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[FTMWDK] Chapter 380: RUN!
🕑 Added 2024-04-17 01:27:26 +0000 UTC"It's Moran!"
"What happened?! Wasn't he supposed to be out on patrol?! How did he get hurt so badly?!"
"Where's Mari?! Hurry, bring her over!"
Soon, Mari rushed over carrying a medicine bag. But upon seeing Moran covered in blood and wounds, she was completely at a loss as to where to start. Sweat glistened on her forehead as panic overtook her.
In the end, she was just a twelve-year-old girl. No matter how talented she was, her experience was still too limited. Moreover, Moran's injuries were just too severe; even if her father were here, it might not necessarily be enough to save him.
"Let me handle this."
A gentle voice suddenly came from her side, and Mari instinctively looked up to see a familiar face.
"Mr. Arkhan..."
Arkhan crouched in front of Moran, and soon, black and white light converged in his hands, forming the shape of a massive lance.
Pure white light radiated from the lance, enveloping Moran's body within it.
Under the creation power of Abyss Flower, the wounds on his body visibly began to heal at a rapid pace, and his pallid complexion gradually regained its healthy color.
After more than ten minutes, the light gradually faded away.
"He's going to be okay." Arkhan stated, exhaling his breath.
However, as he looked up, he noticed that the surrounding villagers involuntarily took a few steps back, their emotions unclear, whether it was hatred or fear.
'I knew it would be like this...' Arkhan sighed helplessly.
For the past few days, he had been restraining himself from displaying extraordinary powers in front of the villagers. Even when he was treating others, he only used the power of Abyss Flower while pretending to administer medicine with the help of Fenghuang Down's illusion.
After all, ignorant people always feel fear toward phenomena beyond their understanding. These villagers had never encountered mysterious and supernatural powers before, so the only thing they associated with such powers was the knights from Camelot.
Moreover, the appearance of the Abyss Flower had made it worse. After all, it was a lance, a typical weapon used by knights.
It seemed that the scene of him healing Moran just now had triggered some unpleasant memories for them.
Regardless, the current situation was urgent. If he didn't use Abyss Flower, Moran would truly be beyond saving.
It seemed like it was about time for him to leave this village.
"What are you all doing?!"
Accompanied by a voice filled with anger, an elderly figure emerged.
"Chief..."
"Grandpa..."
The old village chief walked up to Arkhan, glanced at the now healed Moran, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Arkhan and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Mr. Arkhan, for saving Moran."
"It's nothing. I'm a healer, so saving people is my duty." Arkhan smiled and reached out to help the old man up.
The village chief quickly scanned the villagers with an angry expression.
"Look at yourselves! For so many days, Mr. Arkhan has helped us without asking for anything in return. Is this how you treat him?!"
It was evident that the village chief held a high authority in this village as no one dared to refute him.
"This time, if it weren't for Mr. Arkhan, Moran would have been doomed! He's a great person and a friend of our village. Do you all even have a shred of conscience left?!"
Every villager exchanged guilty looks and hung their heads in shame.
The village chief took a few deep breaths, then turned back to Arkhan.
"Sorry for their offense just now, Mr. Arkhan. Please accept my apology."
"It's okay. I understand..." Arkhan smiled and waved his hand. "Actually, I was planning to leave the village in a few days anyway, so this doesn't really matter."
"Is that so..." The village chief sighed. "I know people like you can't stay here forever. Sadly, we're leaving such an impression on you. If you don't mind, let us prepare a farewell feast for you."
"No need. The village has limited resources, so let's save them for those in need." Arkhan shook his head and smiled.
The village chief opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent, merely sighing.
"Mr. Arkhan, can I go with you?" Mari suddenly spoke up from the side.
She was the only one who stood firmly by Arkhan's side just now, never backing down.
"Go with me? Why?" Arkhan looked at her in surprise.
Mari nervously played with her clothes and mustered up her courage.
"You promised me once to help me find my dad..."
"Don't worry, kiddo. I won't forget." Arkhan patted the girl's head and smiled. "But it's too dangerous to go with me. It's safer for you to stay in the village. Trust me, I'll bring your dad back."
"Um, I understand..." Mari murmured and lowered her head with a gloomy expression.
Suddenly, a small commotion stirred within the crowd.
"Moran woke up..."
"He really woke up..."
Cough! Cough!
Moran coughed twice, slowly opening his eyes, still confused. Without warning, as if recalling something horrifying, his eyes widened in terror.
"RUNNN—!!!"
Moran screamed as loud as he could with a scared voice.
No one expected his first words after waking up to be that.
For a moment, everyone froze in place, some feeling bewildered and unsure of what to do.
"What are you all standing around for?! Move, back to the village!" The village chief quickly snapped out of it and yelled at the bewildered villagers.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too slow.
"My, my, this is quite a catch indeed~ Keeping that guy alive was the right choice after all... heehee~"
Accompanied by a light and pleasant feminine laughter, the ground trembled as a fully armed regiment of knights charged out from the canyon, surrounding the village.
"They are... the white murderers from the city!"
"How did they... how did they find us here..."
The villagers instantly panicked, their eyes filled with intense despair.
These knights who appeared out of nowhere had been a nightmare for them ever since they descended upon this land.
Cold, merciless, powerful, cruel—facing these cold killers, even the bravest warriors could only meet a bitter end.
To evade these bastards, they had to leave their homes and wander everywhere. Yet, fate still did not favor them; despite hiding for so long, they were still found.
Mari's body trembled slightly as she looked at the large number of knights surrounding the village, her eyes filled with both fear and hatred.
Thud Thud Thud
Accompanied by the clear sound of something sturdy hitting the ground, the knights suddenly dispersed to the sides, revealing a slender figure walking out from among them.
Comments
Biazar Lockhart
Which round table goon is leading them?
Eternal Blizzard
Thanks for the chapter
