Caius's expressionless face finally showed a hint of relaxation, he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and brought up a strange mood, looking unwell.

  Cynthia hung her head and didn't dare look at his face, she even felt numbness on her scalp.

  Although she thought what she said made sense, she had already started regretting why she added that unnecessary remark.

  Her life is in danger at any moment now.

  The room fell silent again for a while, until Cynthia felt her legs were about to lose sensation from kneeling, just as she was about to say something, the body in front of her, which had been sitting still like a sculpture, suddenly collapsed and heavily hit the floor, the loud noise startling her.

  During the time Caius was talking to Cynthia, the wound on his waist continued to bleed, staining the dirty carpet beneath him a dark red.

  Excessive blood loss caused him to faint completely.

  Cynthia let out a sigh of relief and her stiff back relaxed as she sat down on the stool with one hand supporting herself.

  No longer bearing that cold and frightening gaze, she knocked against the numbness in her legs under her skirt and let out a cold hum towards the young man.

  After sitting for a while, watching the young man's breathing grow weaker on the ground, Cynthia sighed again, "Alright, in consideration of the God of Light and your face, I'll permit your impolite behavior."

  She also can't just let him die like this, he's her only lead at the moment.

  The hard-won breakthrough cannot be lost just like this.

  Cynthia stood up and squatted beside him, helping him lie on his back on the ground, and tore open the clothes around his waist with great force.

  As the fabric ripped apart, a vertical wound was exposed.

  Under the crisscrossing lines, the skin around the wound was slightly purple and swollen, and the blood flowing out of it had tiny green specks under the moonlight.

  She frowned.

  This looks more like poisoning than something from the dwarves' tribe.

  No matter now or in the future, the dwarves' habit of tinkering with strange and unusual things will not change. At that time, the empire was rich in producing various medicinal capsules, but unfortunately, she was blown up and couldn't bring them over.

  Cynthia observed the wound and felt a little strange.

  The current unstoppable bleeding is more like a self-cleansing detoxification, with all the green toxic fluids being flushed out along with the blood.

  The faint breathing was just a little shock caused by excessive blood loss.

  Cynthia didn't immediately go to treat his wound, instead casting a suspicious gaze at the youth's pale and bony hands.

  She looked at both hands and didn't see a single wound.

  When she entered the house, she clearly saw his hand being burned in the flames, but this palm was like smooth and cold marble, hard and without any scars.

  Logically speaking, at least a few small blisters should have appeared by now.

  Cynthia narrowed her eyes, reached out to pinch the young man's chin, and whispered, "Even if you're cursed by darkness, you shouldn't be outside the category of human beings, right?"

  Among all races, humans are the most fragile and often get injured from minor bumps.

  In later generations, the Light God disappeared and technology developed greatly, which was also a means for them to protect themselves from invasion.

  But now the Radiant Gods still exist, and those who are cursed by darkness, whether they be human or spirit or other races, cannot receive any protection from the light in this world.

  Flames will only scorch him severely.

  This young man seems to have a considerable connection with the God of Light, otherwise it would be completely inexplicable.

  Cynthia gathered her thoughts and looked at the toxin flow, which was almost gone. She went to her luggage case to find some gauze and a hemostatic agent from the pharmacist to apply to him.

  Luò Jiā was worried she might have an accident while going out, so he prepared some common medicine in her luggage.

  But the items placed in the box were just enough for her emergency use.

  Cynthia unbuttoned the young man's clothes, and his perfect physique hooked her little heart again.

  She swallowed hard, suppressing her offending thoughts, and reached out to wrap the gauze around his waist a few times.

  The skin temperature at the fingertips has started to drop back down to normal body temperature.

  Cynthia tied a beautiful bow on his waist, adjusted the position, and finally patted her hands satisfactorily. She didn't forget to say to the unconscious Kael: "I can only tie this kind of cute one, so just make do with it."

  To ensure that he could see his rescuer when he woke up, she threw the thin quilt on the bed over him, temporarily covering the body that was prone to causing people to sin.

  The hemostatic drug was placed beside him, and the position where it was placed was visible as soon as he opened his eyes.

  Finally, Cynthia fell asleep on the table in the room.

  Sleeping like this was more uncomfortable than resting in a horse-drawn carriage, but she had to learn to endure it.

  Everyone just got better and left, isn't everything in vain?

  Chaotic thoughts swirled in her mind, constantly intersecting with each other, finally sinking into Cynthia's messy dreams.

  The night was very long, the girl who had been lying on the table was already fast asleep, her shallow golden long hair scattered behind her back, silver light on her hair like ripples on a lake, her pretty face pressed against her curved arm, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, apparently not sleeping soundly.

  A glossy black bird perched on the withered tree outside the tavern, let out a few cries, flapped its wings and grasped the edge of the open wooden window with its claws, saw the girl inside like an elf, tilted her head.

  "I've finally found you, master."

  The bird's chirping turned into a human voice calling out. On the floor lay a young man covered with only a thin blanket.

  After a brief stillness, the young man lying on the ground moved his fingers under the blanket.

  Those empty, icy crimson eyes suddenly opened wide.

  Caius's first reaction after waking up was to stand up from the ground, ignoring his bare upper body, and stand beside Cynthia, casting a dark shadow under the moonlight.

  His pale fingertips climbed up her slender neck, his expression abnormally cold.

  The black bird on the windowsill took in the unusually eye-catching butterfly knot at Kaito's waist, and the unique way it was tied made him unable to help but speak up, "Master, she seems to have saved you, this is probably the first girl willing to save you."

  It's a pity to kill the monster...

  Caius's fingers had not yet exerted any force, and he gazed at the defenseless Cynthia, his eyes dropping to her waist, his scarlet pupils darkening, and his hands also loosened.

  It takes some time to digest the poison, and being given unneeded help makes him very unhappy.

  He didn't like the feeling of being underestimated, he was powerful.

  "The Crown Prince of Rydania has returned to the palace. If it weren't for that idiot princess, we should have been able to catch him." A black bird fell from the windowsill, countless black feathers swirling around it until it transformed into a fallen angel with black wings.