Chapter 37 Bold!

"On the south side of the mountain, next to the river, there is an orphanage..."

"They are smart and pious, they are pious and smart, and there are elves flowing in their bodies..."

"Blue orphans, oh, you need to be careful..."

A mature female voice came to my ears, but she was singing a very childish nursery rhyme.

The singing seemed to come from a very far distance, yet it seemed very close and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Horn's eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes blankly. The bright sunshine and the fragrance of flowers drifted in from the window.

Is the weather clearing up?
Horn sat up and leaned his back against a corner of the four-poster bed. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the pain in his sinuses was almost gone, and his previously dry and itchy throat had produced a lot of thick phlegm.

I reached out and touched my forehead, and sure enough, the fever had gone away.

Looking up again, I saw a wine distiller as tall as a person standing in the corner of the room, with a rich garlic aroma emanating from its pointed brass mouth.

It seems that the allicin really is effective.

Although I still don't have the strength, at least I don't have a fever anymore. I've finally gotten over this illness.

Looking up and around, Horn felt that his vision and hearing had improved a lot for some reason. He could even see the dust in the sunlight and the sound of flowing water in the distance.

"Hunters and demons are hiding in the green forest. Let's run for our lives!"

Following the sound, Horn saw the witch named Carrie at a glance.

White-haired Carrie, with her marble-white thighs bare and wearing a white flowered nightgown, sat sideways on the windowsill, clapping her hands and humming the tune earnestly.

She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and for the first time, her baby face showed such a serious expression.

Like a kitten trying to poop.

"Carrie?" Horn called softly.

"Ah!" The expression on Carrie's face disappeared instantly, and her eyes returned to their former clear stupidity.

When she saw Horn get up, her eyes lit up and she jumped off the windowsill.

Then he fell to the ground swiftly.

The loud noise was so loud that Horn felt pain just by looking at it.

Getting up from the ground, Carrie first looked down at her knees in a daze, then touched the swollen bump on her forehead.

After three full seconds, two curtains of mist crept up onto her pupils. She pursed her lips and looked at Horn aggrievedly.

You fell down by yourself, why are you looking at me?
Horn was extremely confused.

However, considering her identity as a witch, she might have a fighting ability similar to Jeanne's, and she has the IQ of a child, which makes her much easier to control than Jeanne. Horn decided to extend an olive branch of friendship.

After all, he had been either sleeping or ascending the throne these days, and he knew nothing else.

From other people, Horn at least knew that Carrie was once a member of the secret party. Although she had lost her memory, maybe she could get some important information from her.

Having made up his mind, Horn put on a grey woolen robe, walked to Carrie's side, stood on tiptoe, and rubbed Carrie's head with difficulty: "Oh, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore... Look at your hair, it's as messy as a chicken coop, come, let me comb your hair."

When it comes to how to deal with a sister whose age is only in the single digits, the five-star brother Horn Galar has a lot of experience both in his previous life and in this life.

Children of this age are often distracted, and too much comfort will make them focus on the pain. It is better to divert their attention directly.

"It's not a mess!"

"It's just messy, you can see for yourself. Come, I'll braid two nice braids for you."

Carrie sat on the edge of the bed, and Horn sat cross-legged behind her, picked up a horn comb, and began to comb Carrie's hair.

"Carrie, what do you usually call me?"

"I call Jeanne Sister, sister, and I call you, brother?"

"Oh... did you know us before?"

"I do not know."

"Then why do you call us brother and sister?"

"I can sense that you and Sister Jeanne are both good people. Sister Jeanne often says good things about you, but you like to scold Sister Jeanne. You are bad."

Horn stopped combing his hair and thought about when he had said anything bad about Jeanne. It seemed that he had never said anything bad about her.

Could it be that he said this in his sleep?
But it doesn't matter. Horn doesn't care too much. He continues to smooth Carrie's hair: "What about your own family? Where are you from?"

