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- After traveling day and night, Constance and Cliff finally returned to Lockark. After galloping day and night along the way, Marutori almost collapsed. Fortunately, with the support of Cliff's endurance music, they returned to Lockark.
At this time, Constance had fallen into a coma. After Cliff healed the wound on his palm, there was still a small opening of about one centimeter for the Hell Flower to suck blood. The recovery medicine that Cliff carried with him ran out long ago on the way. If it weren't for the extremely effective endurance recovery and physical recovery flute music played day and night, Constance would have died on the road due to excessive blood loss.
"Get off the car, get off the car." As soon as the Marutori car drove into Lockark, the guild hunter at the gate of Lockark stopped the car. According to regulations, vehicles are not allowed to drive in Lockark.
Cliff didn't bother with them this time. He threw out his hunter's license from the car window and said tiredly: "Send it to the Rollins family later." Then he directed the driver to drive quickly in Lockrak, leaving behind Several guild hunters who were looking at the purple hunter's license in a daze got off.
"My lord, why don't you stop us?" The leader who thought the guild hunter was responsible for guarding the city gate asked.
"You idiot, didn't you see this hunter's certificate?" the leader said angrily, and punched the hunter in the chest with his fist.
"What's wrong, isn't it just this hunter's certificate?" The hunter touched his chest and said depressedly.
"What?" the leader yelled with a bit of hatred, "You don't know what the purple hunter's license means? This is a hunter of level seven or above!"
"What, level seven or above? The one who was sick in the car just now?" the hunter asked in disbelief.
After staying up late for three consecutive days to play, Cliff was almost defeated by fatigue. He was completely listless and weak. It is not an exaggeration to be called a sick hunter by others.
"Idiot, the color of the hunter's license is based on the color change of the rainbow. The first-level hunter is red, the second-level hunter is orange, and so on. What color is yours?" In order to prevent this idiot from getting into trouble in the future, the leader kindly explained.
"I see, no wonder my certificate is orange!" The idiot hunter suddenly realized, but then asked: "So all hunters above level seven are purple? How to distinguish their levels?"
"Hey, they are all purple certificates, which means that those who are above level seven are the pillars of mankind. There is no distinction between high and low. Please learn more in the future." The leader sighed, thinking about how the guild assigned such a subordinate to himself. .
"That's it. Thank you, boss." The idiot hunter looked at the leader gratefully.
"In this case, you will return this hunter's certificate later. Remember, it is the Rollins family, and I want you to see the world." The leader rubbed the dust on the certificate on his leather armor, and then wiped it Removed some dirt and handed it over to his subordinates.
"Yes, it must be completed." The idiot hunter collected the certificate and thought that he would send it to him personally after work in the evening. If he had some relationship with the hunter, he would make a lot of money!
The world of hunters is like this. The weak yearn for the world of the strong and hunt for life. The strong yearn for a peaceful life, but the responsibilities on their shoulders force them to hunt.
Cliff directed the coachman to drive through Lockark. This was something that Lockark had never done in decades. At this time, Cliff had no time to worry about the impact this matter would have in the eyes of interested people. In his eyes, Constance, whose body temperature is slowly lowering, is the most important thing now.
"Sir, we're here." The coachman also knew that the situation was tense. He didn't rest for three days and three nights after driving back. His nerves were tense, his eyes were red, and several veins popped out on his hands. He opened the door curtain of the carriage and faced said an equally weak Cliff.
"Thank you." This was the first time that Cliff said such words from the bottom of his heart to someone whose status was hugely different from his own. "I'll go to the warehouse to get twenty gold coins later and go to the guest room to sleep. It¡¯s been a hard few days.¡±
Before he could say anything, Cliff carried Constance with difficulty and walked step by step with difficulty.
"Bang bang bang, open the door quickly, we are back, call the doctor." Cliff was anxious, regardless of any etiquette and image, and used the little strength he had left to bang on the door.
"My lord, you're back. Ah, miss, what's wrong, miss?" The middle-aged housekeeper opened the door and saw Constance lying behind Cliff, and asked in panic.
"There's no time to talk. Hurry up and call the doctor and go to the lady's room." Cliff didn't have time to talk nonsense with the housekeeper. Seeing that the door had been opened, he ran with all his strength to Constance's guest room not far away.
"Pong." When he reached the second floor, he kicked open the door and placed Constance on the bed. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Constance.The hell flower in Tansi's right hand is still blooming, and he feels relieved.
Within two minutes, the doctor and members of the Rawlings family who came after hearing the news came to Constance's bed, and the room was packed.
The doctor calmly took out the blood-replenishing medicine and poured it into Constance. Then he loosened the rope on Constance's right hand and allowed the blood in his hand to flow smoothly. Soon, Constance was able to drink it. There was a hint of blush on Stans's face, and everyone present felt relieved.
