stack of bulging envelopes from the drawer and said, "It's all inside. The people you want aren't jailbroken. It's easy to bail. Now you just have to pick people up. "

Du Dean nodded and took the stack of envelopes, saying, "I'm going, the road is too far, you are inconvenient."

Folin glanced at his arm, "Your hand..."

"It's healed, wait for the stitches to be removed." Du Dean smiled, dragged the envelope into his arms, turned around, went downstairs, and came to the carriage outside the old castle, which had been brought by the housekeeper before Folin, and posed with Folin Waving his hand, he got into the carriage and ordered the driver to set off.

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The frontier fortress area of ​​the business district, a low-lying hidden place, surrounded by thick bushes of thorns flowers and weeds, in the depths of the jungle is a plain of luxuriant green grass, with a ten-meter-high ancient standing in the middle of the plain The fort building, outside the old fort is a spacious blue lake, reflecting the silver-gray radiation clouds and the blue sky sun in the sky.

This is the First Prison in Sylvia, Thorns!

In the bright and gorgeous office on the top floor of the inner fort of the prison, Warden Jones and Butler Peter stood on the balcony, overlooking the bush of thorns at the end of the plain outside the lake. Jones whispered: "Remember the kid who escaped from here. What?"

Peter smiled bitterly: "I don't think anyone in this prison will forget him."

There was no emotion in Jones's face, and he said, "So do you remember how long he has elapsed since he escaped from prison?"

"Two quarters." Peter vaguely guessed, "I heard that he joined the New World Consortium established by the Lane family. Are the five dirty pigs that were released on bail in our prison today guaranteed by them?"

Jones nodded slightly, his eyes flashing, and said: "In the two quarters, the Bron family who had sent this boy in hadn't been able to kill this boy. Instead, he was added to the Elemental Shrine founded by the Bright Holy See. In the middle, we can see that our mistakes were great. When this boy was sent to prison, he should already have the power of an intermediate hunter, even close to the level of an advanced hunter."

Peter froze for a moment, and soon understood why he had inferred that if there was no such strong force, he would have been headed in a different place in the assassination of the Bron family.

"When he was in prison, he was just thirteen years old?" Peter couldn't help saying. Although he was over fifty years old, he remembered every criminal who entered the prison very well.

Jones nodded slightly, his eyes deep, and said, "At the age of thirteen, I had such power. The Bron family should have no idea. It can be seen that this kid is an extremely tolerant guy who is good at disguising. After our baptism here, if the Bron family does not kill this kid as soon as possible, it may be in the boy's hands in the next ten years or so."

Peter was shocked and said: "No, the Bron family has been running for generations, and the industry is in all walks of life. No matter how cunning and deep the boy's mind is, there will be nothing to do in front of a behemoth like the Bron family. , If he is smart, it is almost the same as the reconciliation of the Bron family, otherwise..."

"Reconciliation is impossible." Jones whispered: "What kind of day is it in our prison? You don't understand, if this kid becomes a senior hunter, for the Bron family, it is a dagger. "

Peter nodded slightly, indeed, saying: "It is too difficult to become a senior hunter, and the life of the hunter is unpredictable, even if it is a senior hunter, the chance of falling outside the wall is still amazing, in front of the monster. , Any kind of conspiracy is useless."

Jones saw a small black spot slowly appearing outside the plain, and said softly: "Come."

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Du Dian lifted the car curtain, looked around the surrounding plains, and recalled the cloudy day when the drizzle was dripping.

A moment later, the carriage came to the solitary road by the lake.

"Stop, please show your proof!" The jailer by the bridge shouted, if he had seen the noble flag on Dudean's carriage, as long as the carriage was detected by the watchtower, it would destroy it!

Du Dean pushed the door open, got out of the carriage, and took out the letter in his arms.

The jailer took it apart and read it. After reading it for a moment, he looked at Du Dean and said: "Come with me, don't look around on the road." After that, he took Du Dean to the prison alone.

Du Di'an stepped on a solitary road and watched a shadow more than ten meters long in the lake on both sides of the stone road. If someone fell into it, even if it was a senior hunter, most of them would be dismembered and killed.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was staring at him, looking up, and he saw that two figures stood there on the top of a fortress on the top of the inner fortress of the prison, headed by a middle-aged man in black clothes, with a strong eyebrow Cold and temperament, behind him is an old man with white hair and white hair. His expression is gentle, but his eyes are implicitly sharp.

Du Dean guessed that these two should be the warden and his servant.

He had heard from other prisoners that the warden warden "Jones" had once killed a senior hunter with his bare hands, and he was extremely capable of fighting. Many unruly senior hunters were subdued by Jones. This person's strength The strength should be in the forefront of the disciplinary disciples, so it can suppress this fierce prison.