Netheril’s Glory

"Wow, Dickie, you intoned so beautifully. You are worthy of being the best bard in Niailan town!"

After Dickie had finished singing, he and Bilan were walking together on the stone road of Niailan town, and Bilan did not hesitate to praise Dickie.

"Is it really......I thought it was just so so".

Dickie's face became flushed, and he started to scratch his head embarrassingly.

"Pooh!"

Seeing Dickie's embarrassed expression, Bilan couldn't help but smile. She suddenly felt that spending time with Dickie could make her forget all the troubles, the flesh and blood and the screams from the White Tower, and also those cold eyes…………

"Um... Miss Bilan, How was the lord Mage? I heard this lord is a very strict person."

When Dickie remembered that Bilan was already an apprentice of the notorious official mage, he asked Bilan with some worry. After all, influenced by the townfolk's rumors, he had already created a terrifying and mysterious image of that young mage in his mind.

"It's......It's okay. Although the White Tower is a bit gloomy, but mentor Punk is pretty good."

Bilan forced a smile and said to Dickie. Even though in her opinion, her mentor was an evil pervert, but she didn't want to make Dickie worry by telling him all that.

When Dickie saw Bilan's pale face, his heart trembled a little, and just as he was about to inquire more, Bilan immediately changed the topic.

"Look over there. What's wrong with that kid?"

Not wanting to talk about her experience in the White Tower, Bilan took advantage of Dickie's momentary pause and shifted her focus on a new scene.

An eight or nine-year-old child was sitting on the ground in an alley at the end of the street. He was hugging his knees and crying.

Kindhearted Bilan certainly couldn't just ignore it. She quickly ran to the child who was sitting on the ground, and because of this Dickie also temporarily forgot the heavy topic just now and hurriedly followed Bilan to the child.

"Child, are you okay? Can you stand up and tell this sister what happened?".

Bilan knelt down and gently comforted the crying little boy.

"What happened? Is this child got hurt?"

Dickie was at a loss seeing the child's heartwrenching cry as if he had been seriously injured. Although Dickie wanted to help him up, but he was afraid of accidentally touching the child's wound.

"Child, can you please let this sister see your legs?"

Seeing the little boy crying so intensely, Bilan also felt very distressed. To her, it seemed like this child just fell down accidentally, so commonly, this child should receive a bruise at most, but she didn't understand why he was crying so intensely.

Seeing that the little boy wasn't responding to Bilan's comforting, Dickie had to carefully remove the little boy's hands from his legs.

"Hiss…………"

When they saw the injury on the little boy's leg, both of them gasped at the same time.

They could clearly see that the little boy's leg got twisted at a weird angle, and there was a lump on his knee as thick as the thigh.

Seeing such a severe fracture on the little boy's knee, Dickie was very surprised. But Bilan was even more surprised, as, with her mental perception, she could observe more deeply, there were actually multiple fractures in the little boy's knee, but she still could not figure out how the other party had received such severe injuries just after fallen down once.

"This, what should we do! Yes! we have to find this child's family as soon as possible."

Dickie tremblingly picked up the little boy, who was now already in a semi-comatose state, but he had no experience with this kind of sudden incident, so he didn't know what to do for a time.

"We can't stand in the middle of the road. Let's bring him to the side first. This child had comminuted fractures, and the broken bone may have injured the artery. So we have to stop the internal bleeding as soon as possible; otherwise, he will go in a shock."

Although Bilan was puzzled by the cause of the boy's injury, she still reacted very quickly and decided not to think about the reason for now. After all, If it was not treated in time, the boy's leg might have to be amputated.

"Yes, Yes, let's go to the alley over there; otherwise, if we encounter those missionaries from the Ti Xiaer Church, this situation will become more troublesome."

Dickie pointed to an alley close to the street and said in a hurry.

"Okay!"

Thinking of the clingy craziness of those weird missionaries, Bilan nodded seriously, and two of them carefully carried the boy into the alley together.

"Dickie, you go and try finding the child's family. Meanwhile, I will try to treat his wounds."

Putting the little boy gently on the ground, Bilan carefully inspected the little boy's wound, and at the same time, asked Dickie to find the child's parents.

"Okay!"

Dickie didn't have time to talk more, so he first looked at Bilan and then the little boy worriedly and ran toward the exit of the alley.

"First... I have to stop the bleeding."

Bilan was also a little at a loss facing the little boy who had now fallen on the ground and passed out completely. She watched the child's leg that had been twisted under the pressure of the huge lump and only felt that her head was blank.

"Think, think about it, did I learn any healing spell!"

Bilan muttered to herself in a low voice while also forcing herself to calm down. She tried to recall the few parchments that Punk had handed her. Bilan now remembered that one of them had an apprentice-level healing spell that she had practiced.

After taking a few deep breaths, Bilan started to chant a spell in a low voice and constructed a spell model in her mind palace...

This was an apprentice-level incantation spell-Hemostasis. This spell constricted blood vessels to stop bleeding.

A small piece of yellow light lit up on Bilan's palm. Then she carefully placed her palm on the little boy's leg. Very soon, the internal bleeding and swelling in the boy's knee stopped. Seeing this, Bilan finally felt a little relieved and wiped the sweats on her forehead.

"What are you doing? Someone is seriously injured. I don't have time to listen to your preaching"!

Just as Bilan breathed a sigh of relief for the little boy's narrow escape from the lifelong disability, Dickie's angry voice suddenly came from the exit of the alley.

Shocked, Bilan quickly got up and saw that the entrance of the alley was blocked by two or three missionaries wearing gray-red robes. They were holding a thick book and dragging Dickie in a sluggish manner to the inside of the alley. They completely ignored Dickie's punches and kicks, and even when they were hit in the abdomen, they did not show any sign of pain.

"Bang!"

"Ouch..."

Dickie was smashed on the ground, and his white robe immediately became covered with dust. The collision with the hard ground made Dickie cry out in pain.

"What are you doing, there is a child injured here, and he needs treatment."

Seeing that these missionaries were so unreasonable, Bilan also stepped forward angrily, and while helping the groaning Dickie to stand up, she tried to argue with one of the missionaries who looked like the leader.

But these missionaries seemed to have not heard her at all, and they were still silent with a dull puppet-like expression on their faces and kept staring at Bilan and Dickie with their emotionless eyes.

Seeing this scene, a trace of fear crept into Bilan's heart. Although she was an apprentice-level mage, she has never really learned any offensive spells, so she was just a little more powerful than an ordinary person in terms of combat effectiveness. Also, she had a very innocent nature, so even if she could, she might not be able to harm a living and breathing human.

So, facing these weird missionaries, Bilan's pupils became dilated, and she took a step back and leaned on Dickie's arms.

"What do you guys want?"

Dickie tried his best to stand up and look up at the missionary, who was a lot taller than himself. Although his legs were shaking in fear, he still blocked Bilan behind him and questioned the dull missionaries with as much anger as possible.

However, these missionaries still didn't respond to Dickie's questioning. Only the leading missionary took out a small bottle of light green filthy-looking liquid from his robe's pocket with his dry claw-like palm.

Under the dim yellow sunlight, the spider pattern carved on the small bottle loomed...........