"No, the wound on Constance's hand is about to heal." Molly kept looking at Constance worriedly, and accidentally discovered that the wound on Constance's hand was healing slowly as the medicine was poured into it, so he exclaimed.
"This" Everyone present was silent. No one had the heart to give Constance such a knife now and let her release some blood to feed the Hell Flower. This would definitely kill her.
The scene suddenly reached a deadlock, and as the already small wound on Constance's hand slowly healed, everyone's hearts were hanging again.
There was no special reaction from the people present. The Hell Flower was unhappy. It felt that the blood it sucked was decreasing. The Hell Flower reacted violently. The originally blooming flower now had wrinkles on the edges of its petals, slowly moving closer to the center. You can tell at a glance that it's about to wither.
Molly couldn¡¯t help it anymore and bit her right thumb hard with her teeth. Holding back the pain, she half-crouched in front of Constance¡¯s bed and smeared the blood on the petals of the hell flower in Constance¡¯s hand.
"Ah, Molly, what are you doing!" Cliff knew that this hell flower can only suck the blood of one person, and if someone else supplies blood, it will wither. Molly added fuel to the fire by doing this, so he reprimanded him verbally.
"Don't the Hell Flowers want blood? I'll give it to you." Moli was anxious, with tears in his eyes and a cry in his voice.
"Hey, it's a big deal. Don't you know that the Hell Flower can only accept the blood of one person? It's a big deal." Cliff patted his thigh anxiously and looked at the Hell Flower with sad eyes.
After hearing this, Mo Li was also stunned. Cold sweat broke out on his back. He cursed himself for being stupid and wanted to slap himself in the face.
"What!" Cliff and the others couldn't believe what they were seeing. The Hell Flower, which was about to wither, actually recovered after swallowing Molly's blood. The petals bloomed again, and then returned to their original state.
"Quick, keep going." The old man couldn't help it anymore and urged Mo Li, who was already stunned.
"Yes, yes." Molly moved her thumb quickly and continued to smear her own blood on the petals, but there was no excitement in her heart. She, who was always smart, had a bad premonition in her heart.
"It's weird, it's weird." The old man muttered repeatedly as he looked at the Hell Flower, which had recovered to health. He felt a little doubt and excitement in his heart. Looking at the fifteen-year-old Constance, the old man hesitated for a while and decided to wait and see what would happen. .
After discovering that Molly's blood can also "feed" the Hell Flower, all the problems were solved, leaving Molly behind. The doctor carefully released a large amount of blood for Molly into the vase, and then carefully inserted the Hell Flower into the vase. , looking through the glass vase full of blood and the smiling Hell Flower, everyone left the room with peace of mind, leaving only the doctor and a servant, who were responsible for taking care of Constance and the Hell Flower, and reporting blood at any time remaining situation.
Of course, there would be no problem for Mo Li. The energetic young man was still alive and well after a little bloodletting. But when he looked at the Hell Flower happily sucking his blood, the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Before leaving, the old man secretly gave a few instructions after calling the doctor and left the room.
Three days later, Constance finally woke up in a daze.
"Flower, tweed." Constance squeezed her right fist out of habit, and unexpectedly found that the hell flower was not in her hand. She exclaimed and stood up quickly.
"It's okay, it's okay. It seems I'm back." Seeing the hell flower and the half vase of blood placed on the table not far away, Constance calmed down again and lay back relaxedly.
"Miss, you're awake. I'll call the master right away." Seeing that Constance was awake, the maid quickly opened the door and called another maid to find the master. She came back and continued to take care of Constance.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and the old man's voice also appeared outside the door.
The door opened, and the doctor and the head of the Rollins family were standing outside. The old man asked the doctor a few questions, and after receiving a definite answer, he entered the room with a look of joy on his face.
"Grandpa, you're here." Constance greeted with a smile when he saw that the visitor was an old man.
"You guys go out first, Constance and I will talk alone."The old man waved to the other members who came after hearing the news to stay away. He closed the door and came to Constance's bedside.
"What's wrong, so happy?" Constance asked puzzledly, looking at the old man smiling.
"Haha, of course I'm happy. I didn't expect that I lost my granddaughter-in-law and found a granddaughter!" The old man laughed loudly and said what he was holding in his heart.
"What granddaughter?" Constance asked with some confusion.
"Of course it's you!" The old man gently touched Constance's head with his rough hands and said kindly.
"I, I am your granddaughter?" Constance opened her mouth, widened her eyes, and looked at the old man with incredible eyes.
Thank you wyw623862 for your recommendation vote. The current update is stable at one chapter of 3,000 words per day. If I can get a recommendation next week, I will change it to three chapters in two days. I hope you can continue to support me, and I will work hard to write a good book. We are about to enter the growth chapter of team formation and adventure, so stay tuned. Congratulations to the students who left messages in the book review area for guessing the pit correctly. I wonder if they are satisfied?
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