When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#376 - The pie is so delicious

In the dark mountain cave, ghostly shadows flickered, the dim firelight casting a faint and blurred shadow over everything within.

Three bonfires stood in a triangular formation, with Nidersar sitting cross-legged in the middle of them.

In front of the leaping orange-red flames, Nidersar seemed to press his entire body into the fire, yet he felt no warmth at all.

A biting cold emanated from within, even though it was summer and the cave felt as hot as a sauna, he still felt incredibly cold.

He shivered, and a strange gray layer appeared beneath his previously copper-colored skin.

His strong muscles withered, and the stretched skin drooped and folded together.

The wound on his chest writhed, the handiwork of a Salvation Army rifleman on the battlefield to ensure safety.

In the past, his wound would have healed completely in three days.

But until now, it still showed no signs of recovery.

The wound tore through the muscle, with not a trace of red, and a thick, black liquid emitted a pus-like stench.

Without being told, no one would know that it was Nidersar's blood.

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

It would take a week for the transformation to be fully completed, and only then would his strength as a knight return.

Nidersar gritted his teeth; he wasn't finished with that warlock Horn.

As long as he retreated the remaining knights to Copper Fortress, and then fought a siege war with Horn in Copper Fortress.

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

He knocked his head hard with his hand, but Nidersar didn't feel much pain.

It was as if a thin film covered his head and face, and he always felt muddled, his thinking was not as clear as before, and no matter what he thought, it always felt like there was a layer between them.

"Sigh-" Nidersar sighed deeply, temporarily giving up thinking.

Although he would lose some sanity and fertility, it was better than losing his life.

It was just that Nidersar needed to eat a lot during this period, otherwise, these would instead devour his vitality.

His greatest reliance was his bravery and his brain, and now that his brain was going to lose a part, he couldn't even lose his extraordinary martial strength, could he?

But now there were Holy Rifle Cavaliers everywhere, where could he find meat to satisfy his needs?

Nidersar had eaten raw mice for three days, but still couldn't satisfy the needs of the transformation, and could only watch his muscles wither day by day.

It couldn't go on like this, he had to take advantage of the fact that he was not too weak yet, and had to go out to hunt for food quickly.

Just as Nidersar was repeatedly turning his body in entanglement and hesitation, he suddenly heard a rustling of footsteps.

His hackles rose, Nidersar staggered to his feet, and drew the knight's sword from the ground.

The originally light knight's sword, held in Nidersar's hand at this moment, seemed unusually heavy.

"Lord Nidersar, are you inside?" A familiar voice came, Nidersar pointed the sword towards the direction of the entrance, without making any response.

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

Another familiar voice sounded, and Nidersar恍惚了一下,才反应过来多梅尼科是谁.

It was that Kush Knight Earl who was slacking off on the battlefield, but they suffered the least losses, and if he wanted to rely on Copper Fortress to resist in the future, these people had to be won over.

Nidersar still didn't move, even though these were his own people, but he wasn't sure of Domenico's intentions.

A wooden stick reached in from the vines at the entrance of the cave, lifting the curtain that Nidersar had made to cover, Domenico walked in while shouting: "Lord Nidersar, it's your sand sculpture that led me to find you."

Coinciding with this was a familiar eagle cry of Nidersar.

Hearing this voice, he relaxed, the sand sculpture was his best animal friend.

The sand sculpture's innate talent allowed it to distinguish between people's kindness and malice quite clearly.

Since the sand sculpture could bring Domenico into the cave, at least the other party didn't come with malice.

"Come in, I'm here." Nidersar said, the knight's sword in his hand still hadn't been put down, but was staring at the entrance.

In the rustling footsteps, three servants cleared the way, and walked into the cave.

Domenico tilted his head, carrying the sand sculpture on his right shoulder, moving step by step from the entrance.

As soon as he came in, he exclaimed: "God, you're actually still alive…"

Nidersar didn't pay attention to Domenico, but instead waved towards the sand sculpture: "Come here, Boro."

The sand sculpture named Boro tilted its head, standing motionless on Domenico's shoulder, looking at Nidersar in front of him with doubt, as if he didn't recognize him.

"Come here, Boro! See who I am!" Nidersar's disheveled hair was lifted, revealing his sunken face.

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

"Damn blood…" Seeing Domenico was present, Nidersar forcibly swallowed the second half of the sentence.

But looking down at his skin between gray and bronze, he rarely smiled self-deprecatingly.

It was normal for Boro not to recognize himself in this state.

Normal? Nidersar rubbed his temples, he felt like he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it.

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

Leaning on his long sword and sitting down slowly, Nidersar threw the previous things to the back of his mind: "In order to break out of the encirclement, I had to drink a bottle of potion that takes two weeks to recover."

Nidersar deliberately doubled the time, just to prevent these Domenico from making any crooked ideas.

Domenico looked at his gaunt body, and asked with doubt: "I have never heard of any potion that would have this kind of side effect."

"What kind of potion I used, wouldn't you know? What kind of potion do you think can have this effect?" Nidersar deliberately guided the topic to the sensitive alchemical potions.

Domenico immediately covered his mouth knowingly: "I understand, I understand."

Only then did Nidersar put down a few points of vigilance.

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

Domenico didn't answer immediately, but instead said to the servant behind him: "Go, notify the grandmother, say that Lord Nidersar has been found, suffered a little injury, and use a carriage to pick him up."

"Remember to bring some meat." Although he knew that this sentence was a bit degrading, the hunger in his stomach made it difficult for him to bear.

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

After instructing, Domenico stood respectfully on the side: "Three days ago, after our defeat, the Salvation Army's Holy Rifle Cavaliers suddenly scattered out, looking for…

We secretly investigated, and found that you might have escaped…

Because, at the suggestion of the grandmother, we first found Boro, and then found you through Boro."

After talking for a long time, Domenico found that Nidersar didn't have any reaction, but was staring at his waist.

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

"Before I set off, my wife made me some dry food, which is made of beef and onions, but she put too much salt and sugar in it, it tastes very dry, I don't like it…"

"Give it to me!"

"What did you say… oh oh oh…" Turning his head to take the cake, the corner of Domenico's mouth raised imperceptibly, turning his head again with a smiling face, "Here, here's the pie."