Sun Fei looked toward the voice.
Under a large beech tree to his right, a frail little girl with crimson hair like blazing flames was holding someone and crying softly.
Sun Fei looked closer. The person in the girl's arms was none other than Pierce, the white-haired powerhouse who was gravely wounded and dying.
Brook, a squadron leader in the king's guard, was also there. He looked uneasy as he kept trying to comfort the girl.
"Your Majesty!"
Brook was overjoyed to see Sun Fei approach. He hurriedly stood and saluted. "Your Majesty, have you found a way?"
He watched Sun Fei nervously, terrified that he would shake his head and give him bad news. Pierce had reached his limit just holding on this long with such terrible injuries. He probably wouldn't last another ten minutes.
Seeing the honest man so nervous, Sun Fei decided to tease him.
Instead of answering Brook's question directly, Sun Fei pointed at the red-haired girl and asked absentmindedly, "She is..."
"Louis. She's Pierce's daughter, Louis," Brook said, struggling to suppress his impatience as he introduced her to Sun Fei.
Sun Fei nodded without showing any reaction.
So this red-haired girl was Louis, the twelve-year-old daughter Pierce had still worried about even while gravely wounded.
Unlike the white-haired brute Pierce, little Louis was exceptionally delicate and pretty. With tears in her lovely eyes, she could have softened even a heart of stone. She was a beauty in the making, and her unusually vivid, flame-red hair was striking. It reminded Sun Fei of Hermione, the clever young witch from Harry Potter, the fantasy epic by the British writer Rowling in his previous life.
However, Sun Fei keenly noticed that the nine-year-old girl had a distinctly aloof air-even a cold beauty, one might say-and her slightly mature expression didn't quite match her twelve years of age.
"Are you the person Uncle Brook said could save my dad?"
Noticing someone approaching, the crying Louis raised her head, crystalline tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. She was clearly distraught and tense, yet she spoke calmly in a tone that didn't match her age or expression. "If you can save my dad, Louis is willing to be your lover for the rest of her life."
Sun Fei was dumbfounded.
Utterly dumbfounded.
Completely, utterly dumbfounded.
Damn, were all twelve-year-old girls in another world this precocious? ...A lover? Did a kid who hadn't even grown all her hair know what being a lover meant? How old are you? By the time you grow up, I'll...
A row of black lines appeared on Sun Fei's forehead.
He felt that getting tangled up with a little loli like this was even more devastating than facing Diablo, the super big boss, in the world of Diablo.
Sun Fei crouched down, took out the bottle of Minor Healing Potion, and carefully squeezed out a single drop, letting it fall into the mouth of the deeply unconscious Pierce, whose breathing was faint.
Whether it works or not depends on what happens now!
Sun Fei was nervous.
The red-haired girl and the honest Brook beside him were even more nervous.
All three stared fixedly at Pierce for a reaction, their hearts in their throats, afraid something might go wrong.
Time was silent, passing slowly like a soundless poison.
Gradually, Pierce's threadlike breathing suddenly grew rapid. His pale, bloodless face visibly began to regain its color, and the wounds on his body healed at an astonishing, incredible speed.
Brook and little Louis watched with their mouths hanging wide open, their eyes full of shock.
Although they didn't know what the red liquid King Alexander had dripped into Pierce's mouth was, its effect was obvious. Its healing power exceeded even the best outcome they had imagined.
Miraculous, inconceivable, shocking, unbelievable!
It was far better than even a high-ranking divine master of the Holy Church treating him in person.
The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Sun Fei, who was crouching on the ground, as though they were looking at a deity walking among mortals.
Sun Fei was also astonished by the terrifying healing power of the Minor Healing Potion.
He hadn't expected a single tiny drop to have such an astonishing effect. It had practically reached the terrifying level of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones, as in the martial arts and gods-and-demons novels of his previous life. Clearly, if he poured the entire little bottle of Minor Healing Potion down Pierce's throat, the gravely wounded, dying man would probably be able to jump right up, drink, and have his way with women.
That effect would be far too shocking, and Sun Fei didn't plan to do that.
Sun Fei carefully observed Pierce's condition. After the drop entered his mouth, the white-haired powerhouse's wounds had healed, his breathing had steadied, and color had returned to his face, but he remained unconscious.
That should be the limit of what one drop can heal!
With a rough idea of its effects, he dripped another drop of the red potion into Pierce's mouth.
This drop produced immediate results.
