Morgan carried Iris, who was unconscious. He was in a state of not being able to think for long. His brain was only glued to Iris, he panicked.
While Thomas stared intently at Sarah, who was standing behind Gail, his brows knit together and his lips pursed tightly, he was annoyed.
"Who are you?" Morgan said sarcastically, his eyes bulging ferociously, inwardly swearing at the woman who hurt Iris.
Sarah snorted, she gritted her teeth. Even though she almost defeated Iris, suddenly two annoying bugs appeared.
Damn.
Sarah took Gail's hand and told the man to leave, she was too lazy to serve them. Moreover, she was injured by the silver needle in the boy's grip. They immediately walked away without many words.
Morgan looked at Iris's pale face, her hands and feet were cold, her brow furrowed in pain, Thomas looked up with a worried look.
"We have to ... have to ... what?" Morgan asked anxiously, he was frantic.
Thomas immediately grabbed Morgan's arm and pointed in the direction they were coming from. "Iris... Iris isn't moving!"
"I... I don't know!" Thomas also panicked and was confused.
"You're a prince, right?! Don't you know the healing arts? "
"You're a werewolf yourself. Can't you lick it?"
Morgan smacked Thomas' head in annoyance. If only external wounds could heal them easily, but these were internal wounds, his abilities were useless.
"I never took care of the sick. We have to find a healer, no ... we have to look for a resident's house near here first."
Thomas ran in front of Morgan, he took Iris' horse and rode it, Morgan quickly got on his horse while carrying Iris.
Iris's lips turned blue, her body was icy cold, her breath was getting shorter and shorter, traces of blood remained on her chin.
Morgan was too panicked, saw Iris's head fall on his arm, his head felt empty, he spurred his horse, following Thomas in front, racing fast.
No matter how fast they rode their horses, Thomas saw a village. They entered slowly, the village houses were made of bricks, small and beautiful, and looked alive and shady. Smoke billowed from each chimney of each house. Some dry corn hung on the fence of the house decorated with colorful paint. In front of him, colorful flowers bloomed with a fragrant smell.
Morgan felt his eyes hurt suddenly. It was too bright.
Several short people with cute colorful hats flashed in front of them, holding iron buckets, a small ax, and hammers in their hands, looking back at Morgan and Thomas with big, curious eyes.
They are dwarves.
When Thomas got off his horse, he approached and greeted them warmly.
"Excuse me ... our friend is injured. Is there a healer here? "
The red hat dwarf smiled broadly, showing a playful face. He pointed to the largest house among the others while jumping up and down, pulling Thomas's hand closer, Morgan dismounted from his horse and carried Iris, who was drooping on his shoulder, her face was as pale as paper.
This house is a little different from the others, besides the size, the house is bigger than the others. There are many wooden plants arranged in such a way as to form a fence. The stones are arranged to form paths, the roof of the house is covered with vines of flowers, with hanging pots blocking the windows in every corner.
There are many wooden shelves arranged and filled with various plant pots, a pile of firewood not far from there, a chimney is located at the back, the smoke is billowing thinly. Everything looks like it is one with nature.
Natural.
The dwarf with the red hat dragged Thomas' hand to follow him into the beautiful garden. The fresh scent of the leaves pierced their senses of smell, while Thomas forgot about Iris. The dwarf looked alternately at the door and Thomas, Morgan behind him impatiently, smashed it down violently.
"BRAK!"
"Help! Save Iris!" He immediately looked away, leaving Thomas and the red hat dwarf outside, and he entered in a panic.
Inside, a woman with short hair was looking at Morgan with wide eyes in shock, she screamed. "Argh! Pervert!!"
"BRAK!" Morgan felt his nose throb in pain, a frying pan flew into his face, he backed away and sat down with Iris. Staring at the woman in horror, Thomas rushed in and tried to protect Morgan.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to be presumptuous!" Thomas exclaimed as he stretched out his arms. He looked up and looked into the woman's face with the dwarf in the red hat.
The woman had hair as black as ebony, her skin was white as snow, her lips were ruby red, her round eyes were blue like sapphire. She wore a simple light blue dress, a cream-colored apron wrapped around her waist, and her feet were left bare on the floor.
"Princess..." Thomas mumbled something barely audible, and the woman glared at Morgan with pouting lips in annoyance.
"Doe? Who are they?"
The woman was still holding the handle of the frying pan. Her voice was soft and cool, but her breath was ragged with a red face.
The red hat dwarf was about to open his mouth when Morgan interrupted again in a panic. "Please, save Iris ... her heart rate is weakening!"
The woman looked at Iris and Morgan alternately, she then took a deep breath and, on her hips, she pointed to a bed with white sheets in the corner of the room with her chin. "Bring it over there."
Morgan immediately jumped up to carry Iris to the bed. He wiped the sweat that was dripping on Iris' forehead.
The woman approached while carrying a towel She glared at Morgan, shooing her away through her eyes, Morgan swallowed and backed away slowly, the woman pulled the white curtain with a grin. Rough.
Morgan was about to protest, but Thomas quickly pulled his hand away, he knew they couldn't do much more than watch and worry. Their existence only made things worse.
Doe takes them to a gazebo outside the house, the wood is arranged and tied with bark, the roof is made of piles of palm leaves, close to the strawberry garden. Morgan snorted in annoyance, his eyes still showing a deep nervousness, occasionally glancing at the house.
"He'll be fine," Thomas muttered under his breath, Doe thrust a basket of strawberries in front of them, several other dwarves came closer to them with curious eyes.
"I'm still worried," said Morgan, his back being pushed up by a dwarf in a green hat, he bowed slightly. "Hey, don't pull my hair!"
Thomas just leaned against the wooden wall, he ate the strawberries and narrowed his eyes, when the sour taste broke on his tongue, Morgan, who saw it immediately, laughed.
"Doe, your name is Doe?"
Thomas glanced at the dwarf in the red hat, he nodded. "I'm Doe, it's Mei and Sie." He pointed to the dwarf with the green hat on Morgan's back, and the one with the yellow hat lying on the floor.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Thomas and he's Morgan."
Thomas smiled, looked around the house, and half-whispered to Doe. "Who is the woman in the house?"