When Karen reluctantly opened his eyes, he saw piles of bright red objects and bright firelight. His head kept throbbing, and the torn wound on his arm had been simply sutured, but the pain was still unbearable.

To make matters worse, every time he inhaled, his body ached.

He groaned in pain, rubbed his head, and spent a lot of effort to gather some energy. The world slowly became clearer, Savos was sitting next to him, his cloak became torn, and his gloves were taken off.

Throwing it aside, other than that, he seemed to be unscathed. He had put his hood back on to hide his face.

"Are you awake?" Savos noticed Karen's movement and looked over, "That's good, I'll do a simple check for you first." He waved his hand in front of Karen's eyes. "You

Can you speak? Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are?" he asked.

Karen tried her best to let her eyes move with his hand, "I know." He said weakly.

Savos nodded with satisfaction and put down his hand. "Very good, I don't want anything to happen to you." He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you think you can stand up? I need your help."

Karen nodded and tried to stand up, but soon a heartbreaking pain came from his torso, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

Seeing this, Savos came over and gave him a simple examination. He shook his head and said, "You have two broken ribs. It must have been broken by Nerbito." He sighed, "I can do that.

I'll sew up your arms and back, but this kind of injury can't be treated until you return to the village."

"How many are there in total?"

Savos was silent for a moment, "Twelve." He pointed to the pile of corpses beside him, "You did a good job, killed two of them."

"According to the evil object handling manual issued by the Rune Master Association, should we..." Karen seemed to have remembered something and spoke eagerly, but she started coughing violently mid-sentence.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Savos waved his hand, "I have prepared two large bottles of white vinegar and firewood."

Karen laughed nervously, "I thought of a song, a children's song that I loved when I was a kid."

He sang in a low voice:

Children, children, be careful

The devil has arrived and the sky is cloudy

If you can't hide

Methods in mind

One spoonful of spirits, three pounds of white vinegar

Dig a hole three feet high and smoke it with flames

"That's right," Savos sneered, "People think that demons are stories, and children's songs are also stories. But children's songs often contain the truth." He meant something, and his voice gradually dropped.

Karen also laughed, "I firmly believed in the existence of demons when I was a child," he coughed twice, "Even when I got older, I still believed it. My friends still laughed at me for being a coward, and I believed the things in the story." Then he

He pointed at himself as if mocking himself and said: "I used to wonder if I was too timid. Later, when I became a rune master, I realized that many things in the story were true, such as demons, and..." he said

Finally, he lowered the volume as if on purpose.

"Maybe." Savos suddenly became cold, "Now maybe you can help me dig a hole? It doesn't need to be three feet, but it's not much different. If you are willing to help, I will not refuse."

Karen moved a hand, touched the back of his head, and then looked at his fingers. They were covered with mud and dirt, but there was no blood. He was a little surprised. "I think I'm fine." He said, using his hands.

He held himself up and sat upright. "It's just the ribs." He sat upright and was speaking when suddenly his eyes flickered and he fell straight back.

"Then you should have a good rest." Savos sighed. He walked over to check on Karen's condition. A drop of blood flowed from his sleeve and dripped onto Karen's face, followed by several more drops.

"Sorry." Savos muttered to himself, reaching out his hand to wipe away the blood, but it made most of Karen's face red. Only then did he remember that his hands were covered in blood.

He quietly untied his cloak and lifted the hood. His red hair had become wet with blood, changing from a flame-like bright red to a dark red. The blood had dried and formed patches on his hair.

Hard shell. His body was even worse. The wall he took from the blacksmith had been scratched to pieces, and his left arm and shoulder were covered in black and red moist blood, flowing down his arm.

He silently picked up the shovel and began to dig the hole slowly, enduring the pain.

Carla stood waiting anxiously at the door of the hotel. He found out that his master was missing an hour ago. He left a note saying "Going out to do some business." He thought angrily, as if I am the owner of this hotel and he just lives here.

The young waiter who was full of resentment kept pacing like a guest, and the messy footsteps showed that the owner was very anxious.

After what seemed like a century, Kara finally saw a familiar red-haired figure appear in the field of vision, carrying something on his back. He was relieved at first, and the boulder in his heart fell to the ground. But his anger soon rose.

, he strode up to Savos, waving the note in his hand

, "You disappeared in the middle of the night, and you only left me a note!? What is this?" He roared with all his strength, his voice became hoarse from overexertion, "The note only contained four simple words, 'Go out to do errands.'

, what kind of thing are you doing?" Kara jumped angrily, but still took the person handed over by Savos.

"Why is it him?" Only then did he see clearly that it was Karen who Savos was carrying back.

"He may be the most unlucky guy this year, and he just happened to happen to what happened tonight." Savos said helplessly.

"No matter what you are doing when you go out, even if you want to go out, you should leave me a more detailed note so that I can..." Kara kept questioning Savos, and the two walked into the hall together.

