Chapter 375 The pie is really delicious

The dark cave was filled with ghostly shadows, and the dim firelight cast a layer of dim and blurry shadows on everything in the cave.

Three bonfires were arranged in a triangle, with Niedsal sitting cross-legged in the middle of them.

In front of the flickering orange-red fire, Nedsal almost put his entire body into the fire, but he could not feel any warmth at all.

The biting cold radiated from the inside out. Even though it was summer and the cave was as hot as a sauna, he still felt extremely cold.

He was shivering, and a strange gray color appeared beneath his originally copper-colored skin.

His strong muscles shrank and his stretched skin drooped and folded together.

The wound on his chest was wriggling, a work done by the Savior's spearman on the battlefield to ensure safety.

In the past, his wounds should have healed within three days.

But until now, there is still no sign of recovery.

The wound was torn from the muscle, without a trace of red, and the sticky black liquid emitted a pus-like stench.

If you don't tell me, no one would know that it is Nidsal's blood.

Nedsal knew that he would remain in this weakened state for about a week.

It would take a week for the transformation to be completely complete, and only then would his strength as a knight be restored.

Niedsal gritted his teeth; he was not done with that demon Horn yet.

As long as he withdraws the remaining knights to the Copper Fortress, and then fights a siege battle with Horn in the Copper Fortress.

As long as he could wait until Rapid City was breached and the Saviors' retreat was cut off, that would be the time for his counterattack.

Nedsal hit his head hard with his hand, but he didn't feel much pain.

It was as if there was a thin film covering his head and face. He always felt muddled and his thoughts were not as clear as before. No matter what he thought about, he always felt as if there was a layer of separation.

"Alas——" Nidsal sighed and gave up thinking temporarily.

Although you will lose some sanity and fertility, it is better than losing your life.

However, during this period, Nedsal needs to eat a lot, otherwise these things will instead devour his vitality.

His greatest reliance is his bravery and brains. Now he is going to lose a part of his brain, but he can't lose his extraordinary martial arts as well, right?
But now there are Holy Gun Cavalry everywhere outside, where can he find meat to meet his needs?

Nedsal ate raw mice for three days, but it still could not meet the needs of transformation. He could only watch his muscles shrivel up day by day.

I can't go on like this. I have to go out and find food while I'm still not too weak.

Just as Nedsal was turning his body repeatedly in struggle and hesitation, he suddenly heard a rustling sound of footsteps.

With his hair standing on end, Nedsal stood up shakily and pulled out the knight's sword from the ground.

The originally light knight's sword seemed unusually heavy when held in Nidsal's hand.

"Lord Nidsal, are you in there?" A familiar voice came, and Nidsal pointed his sword in the direction of the entrance without making any response.

"Lord Nidsal? It's me, Domenico."

Another familiar voice sounded, and Nedsal was in a trance for a moment before he realized who Domenico was.

It was the Knight Count Kush who was slacking off on the battlefield, but they suffered the least losses. If we want to rely on the Copper Fortress to resist in the future, these people must be won over.

Nedsal still did not move. Even though this was someone from his side, he was not sure why Domenico came.

A wooden stick was inserted through the vines at the entrance of the cave, and the curtain that Nidsal had used as a cover was lifted. Domenico walked in and shouted, "Lord Nidsal, it was your sand sculpture that led me to you."

Coincidentally, there was also the familiar cry of an eagle that Nidsal was familiar with.

Hearing this voice, he relaxed. Sand Sculpture is his best animal friend. Sand Sculpture's innate talent allows it to clearly distinguish between people's kindness and malice.

Since Sha Diao was able to bring Domenico into the cave, at least the other party didn't come with bad intentions.

"Come in, I'm here." Nidsal said, still not putting down the knight's sword in his hand, but staring at the entrance.

With the sound of rustling footsteps, three servants led the way and walked into the cave.

Domenico tilted his head, carried the sand sculpture on his right shoulder, and moved in through the cave step by step.

As soon as he came in, he exclaimed: "Oh my God, you are still alive..."

Niedsal ignored Domenico and waved at the sand sculpture: "Come here, Boro."

The sand sculpture named Boro tilted his head and stood motionless on Domenico's shoulder, looking at Nidsal in front of him with confusion, as if he didn't know him.

"Come here, Boro! Look who I am!" Nidsal lifted his loose hair, revealing a face with deep eye sockets.

The sand sculpture let out a crisp cry and flew out of the cave.

"Damn blood..." Seeing Domenico present, Nedsal forced himself to swallow the second half of the sentence.

But when he looked down at his skin which was between gray and copper, he smiled at himself, which was rare.

It's normal that Boro couldn't recognize me in this state.

Is this normal? Nidsal rubbed his temples. He felt as if he had overlooked something, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Domenico asked cautiously.

Sitting down slowly with his sword in hand, Nedsal put the previous events behind him: "In order to fight my way out, I had to drink a potion that takes two weeks to recover."

Niedsal deliberately doubled the time to prevent Domenico from having any evil ideas.

Domenico looked at his emaciated body and asked doubtfully, "I have never heard of any medicine having such a side effect."

"Don't you know what potion I used? What kind of potion do you think can have such an effect?" Nedsal deliberately led the topic to the sensitive alchemical potion.

Domenico immediately understood and half covered his mouth: "I understand, I understand."

It was only then that Niedsal let down his guard.

"How did you think of coming to find me?" His face kept changing between light and dark in the firelight.

Domenico did not respond immediately, but said to the servant behind him: "Go, inform the grandmother that Lord Niedesar has been found, slightly injured, and send a carriage to pick him up."

"Remember to bring some meat." Although he knew it was a bit humiliating to say this, the hunger in his stomach was too much for him to bear.

This was the first time he empathized with the farmers in the fields. It turned out that hunger was such a terrible thing.

After giving the order, Domenico stood aside respectfully and said, "Three days ago, after we were defeated, the Holy Gun Cavalry of the Salvation Army suddenly scattered and searched everywhere...

We secretly investigated and found that you might have escaped...

Because, under the advice of my grandmother, we first found Boro, and then found you through Boro. "

After talking for a long time, Domenico found that Nedsal did not react at all, but stared at his waist.

Niedsal pointed to Domenico's waist: "What is that?"

"Before I set out, my wife prepared some dry food for me. It was made of beef and onions, but she added too much salt and sugar. It tasted very dry and I didn't like it..."

"Give me!"

"What did you say...oh oh oh..." The moment he turned his head to take the cake, the corners of Domenico's mouth slightly raised, and then he turned his head and smiled again, "Here, I'll give you a pie."

(End of this chapter)