Almost the instant the potion entered his mouth, the white-haired powerhouse, who had been unconscious all this time, opened his eyes and woke up.
He groaned, then slowly came to his senses. Opening his eyes, he looked at the three people standing before him, his gaze full of confusion. He shook his head and tried hard to remember. Pierce couldn't make sense of anything that had happened to him. He only remembered that he had been on the verge of death, but somehow the bone-deep agony of his wounds had vanished, and even breathing was no longer so difficult...
"What's going on? I..."
Brook was overjoyed to hear Pierce finally speak.
Little Louis, meanwhile, gave a cheer and threw herself into her father's arms. At that moment, the twelve-year-old girl finally regained a sense of safety and happiness unlike anything she had felt before. Her red hair blazed like fire in the breeze. "Dad, you're alive again... You're really better... The God of War be praised... His Majesty saved you..."
By the end, the little girl was crying tears of joy, sobbing so hard she couldn't speak.
The terror of possibly losing the only family member she had to depend on at any moment had carved a deep scar into the little girl's soul. She never wanted to experience that feeling again.
Hearing his daughter cry, Pierce seemed to finally understand something too.
The warrior who had faced enemy swords without fear said nothing. He simply held his frail daughter tightly in his arms, feeling the fear and joy in her expression. A hero's tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eye...
Sun Fei smiled as he watched the father and daughter, reunited after their brush with death.
He quietly left them alone, not disturbing the tender moment between Pierce and little Louis.
Two drops of Minor Healing Potion had been enough to snatch the gravely wounded, dying Pierce from the hands of death. This gave Sun Fei a rough understanding of the potion's effect in the real world-it was basically the same as in the world of Diablo.
That gave Sun Fei greater confidence in what he was about to do.
"Alexander, the clean water and basins are ready."
Angela and Jima came hurrying out of the palace's rear courtyard, each carrying a large basin of clean water. The blonde little loli Jima called out from a distance.
Sun Fei went over and took the basins, one in each hand. He turned and told the burly, black-haired Brook to find a table, then set the basins on it...
Angela, Jima, and the others didn't know what Alexander was going to do, and they watched curiously.
Time to show off again!
Sun Fei chuckled inwardly.
He walked over and knelt before the table, pressed his palms together in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and began muttering mysteriously. A string of wondrous words no one had ever heard before flowed from his mouth. His expression was solemn and grave, as though he were praying and speaking to some mysterious deity...
Although they didn't know what the king was saying, his devout manner moved the people around him. Angela was the first to pull the blonde little loli Jima down to her knees. Brook, some wounded soldiers who could still move around, and the women tending the sick and injured soon followed, kneeling on the ground.
Sun Fei's ears twitched, and he heard everything happening behind him.
He stole a glance and had to struggle not to laugh.
He had to keep playing the charlatan.
So he continued spouting nonsense in the language of his previous life. "A man who knows not Mutō Ran has watched porn in vain... I'm a scallion standing in the wind and rain. Whoever dips me in soybean paste, I'll fuck his ancestors... Swiftly, as the law commands... Heh heh, none of you can understand what I'm saying, you can't understand... I have to hold this whole scene together!"
After repeating it several times, Sun Fei felt the moment was about right and finally stood up.
Seeing this, the crowd kneeling behind him rose as well, looking at Sun Fei without understanding...
Clang!
Suddenly, Sun Fei reached back and drew the longsword from Brook's waist, then slashed his own palm.
Blood spurted out.
Sun Fei held out his hand and let the blood drip into the clean water in the two basins on the table.
"Alexander, you..."
Seeing this, Angela was the first to cry out in concern.
Sun Fei turned to the beautiful girl and gave her a restrained yet radiant smile, signaling for her not to worry.
No one noticed that, as he turned, he blocked their view with his body. With his hands behind his back, he quietly uncorked the Minor Healing Potion and let more than half the bottle drip into the basins, mixed with the blood from his palm.
"God of War above, my brave warriors, you can be saved! Through my prayers and communication, the god has finally agreed to save us. He has infused my body with divine power. As long as you drink this bloodied water flowing with divine power, no matter how serious your injuries, they will heal..."
Sun Fei spouted nonsense and lied through his teeth, playing the charlatan without a trace of shame.
To prove the truth of his words, he turned and dipped his injured palm into a basin, soaking it in the water. He waited a second or two, and by the time he took it out, the potion diluted in the clean water had quickly healed the wound on his palm, leaving only a faint red scar.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
At the sight of this incredible scene, the crowd erupted uncontrollably.
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