When he saw clearly the miserable appearance of Savos covered in blood, he was instantly stunned.

But he reacted quickly, and his anger rose to a new level. "Doing business!? You went out to clean up Nerbito, right!?" he roared, and then he seemed to remember something.

His eyes widened, and his anger reached its peak, almost shooting out of his eyes, "You left the body parts of the previous beetle, right? This way you can lead the other Nerbitos out, hell,

Mare, I can't believe you lied to me, to me!"

Savos was silent. He walked up the stairs first, followed by Kara. "I'm sorry to have worried you, Kalecgos." He said seriously, his tone full of apology.

"There's no need to call me so formally, Mare." Kara was still angry, "I'm angry because, first of all, you've put yourself in danger. God, look at yourself, it's a miracle you're alive. Secondly, you've put yourself in danger.

, I can’t believe you don’t trust me, oh, I’m so sad, Mare.”

They stopped talking, placed Karen in an empty room, covered him with a quilt, put away his luggage, and closed the door.

After walking out of the room, Savos looked at Kara, his eyes sincere and apologetic. "Listen, Kara," he said, "I believe you, but I don't want you to take risks. I'm sure I can solve it by myself.

"

"Mare, I can help." Kara whimpered strangely, her tone hurt, "You know I'm happy to help."

Savos nodded and pointed to his back, "Can you help me take care of the wound?" He asked as he walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. "I can't handle this position well."

.”

"I'm happy to oblige." Carla turned around and went out, while Savos took off his shirt. The blood had completely dried, and the clothes were tightly stuck to his skin. When he took off the clothes, the wound was so painful that his face was almost deformed.

He could only clench his teeth and keep inhaling. When his clothes were completely pulled off, he took a deep breath and returned to an expression of indifference.

After a while, Kara walked into the room with a box. It was an exquisite suitcase. In the center of the box was a red cross. In the middle of the cross was a snake staff, with a line of small words engraved below: Imperial Royal Medical College.

He put the box on the table, brought in a basin of water, then opened the box and took out a large pack of cotton swabs, a small brown bottle, a sharp iron needle, and many thin catguts.

Kara first soaked the cotton cloth with water and wiped the blood stains on Savos' body.

After wiping away the blood stains, a dozen scary wounds appeared, as if they had been cut by a barber's razor. Most of the wounds were on the back, and the rest were on the shoulders and arms. The flesh around the wounds had been rolled up.

It's white and looks very bad.

"Your injury is less serious than I thought, Mare." Kara opened the small brown bottle, put the cotton swab in and dipped it vigorously. "How many are there in total?" he asked, while carefully wiping the wound with the cotton swab.

"Twelve. Hiss, iodine?" Savos gritted his teeth in pain, and the medicine Kara used cut his wound like a knife.

"Yes, iodine, this is for... twelve!?" Carla nodded first, and then she was shocked as if she suddenly reacted, "How many did our guests kill?"

"He killed two of them, which is pretty good considering his strength."

Kara nodded, agreeing with his mentor's conclusion, "You are really lucky, Mare." He said nervously, "Another person would have died countless times."

Savos sighed, "That's why I don't want you to come too."

When Karen went down to the hotel lobby, it was already the evening of the second day. He held on to the stairs and staggered downstairs with a pale face.

Savos was sitting behind the bar, blowing bubbles into a bottle of wine, "Ah! Our guest, are you okay?" he asked without raising his head.

Karen touched his head and said, "It's not bad." He took two quick steps and frowned because of the pain. "It seems that walking too fast will still hurt."

He shook his head, walked quickly to the bar, and said in an excited tone: "God, it's really you, right?" His face turned red and he stammered, "I thought it wasn't the same person, but God, it's really you.

It's you."

Savos nodded resignedly, "It's me." He sighed, "I didn't want to be exposed."

Karen nodded in understanding and looked at the gun on the bar. "People thought you were dead," he said.

"What's wrong with that?" Savos lazily wiped the wine glass and asked indifferently.

"You see," Karen tried to organize her words, "I have always been interested in your stories. Talos always mentioned Saren, the 'red dragon', so I thought..."

Savos's eyes became sharp and dangerous, "There is no Saren here," he said in a bad tone, with a low voice, "There is only the innkeeper Savos here." After saying this, his face quickly softened,

"Besides, even if you know my story, you won't be able to remember it."

Karen took out a brochure and a quill from his bag, "I'm actually a writer." He said slyly.

"Ah, that's impossible." He put down the cup, and there was no room for change in his tone. "You should think clearly about how much risk I have taken by telling you my identity."

"But I'm already here, don't you consider..."

"That was a long time ago." Savos refused.

"It's less than two years." Karen tried to struggle.

"I'm not the same person I used to be." Savos ignored him and continued to talk to himself.

"The past you?"
To be continued...