Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Just as Roland was squatting on the ground to install the base, three figures suddenly emerged from the void, and one of them stumbled when they landed, and they fell to the ground together.

Anna was startled, and a cluster of green flames rose up into a wall of fire in the blink of an eye, blocking the two of them.

Roland looked up and saw that one of the women was the nightingale after a long absence. She looked very embarrassed, her cheeks were unusually bright red, and her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat despite the cold wind blowing outside.

"Your Highness, please call Nanawa, hurry up!"

She looked up and shouted, her anxiety palpable.

Roland had noticed that the woman she was tied to her back was pale and her eyes were closed. Half of his arm was empty, and the cloth wrapped around the cut had been stained dark red with oozing blood.

"Cardin, go to the medical center and bring Nanawa here!" he shouted to the door.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

In addition to these two, there was a little girl who was caught under the armpit by the nightingale. She didn't look much fine, her eyes looking around curiously.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Roland stepped forward to untie the cloth strap behind the nightingale and unload the woman with the broken arm.

"I'm fine, Your Highness, ahem...... I'm sorry I didn't get the Mutual Aid sisters back," Nightingale gasped, her voice weak, apparently exhausted after a long journey.

"Don't say anything, just rest well," Roland picked up the unconscious, seriously injured woman, and then let Anna help the nightingale, and the five of them returned to the castle together. Nightingale's room was next door to Anna, and he ordered his maid to light the fire and prepare a large bucket of hot water in the house. When Nanawa arrived, he briefly explained how to clean the wound before treatment, and exited the room first.

As long as she doesn't die, Nanawa will be able to restore her wounds to their original state, and there is no problem in saving her life. Nightingale also deliberately brought back the woman's severed arm, but the arm had been bleeding for a long time, and he didn't know if he could still connect it. The next cleaning and treatment need to be carried out by taking off clothes, and as a new generation who grew up under the red flag, Roland consciously chose to avoid it.

But how could it have come this way? He thought to himself, could it be that the Mutual Aid camp had been attacked by evil beasts so that only three of them had escaped?

He wandered uneasily outside the door, and after about half an hour the door was pushed open, and the first to come out was the little girl who had returned with the nightingale, seemingly unharmed. She nodded at Roland, "You are exactly what the Nightingale said. ”

"......," Roland didn't come back to his senses for a moment, "what did she say about me?"

"A prince who cares about witches." The other party gently closed the door, "It's a pity that this news is too terrifying, so most people in the Mutual Aid Society didn't believe her." Actually, I don't believe it, but like my dad said, the world is so big, anyone can have it. My name is Lightning, Your Highness, and it's a pleasure to meet you. With that, she lowered her head and placed her right hand on her left shoulder—presumably a form of salute.

However, Roland did not focus on this, and he keenly captured the phrase "most people don't believe her". "Isn't the Aid camp attacked by evil beasts?"

"Attack? no...... Why do you ask?" She tapped her index finger on her forehead, then gave a look of realization, "Ah, I see. The older sister with a broken arm was named Wendy, and she was injured by Hakala, a counselor in the Mutual Aid Society. Lightning then recounted what had happened.

Roland fell silent after hearing this, it was actually like this...... He thought that he had really underestimated the cruel oppression of witches in this world, and that over the years, witches' distrust of the church and the upper nobility had reached its peak. And Hakala is one of the radicals. Listening to Lightning's description, the leader of the Mutual Aid Society is probably the first thing he wants to do after gaining enough strength is to eradicate people like himself.

Thankfully, however, Nightingale returned safely.

Not only that, but he also brought back two witches to the border town. As for the model community project, Roland thought about it and decided to let Carl continue to build it. Even if you don't need it now, there will always be more witches in the future.

"Are you also a member of the Mutual Aid Society?"

"Not anymore," she said, "like Wendy and the Nightingale, now that they have come out, it is impossible to go back." Hakara is now afraid of swallowing our hearts alive. ”

"Will she survive being impaled by a nightingale?" Roland asked with a frown.

"Probably, there is a witch named Leaf in the camp who can increase the effectiveness of herbs several times," Lightning thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be a big problem to save Hakara's life with more hemostatic herbs and blood chemizers, but compared to this witch of yours, the effect is much worse." ”

That's a real nuisance, he thought, and it's a bit ironic not to worry about being targeted by the church, but to end up being targeted by witches. Fortunately, the other party's main purpose is to find the Holy Mountain, and there should be no time to find trouble with the nightingale now.

"You said before that you didn't fully believe Nightingale, so why did you run away from Aid Society with her?"

"Because of the black machines that snort and spew white air, and the snow that turns into stone-gray powder when it gets wet, and the snow that bursts into thunderous noises!" Lightning repeated what he had said to the nightingale, "the prince who treats witches well may not have it, but she wouldn't have lied to me, or she wouldn't have made it so lifelike - it's an explorer's instinct." By the way, the big guy I saw in the yard was a black machine that spewed white gas? The nightingale seemed to say it was called ...... The steam engine?"

"Explorer?" Roland automatically ignored the last question.

"That's right, explorer. "That's why I chose to follow the Nightingale here." Explorers are curious about the unknown. ”

"......" Roland sighed secretly, is this considered a second disease. To be able to pursue something other than survival in this era, you must come from a wealthy family. Look at her tomboy-like outfit and her short blonde hair, "You're really not called Ezreal?"

"Who is that? I'll call Lightning," said the little girl, holding her head high.

Just then, Anna and Nanava also pushed the door and walked out.

"How," Roland asked, "is the treatment going well?"

Seeing Nanava nodding, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, the amputated limb should be grafted within six to eight hours, beyond which the success rate of the operation will be greatly reduced. Lightning said it had taken them nearly a day to get here from the camp, and that the limb ports were already in a state of gradual atrophy by this time, and that it was almost impossible to connect the nerves with conventional surgery. It can only be said that Nanawa's healing ability is indeed miraculous.

The little girl also looked a little tired, as if the treatment had taken a lot of energy. Roland encouraged her twice, "It's hard work, after dinner today, you can sleep with Anna." ”

Of course, Tiago Pyne was to be brought with him, he thought.

PS.5.15 "The starting point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters!