The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

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The houses in the south of Granada are very old, most of them are wooden houses.

In order to prevent the company from burning in the fire, several broad roads divided the house here into several pieces.

Huntington's house was on the side of the road, and he sat on a stake outside the door, mending his clothes in the last rays of the evening sky.

Today, his luck was not good. When he went hunting, his sleeve was torn by the thorns ditch.

Behind him, a strong herbal smell wafted from the house.

The smell of this herb is lingering all year round, and the neighbors have become accustomed to it, and at the same time express their sympathy and regret.

Huntington's mother, DeLauris, and his late father, the old Huntington, used to be an adventurer couple.

The old people around still remember the honest and honest young man who often giggled, and the girl next to him with a good-looking smile.

It was only a few years ago that the adventurer couple followed their companions to **** a caravan north, but only a third of them eventually came back.

Huntington's father failed to return, and DeLauris was seriously injured and had to bid farewell to her adventurer career.

At first, the Adventurer's Guild thought of Huntington's father's sacrifice after his death, so they arranged for Delauris an easy job in the guild so that she could raise Huntington.

It's just that DeLauris's health got worse and worse, and she couldn't do the job of sticking parchment on the task wall. She had to go back home, and the burden of life at home was on Hunting, who was only seven years old at the time. Dun's shoulders.

The Adventurer's Guild had to let the seven-year-old Huntington make him a little adventurer when he was less than eight years old, and then go with other little adventurers to gather fruit to support the family.

At this time, someone walked up to Huntington and asked, "Little Huntington, is your mother at home?"

Huntington stood up immediately and said to the short and fat woman, "Hello, Auntie Barrel, my mother is resting inside."

The family has owned a tavern for several generations, and the aunt whose mother gave birth to herself in the wine cellar and was named the wine barrel by her father was carrying a basket in her hand, and the basket was covered with a linen, and she said, "The clumsy one in my family just now. The fish was roasted and the guests were unwilling to eat it, so you and your mother can eat it together tonight."

As she spoke, she walked to Huntington's house without seeing anyone.

Soon after, the voices of two women and DeLauris's cough came from the room.

The barrel aunt quickly came out with an empty basket, and she said to Huntington: "I told your mother just now that there are many people in the store recently, and the tips are large, so you can help run the hall tonight. , your mother also agreed."

Huntington nodded happily.

Not long after the barrel-mother left, a twelve or thirteen-year-old on horseback, dressed in neat "mirab" clothes, stopped next door to Huntington's house.

The teenager saw that the door was closed, so he turned to Huntington and asked, "Hey, that Huntington, hasn't Marian come back yet?"

Huntington replied with a blank face: "Report to Master Nottingham, Maan hasn't come back yet, and there are a lot of dishes to be washed in the pub recently."

The Master of Nottingham pouted, then stood outside the door waiting.

It was getting dark, and Huntington had already returned home to start cooking.

Master Nottingham, who had been waiting for Marianne to come back for a long time, probed into Huntington's house, threw a few copper plates on the table, and said, "Hundington, when Marianne comes back, tell her for me, and I invite her to the day after tomorrow. Watch me play."

Huntington shouted from the kitchen: "Got it, Master Nottingham!"

A pot of porridge was ready in a short time. Huntington first scooped out a small bowl, and then picked up two eggs from the eggs that he had exchanged for hares and pheasants today, beat them into the pot and boiled them into egg porridge.

Then he brought two bowls of porridge to the room and put them on the table, and in the middle of the table was a bowl of three-finger-wide fish that was slightly burnt.

In the end, Huntington helped his mother, who was resting on the bed, to the edge of the table and sat in front of the egg porridge, and he himself sat in front of the white porridge.

DeLauris pushed the fish bowl in front of Huntington, and said, "Eat more, be diligent at Auntie Barrel tonight, and don't smash the signboard of Auntie's house."