"I don't know him. I just remember that I was in a dark cave. Someone kept beating me and then tying me up and running away, especially that Fatty... Then, you came and helped me beat Fatty away. Everyone else was bad, but you were good, so I came to find you."

"Do you know you have amnesia?"

Carrie nodded timidly: "I don't remember anything...Are you going to abandon me too?"

"I..." Horn's words suddenly stopped, and he parted the long white hair of the girl in front of him that was scattered on her back.

On that smooth and white back, dozens of whip marks were firmly imprinted in all directions, bright red like blood and dark like the abyss.

Horn was aware of the witches' incredible recovery ability. The witches' age and appearance were almost fixed at the moment of awakening.

Apart from height and body shape, there will be almost no change, and no scars will be left. Like Jeanne, minor wounds are basically fleeting.

Judging from the existing whip marks, underneath these dozens of whip marks, there are hundreds or even thousands of whipping marks.

"I...I won't. I won't abandon you." After calming down, Horn continued to ask, "Do you still remember what happened before? What is your extraordinary ability?"

"I don't remember. I only remember one song."

"What song is it?"

"On the south side of the mountain, beside the river..."

Listening to Carrie singing the song, Horn picked up a hair tie and tied up her long hair on one side, and began to comb her long hair on the other side.

When Carrie finished singing the whole song, Horn tied her hair up.

The originally messy hair had now turned into two smooth white ponytails, hanging behind Carrie.

This creature with white hair and red eyes looks just like the murderous rabbit in its transformed form.

It’s just that this 1.8-meter-tall girl is too out of place, otherwise she would be a cute little sister.

It seems that my sister in my hometown is also old enough to get married.

Shaking off these inexplicable emotions, Horn patted Carrie's head and asked, "How many days have I been unconscious?"

"Well...it's been five days since Fatty was beaten to death." Carrie said, counting on her fingers.

It has been five days, Horn looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. In five days, the flood has almost receded by half.

Gotta hurry up.

"Stay in your room. I'm going to find your sister Jeanna. Be good and listen to me."

After comforting the well-behaved Carrie, Horn put on his cloak, picked up the Pope's scepter, used it as a cane, and was about to walk out.

But just as he reached the door, two burly figures stopped him.

"Your Majesty? You are awake."

The man who claimed to be his aide-de-camp, Grampven, appeared out of nowhere, looking deliberately surprised.

"Where's Jeanne? I want to see Jeanne."

"Knight Commander Jeanne is discussing the formation of the Holy Grail Knights with Grand Master Danji. She is not here for the time being. If you want to see her, I will send someone to notify her immediately."

"No need." Horn looked at the man with a pointed nose carefully, "I'll go find them myself."

"How can this be possible?" Grampven waved his hands repeatedly. "As the honorable Pope, how can you go to see others? Others should come to see you."

Taking a half step back, Horn looked at the three people blocking the door and narrowed his eyes: "What you mean is, without your consent, I can't see anyone, right?"

Grampven and the other three looked at each other and said with a fake smile: "As the Pope, how can your noble hands interfere in worldly affairs? Other things can be done by us lowly laymen."

Horn's eyes twitched slightly. Was he planning to sideline himself?
What attendant officer? This is clearly a supervisory officer!
"How dare you!" Horn raised his cane and pointed it at the man in front of him. "You're blocking my way. Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

He said he didn't dare, but his body didn't move at all. Although Granpuwen and others begged for mercy again and again, they still blocked the door.

Horn, who had just recovered from a serious illness, couldn't squeeze through. He looked at the faces of the three people carefully again.

"Okay, good dog, tell your master that if you don't want to be wiped out by the church army, then come to see me before noon tomorrow. I won't wait for you later. Anyway, killing a priest is enough for me."

Looking at Horn's back as he turned and left, the fake smile on Grampven's face disappeared.

He hesitated for a moment, looked left and right at the empty corridor, and walked quickly in one direction.

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