In a blur of consciousness, Sirian felt that his body was being moved to the carriage. After sitting on it for a long time, the carriage stopped.
Then he was moved to a room, and then the man's muttering came to his ears.
"Tsk tsk, the hand and foot meridians are both broken, it's a bit troublesome..."
"There are also penetrating injuries and comminuted fractures. How terrible this is."
"I just connected his hands and feet first..."
"Shane, help me buy a Healing Scroll. Healing Potion won't do much for his comminuted fracture."
"..."
Then Sirian felt a sharp pain in his hands and feet, and his body shook unconsciously.
"Hey, it seems there is no anesthetic."
"Forget it, I won't die anyway... just keep taking it."
After connecting the meridians, Claire continued to take out Healing Potion and pour it into the wounds on the opponent's body, and Sirian finally felt a sense of peace of mind.
The last warm light enveloped his body, and this was when he truly fell asleep completely.
Sirian's mind was blurry, and he didn't know how long it took before his consciousness gradually recovered and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hmm!" Sirian found himself lying on a soft bed. Being in a strange environment made him unable to adapt, and he subconsciously wanted to move his body and leave here.
With a "plop", he fell off the bed.
Sirian looked at his hands in surprise, "Have my hands recovered?"
Then he quickly looked at his legs and various parts of his body. All the previous injuries had returned to their original appearance. This was simply a miracle!
Sirian was ecstatic that he was alive, but at this time there was a creaking sound at the door.
"Are you awake?" Claire asked standing at the door.
Sirian could tell at a glance that this was the man who saved him yesterday, and immediately stood up, "Thank you for saving me. I swore at that time that if anyone could save me, I would be loyal to him for the rest of my life!"
Unexpectedly, Claire laughed a few times, "You? Are you loyal to me?"
Sirian was stunned, not knowing what to say.
"If you want to be loyal to me, do you have any abilities that are different from ordinary people? There are many thieves who know how to steal, and I don't lack a thief to be loyal to me."
Sirian opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. There was really nothing different about him. He had learned nothing but stealing over the years, and his expression became even more embarrassed.
"I can work hard for you! As long as you ask me to do anything, I will do it!" Sirian shouted.
"Do you know how much Gold Coins it cost to save you yesterday? One second-level Healing Scroll, five hundred Gold Coins, and the Healing Potion I gave you, it's almost the same Three hundred Gold Coins, even if you have eight hundred Gold Coins, do you think your life is worth eight hundred Gold Coins? In other words, with your current ability, what can you do for me even if you risk your life?"
Sirian was stunned. He didn't expect that he would rather sacrifice his life, and the other party didn't care, which made him a little at a loss.
"I... I... can do anything." Sirian's tone weakened, "I'm very smart and I learn things quickly."
"Does that mean you can't do anything right now?"
Sirian was speechless again and began to feel a little at a loss.
Claire walked up to him and squatted down, looking into his eyes, "Do you know why I saved you at that time?"
Sirian shook his head. After the denial just now, he was a little confused.
"Not sure."
Claire chuckled and said, "At that time, I saw the desire for life in your eyes, like a person who is about to suffocate in the water, but now your eyes have completely lost the look you had yesterday, and you can say anything you are willing to dedicate your life to at will..."
"Eight hundred Gold Coins is nothing to me. I just saved you on a whim. You don't have to think about how to repay me."
"No! I will definitely be able to help you!" Sirian's eyes suddenly became tough.
Claire also showed an appreciative smile, "Well, the look in my eyes is not bad now, but what can you help me with? Can you read? Can you do arithmetic? Can you manage the city? Or are you a knight of Bronze Rank, who can help me go into battle to kill the enemy."
Sirian: "..."
"Here you go." Claire took out a revolver from Spatial Ring and put it in the other person's hand, "Go and do what you want to do."
Sirian felt the heavy metal in his hands and looked at Claire in confusion.
"Oh, let me demonstrate to you." Claire took out another pistol with his backhand and fired a shot at the bed where Sirian was lying.
"Bang!"
The deafening sound resounded in the room. Sirian was frightened, but when he turned around and saw the bed that had been hit, he was stunned.
"This..."
The bed made of pure wood in front of him actually split into thin pieces of wood.
"One bullet can kill an unsuspecting Silver Rank soldier." Claire took out a handful of yellow objects from Spatial Ring and put it into the opponent's hand. He said with a smile, "I will give you twenty bullets. It's up to you how to use it."
"What happened!" Shane opened the door and shouted as he came in. The sudden gunshot just now startled him.
Claire waved his hand, "It's okay, it's just a small problem. Let's send him out next."
Sirian walked out of the store in a daze, holding a pistol and the twenty yellow bullets tightly in his hand. He was at a loss. He took a few steps forward and took a look at where Claire was.
He seemed to have come back to life, but it seemed that nothing had changed. He could not stay by that person's side, but he had a powerful weapon in his hand.
Shane looked at Sirian who was gradually going away and asked, "Master Viscount, you finally saved him, why did you let him go again?"
Claire thought for a moment and replied, "It's just a chess move with nothing to do. Can you give me a surprise after you open your mouth?"
Sirian habitually walked to an alley and sat down, rubbing his fingers on the revolver Claire handed him. He was still at a loss, like a child abandoned in the desert, at a loss.
Now that he is free and out of the control of that gang, if he sells this weapon, he can have enough money to live a stable life in another city.
But that kind of life didn't seem to be what he had been desperately pursuing before. Sirian rubbed his face hard and looked uncertainly at the street. This was the street where he stayed after being beaten before. Someone happened to come out of the bakery carrying the bread he bought. Sirian suddenly felt like he was back on that special day three years ago.
"I figured it out before that my life shouldn't go on like this!"
As he said that, Sirian looked at the pistol in his hand and remembered what Claire said to him before, "Do what you want to do."
Suddenly Sirian's eyes became firm, and his aura quietly changed.
"Kak ka ka..." Six bullets were stuffed into the bullet chute and walked towards the direction in memory.
The base camp of Razor Society.
"Huh? You're not dead! You've actually recovered from your wounds. Did you meet some kind-hearted noble lady who saved you? Hahahaha." A sullen gangster looked at Sirian who was walking towards him and laughed.
"With your face like this, you might attract the favor of some noble ladies, what? What do you mean by that expression!"
"Don't you even dare to reply to my words! You despicable boy!" The man stepped forward and grabbed Sirian by the collar, intending to punch him angrily.
Sirian All the resentment he had suffered over the years burst out at this moment, and his eyes immediately became sharp!
He glared at the other person, and that glance shocked the gangster, and his fists froze.
Sirian's eyes became gloomy and filled with murderous intent, "Get your dirty hands off my body!"
"Ah!!!"
The gangster screamed, and his arm was pierced by a dagger. Then Sirian quickly pulled it out and wiped it on the other person's neck. Blood burst out and splashed on his face.
He has already developed a set of proficient knife skills from stealing with razors for so many years. He doesn't even need to use the weapons Claire gave him to deal with this kind of gangster...
"Who dares to come to our place to cause trouble!" A loud voice came from inside the house, and a Silver Rank soldier stepped out. This is the gang leader of Razor Society.
"Bang!"
The body fell to the ground, there was silence all around, and everything was reduced to this loud noise.
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