Huntington nodded, then took the smallest grilled fish from the bowl and ate it, then pushed the bowl back to his mother and said, "Mom, eat all of these, the priest said today that you should Eat more."

DeLauris shook his head helplessly. He picked two larger fish from the bowl and put them into his son's bowl, and then began to pray before the meal.

Just when the mother and son were halfway through their dinner, the girl's voice sounded at the door: "Aunt DeLauris and brother Huntington are there, there are guests."

Huntington and DeLauris froze for a moment, there was no precedent for a guest visit at this time in the past.

So Huntington stood up and replied, "Marian, we're all here, who's here?"

During the day, the girl who helped Huntington wipe his sweat and deliver water led the two guests into Huntington's house. Under the light of an oil lamp not much bigger than a soybean, Huntington was surprised to find that the two guests were actually Charles and Mila, who had just met during the day.

At the same time, Charles also found that although the fish in the bowl on the other side's table was a little burnt, it was still a little familiar.

After introducing herself, Mila said to DeLauris, "Madame, my brother has a way to take out the contents of your body. I wonder if you would like to try it?"

I don't know how many times I have experienced hope and disappointment intertwined with Delauris, shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "The family has no money to pay for medical expenses."

Charles also smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that the other party regarded himself as a liar. He said, "Please rest assured, lady, I don't need money for your treatment."

DeLauris frowned. Free things are often the most expensive. What Charles said made her a little uneasy. What if Charles wanted her son to be a slave.

Mira took Delauris's hand aside and said softly, "Madam, please rest assured, I swear to the God of Light that we have no intention of murdering you, we just want to help you."

Just as she finished speaking, a white light lit up from Mila's body.

"God oath?" DeLauris was well-informed and quickly recognized the meaning of this light.

Mira smiled and nodded.

At this time Huntington said: "Mom, let this lord give it a try, he is very strong, and Marianne and I saw him fly very high this morning. And he is a good man. ."

Marianne nodded in agreement.

Charles, who just received a good person card, said, "Don't worry ma'am, our family's ancestral motto is 'help if you can'. Since I can help you, there is no reason to watch you suffer."

He looked at Huntington, who looked expectant, and Marianne next to him, and continued, "Don't you want to see your son get married and have children, and don't want to have grandchildren?"

Huntington's face immediately flushed, and at this time DeLauris thought about her son's hardships over the past few years, and finally nodded.

Charles put DeLauris on the bed, stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the back of her so thin that she could see her ribs, where there was a terrible scar, and then released her mental power to investigate the condition of the lesion.

Under the dim oil lamp, Huntington, who was sitting at the table uneasy, did not notice that Charles frowned. And Marianne held Huntington's hand tightly, and she was too nervous.

Charles figured out the location and size of the lesion and said to Mira: "Sister, count down to 20. When you count to two, I will take out the lesion, and when you count to one, you will release the healing technique."

Mira nodded, and began to count down.

"twenty"

"nineteen"

"eighteen"

...

With the countdown, Huntington stood up nervously, and Marianne felt his hands shaking and sweating a lot.

And he was very curious about Charles' treatment method, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't understand how the young master would treat his mother.

DeLauris has a little guess in her heart, she thinks that Charles will open a hole in her body at a very fast speed, then take out the lesion, and finally let the nun heal the wound as soon as possible~www.readwn.com~ So she was prepared to endure the severe pain.

"three"

"two"

"puff"

"God of comfort, we praise you. Now I pray to you for Ms. DeLauris, as she is caught in her wounds, and please rescue her from her injuries and strengthen her faith..."

The white light lit up from Mira's body again, and then the light containing divine power instantly disappeared into Delauris's body.

DeLauris first felt a piercing pain, and then a warm force quickly entered her body, and the pain quickly disappeared.

Huntington hurried to the bed, and Marianne was caught off guard by him.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed the treatment was a success.

Then he came to the dining table and looked at the somewhat strange foreign object that was taken out of Delauris's body through teleportation.