The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"It seems that every time I come to look for you, you are either injured or killing people."

Linde put his palm above Millicent's wound, and a mass of warm white light seeped out of the palm, accelerating the body's self-healing, the rolled up flesh and blood gradually closed, and the pain of the trauma was also far away in the warmth. There were wounds one after another, sprained muscles and bones, as well as hidden wounds and diseases in the body, more than twenty major and minor injuries.

Millicent's skin was excessively pale, like a sun-dried snow gauze, and the outline of the muscles was clearly visible. There was a brown mole the size of a grain of rice near the fourth rib near the thoracic vertebrae. The intertwined scars were like reddish scales and centipedes, covering her chest and abdomen, and the female swordsman carried a picture of a hard fight.

They were in a prayer room in the gate of Abrefill, and Millicent lay on a long stone dais, as if offering a lamb to God. Linde moved a chair and sat beside her, chatting and chatting while healing her wounds.

Millicent tensed all the muscles in her body that could be tensed, which slowed the blood flow from the wound, but she was probably nervous. Otherwise, you won’t be staring up at the soaring dome of the prayer room, as if you can see some wonderful scenery from the hanging iron flower-shaped candle chandelier.

If there is any view in this old prayer room, it is only Millicent herself.

"Linde..."

"You're shivering, a little cold?" Linde stretched out his hands to hold down the stone platform under Millicent. After a while, the platform became warm, and the heat penetrated the bloody clothes and sackcloth under his body to bake the wounded. She Indeed, he did not tremble any more, and let out a light breath.

"I have a strange feeling." Millicent closed her eyes, her shoulder-length red hair was always reminiscent of a pool of fresh blood flowing quietly along the stone platform.

"Huh? How does it feel?"

Linde made a trick [cleaning a new] to remove the blood stains, and then took out the most popular beauty potion in the magic world, and applied it to Millicon. Next, each of them made a creaking sound, as if they were alive, scrambling to penetrate deep into the skin. The scene looked a little scary, but the curative effect was excellent.

This process was a little itchy, like a feather brushing against soft flesh. Millicent completely ignored the feeling of her body, and did not show any abnormality. She looked sideways into Linde's eyes. No matter what time, Millicent's tone of voice is always sincere and humble, which shows the determination to help friends at any sacrifice.

Linde thought to himself, if one day he was lying in the hospital and needed an organ transplant, Millicent would definitely agree to donate without hesitation. will back down.

"I feel that every time you appear when I need it most. It's like... a patron saint. Forgive me for calling you that. I should be the one who protects you, but my power is too insignificant to you , just said arrogant words over and over again, but still failed to help you."

"You said that I always show up when you need it most, is there such a thing?" Linde recalled the past, "The first time we met was in the church on the top of the hill behind the magic town in Gaylid, um, at that time you broke He lost an arm, was parasitized by scarlet corruption, and was dying. He really needed help.

"Then the first Christmas, when I found you, you were fighting a lava earth dragon, and you were heroic, but I still remember it, and it didn't look like you needed help at all. On the second Christmas, I remember you wandering around the periphery of the royal city Rodel."

Millicent also got into her memory, and she echoed: "Yes, I'm looking for a special sentry torch that can break the invisibility. There is a completely invisible black knife assassin in the seal of Ritual Town, which has troubled me for a long time. I heard that since the night of the Black Knife Conspiracy, the soldiers in the royal city have been equipped with sentry torches."

"This is the fourth time, you were almost shot through the heart. I arrived at the last moment, isn't it a bit dramatic?" Linde smiled and blinked, "So strictly speaking, I only saved you twice."

Millicent hesitated for a moment, her pale golden pupils shone with a strange light, and then said: "That's not true, Linde, I've been missing you since we parted, so every time you appear, it's always When I need it most."

Linde was obviously stunned, thought for a while, and then laughed heartily: "Well, I admit that your words are quite lethal. Especially when you say it so seriously. You take a break first, and I will help you You mend your clothes, soon."

He wrapped Millicent in a thick cotton cloth, and picked up her bloodstained old clothes.

A quintessential travel top, in austere gray linen, trim and minimal, a set of long-sleeved shirts for warmth without sacrificing flexibility, and a wide-sleeved tunic for protection from the elements.

In any case, such clothing is only suitable for light-packed travelers, who have no protection against swords and magic.

Millicent's swordsmanship is excellent, so she can run across the border in a commoner suit, from the southern Gelid area all the way to the Huasheng Snowfield in the extreme north. Moreover, her swordsmanship style also rejects hard and heavy metal armor. The swordsmanship known for being as light as a bird will not be able to fly if it is cumbersome.

Linde looked at the old coat with holes and threads in his hand, as if it had rubbed against the table tens of thousands of times in a prosperous Chinese restaurant, and was violently scrubbed by a powerful middle-aged dishwashing woman for two and a half years, and finally the old man was riddled with holes. The rag is really horrible.

He can restore this "armor" to its original state, but considering the user's personal safety, it is better to replace it with better equipment as much as possible.

Who is Linde? When he was in Winterhold College, he went out on an adventure with a few apprentices. He wanted to arm them from head to toe. When he played games, he always prepared the best armor and weapons for his followers and put them in the real world. , not to mention.

"Millison, haven't you unwrapped your Christmas present last year?" Linde gave him a set of mithril chain mail and a phoenix-patterned cloak that was as light as a feather and stronger than fine steel.

The female swordsman sat up sideways, reminding Linde of the first time he saw her. She was also sitting sideways with her legs together. At that time, she was leaning against the wall and was dying. There were large white scars on her face caused by corruption. Her appearance was ugly. , and the stench of scarlet and rot, now it looks much stronger, like a curved sword that has just been quenched, with a soft arc and a hard and cold edge.

Such a good woman should become even better.

Millicent hesitated for a moment, she said helplessly: "No, I know your gift, it is very precious."

"The value of armor lies in its damage, and what can withstand swords for you is good equipment."

"That's true, but it's so strong that there is no enemy that can harm me after wearing it. I can feel my sword becoming weak. I'm trying to study the swordsmanship manual you gave me, from the Redguards The inheritance of the sword singer really fascinates me. I need to firmly believe in the sword in my hand, if I can't meet an opponent worthy of going all out, how can the sword in my hand go forward?"

Linde made it clear that such a high-end power system as the Swordsinger all pay attention to a spiritual practice, just like the magic of a warlock, which requires a strong belief.

"How far have you cultivated now?"