Angel on earth

There is a huge forest east of Wakefield.

The Edwards have guarded here for generations to stop the typhoid epidemic from the Abaddon Empire in the north, block the desire of the Noren Empire in the west, and resist the barbaric growth of the Mithra Dynasty in the east.

Queen Michelia named Lord Arnold Edwards' castle "The Emerald City" in honor of his beautiful eyes, shining like all the emeralds in the world.The forest to the east of the Emerald City is abnormally full of evergreen beech, juniper, Chinese pine, holly, spruce and sylvestris pine. The woods in the forest are like the unique scene of the barren Abaddon Empire or the barbaric Siegfried Federation, and it is like a green eye, stationed on the border of the Noren Empire, endlessly growing day and night.

The elders seldom go to the Forest of Amherst, and it has been so since the first Marquess of Edwards.In the half of his life after Arnold Edwards returned to Noren from the battlefield, he never stepped into it.

Amexist was a beautiful pagan, favored by Diana, the god of the forest.According to the Sun God Book, she lured Cain, the favorite saint of the sun god Mithra, so that he apostate and died at the hands of Mithra; Diana's blood stained the great lake in the forest, which was later known as the Blood Lake; Amethyst was transformed into an amethyst statue by Diana, and was finally crushed by Mitra with great power and killed in the border forest middle.There is indeed an amethyst mine in the forest, but it has already been given to the church by the Marquis Edwards.

?——This is the story he has heard since he was a child.It is strange that he has no special impression of "growing up", as if he has not had time to become a man in his own right, and he has stayed forever in the thawed land with Wakefield's spring.

But elders' business was elders' business, and he often went off into the woods to hunt with his brother and cousins ​​and all their cronies.My brother is only two years older than himself, but he can shoot at least one hare every time. If he is lucky, there will be wild birds and even eagles.The bad boys took turns to play the role of the priest, lowered their voices, and pretended to imitate Father Auston's requiem for the prey. Afterwards, the Edwards and the others dissected and cleaned them up, and put them on the fire prepared by the Henrys.

His swordsmanship is good, but his bow and arrows are so-so. Dad said it was because he was young and not strong enough.He really envies his brother!My brother would wear boots and a double-breasted waistcoat, a pocket watch hung from his chest with a silver chain, and the other silver chain was connected to a brooch made of lancets, brass needles, gauze, and weeds. The cross is buttoned on the collar; the light brown hair is neatly combed. At this year's birthday party, my father gave my brother a red sandalwood cane with a brass telescope. My brother looked solemnly through the lens wearing gloves Look at the sky like a real man.But as a younger brother, he was still a little guy with bruised knees and little leather shoes running around.

My brother is the most powerful young man in the world.In the future, he will protect his sister as well as his brother protects the gang of bad boys.Lily is one year younger than me and looks ugly, but my father said that she will become beautiful in the future, and my mother said that she is your sister anyway.

It is a harvest day in autumn.Bad boys can go hunting in Amexist Forest with the permission of the adults. Of course, there will be more knights, servants and hounds than usual in this case, but whoever it is.Sneaky and aboveboard have their own flavors, just adjust them.He got up in a daze in the morning, clamoring not to wear a heavy coat and scarf, anyway, he would warm up after running and jumping, and the sun would be very poisonous at noon; but that smelly old man Vincent heard the wind and almost woke up The parents went to sue, and the elder brother also educated him.So, he was not very happy until he reunited with his companions in front of the forest with the small bag on his back.

What was he thinking at that time?In short, it was some trivial matters, anyway, he couldn't really hate his brother.In the past and in the future, he always obediently followed his brother to serve tea and water, and treated the wounds of his injured friends so as to help them and the sharp-eyed head maids conceal the crime of running wild into the forest.But only on that extraordinarily cold morning, as if it was the cruel and tempting call of fate, he stumbled on the green spirea under his feet, which was still dripping with dew, thinking about that simple trouble, alone lost.

No matter how you think about it, it's incredible.The possibility is not impossible, after all, in order to let the young masters have fun, the knights and servants scattered in the forest, the hounds were also taken away by everyone, and the hoarse barking of "Nana" lent to them by Uncle Alfred It didn't catch his attention either.The younger ones followed the older ones, and the bad boys always ran around as they wanted, without incident; maybe no one thought Harry's henchman would run around alone.

It was only when he stumbled on a stone and almost fell that he came back to his senses, and was horrified to find that there was no one around him, only the deep forest in the early morning and the piled up trees among the tall and dense branches and leaves. Gray sky with thin clouds.

The howling of wolves was faintly heard from the depths of the forest.He didn't know if it was a wolf, but Cedric, son of Knight Major John, had hunted a gray wolf here and made a fine cloak from it; Cedric was stronger than his father already, pa said He will be the next Knight Commander of the Edwards family.

There are no stars in the sky, no stumps in the depths of the forest, and the bushes are taller than him.He couldn't tell the direction, so he wrapped his coat tightly and stepped on the ground vines carefully, for fear of being discovered by wild animals.Pairs of eyes gleamed in the darkness, and Katsuko Shirakaba looked more like eyes in some ancient ritual than that.

There is light ahead.He ran towards the gray open space, and finally fell down, gritted his teeth and didn't cry, hugged his heavy backpack tightly, and limped forward.

It was a huge red lake.He had only heard it in stories, and none of the bad boys had ever gone so deep into the forest to see the Red Lake with their own eyes.The lake was full of white, bone-like stones, but he took a bold look and found that the lake water was quite clear, and it could never be blood.

what the hell.He was still somewhat proud, thinking, it was all a lie, but it was not enough to deceive Edwards!

The next moment, he saw a pair of eyes and sat down on the ground in fright.

Those eyes are like the sparkling and clear sea surface under the scorching sun, and they seem to be burning like fire.Their owner has short red hair entwined with leaves and twigs, like a dead body thrown by the lake, and when he sensed his approach, he opened his eyes, as if to use that bloody body Fight to the death with his little brat.

The tattered and dying gentleman tried his best to support the ground, but failed to get up, and a pair of blue eyes fixed him firmly.The other person's appearance was between that of a teenager and a young man. He looked delirious and sullen, as if his own personality had been burned out for a certain sacred goal.

He shivered, and it took him a while to regain the feeling of his legs, but he still couldn't stand up limply.To his own inconceivability, the first words he spoke were:

"You're hurt."

The man was still staring at himself.These words gave him a lot of courage, and a ray of light shone on his eyes, making him suddenly realize: This gentleman is injured. As an Edwards, I should save people first, and then talk about other things.

So he tentatively took two steps forward.Sure enough, the man clenched his teeth and let out a hissing roar from his throat, but it was difficult to move.This also made his heart sink, and he hesitated whether to go back to find someone; he quickly vetoed this idea and made a judgment: this big red-haired brother will not live long, if he goes back to find someone by himself, he is already dead.

"Please, please don't be afraid!" He whispered, but the clear voice still pierced through the cold morning air, startling him, "I am a doctor, Dr. Edwards...I am here to save...help you. I , I didn't mean any harm, you were hurt..."

He moved to the big brother in small steps but rather quickly, and took out the bandage and alcohol from the backpack to show him. The other party stared at these two things for a while, then tried to raise his eyes to look at him, but before turning his eyes, he passed out again.This made him heave a sigh of relief and at the same time feel sad. He cut open the vest and shirt wet with dew and blood in two or three, and poured some alcohol on it, exposing the astonishing wound underneath.

It was shocking, not because of how hideous the wound was, but because of his intuition that it was several penetrating wounds, but the exposed internal organs had almost healed; when he finished pouring the first bottle of alcohol, a torn muscle appeared in front of his eyes After jumping several times, they finally got together and worked hard to recover.He was a little scared, but he picked up the needle and the gut anyway.

Parents would not let them drink alcohol, and even at communion the priest would ask the priest to replace the children's wine with fruit juice because they were too young.But mom and dad don't forbid them to play doctor games, and will give them the best equipment except syringes.The mischievous kid can always think of a way to steal one or two sticks to put on a show, but he also knows how to measure and will not stab people.This time they were out hunting, and he wasn't the only Edwards in full gear; being a good doctor meant endless practice, every Edwards waiting like a hound for someone to get hurt, and then scrambling to pounce on someone to bandage them.He was no exception. Not only did he memorize a lot of messy medicines, but he also quietly helped his brother bring spare ones, because his brother is more powerful and must be consumed faster.

He can't hunt, but he is already good at debridement and bandaging, thanks to the frequent crimes committed by the gang of bad boys.He can also prick needles, but not syringes, just ordinary needles: this is their "hunting" repertoire. After the prey is dead, the Edwards will take out the needles and pierce the animal's skin, using different colored threads to represent himself; at the end by the just Harry to dissect, to see whose needles go into veins, whose needles go awry, whose needles puncture an artery.They don't know anything, they're just pretending, as if they're playing a doctor's game, and with practice they'll grow up to be good doctors like the Marquess Edwards.