"Someone has fallen into the water; help me look at something!"
Without waiting for a response, she made a snap decision to let go of the great white goose, and the turnip received instructions from its owner and floated over down the river with little effort.
Dill plucked what counted as a thick, hard branch as a crutch, and with alcohol and adrenaline filling her mind with the goal of saving someone, the young girl pulled up her skirt and ran wildly downstream.
When she arrived, a little girl, no more than five or six years old, was clinging to the neck of a large white goose, floating on the surface of the water and trying to breathe, and appeared to be conscious. They were stuck in front of a large creek rock, and for the moment there was no doubt of being washed away.
"Catch this!"
Turnip saw Dill and immediately fluttered her red palms and swam slowly over to her. The little girl barely opened her eyes, and her tiny hand reached out and caught it a few times, finally catching the wooden staff.
A five- or six-year-old still had a bit of weight on her, and Dill gritted her teeth and reached out to catch the girl when another, stronger force supported her.
"Hold me!"
The young knight arrived at some point, pulling the wooden staff over his head with one hand and picking up the little girl easily with his other arm alone.
Dale glanced at him with some surprise, realizing that he was still carrying his medicine cabinet on his back.
The girl was pale and weak. Dill took out a handkerchief and wiped her down, thinking she had mud on her face, but after wiping for a long time, she realized that she had a large black birthmark in the middle of her face, running from the bridge of her nose to her eyelids, but it didn't detract from the girl's cuteness, and Dill noticed that she had emerald green pupils, just like Amber.
"It should be the kid from Jonestown up ahead." Musha glanced at the tag around the child's neck.
This time, Dill didn't hesitate; she took her own medicine cabinet and followed him forward together. The back of the teenage knight holding the child was extraordinarily wide and upright.
As long as no heretics are involved, the knights of the church are indeed loyal and reliable; I just don't know how much longer I can act. Dill thought somewhat mournfully.
As they walked along, the flocks of sheep on the hillside were as dense as white clouds, the breeze stirred up the waves of bright green grass, and at the same time, the unique earthly smoke and fire of baking and iron were burning. They could vaguely hear the old waterwheel rolling over the aftermath of the gurgling stream.
When a silver knight walked into the bustling town, the townspeople watching from all directions were very excited. The surging crowd was comparable to the zombie apocalypse. Dill saw that this kind of battle would be obedient and took over the little girl, leaving Mucha alone to deal with the time.
The girl was a bit weak, but she had already breathed and was able to speak. She told Dill her name was Lily Cole. Cole, and even leads her to her home.
They had only glimpsed a smoldering brick chimney from a distance when they heard a woman roar in a high, angry voice.
"Lily!"
A waxen-faced woman rushed over and hugged the girl, angry and anxious.
"I haven't seen anyone all morning! Are you off to roll around in a rotten mud pit?"
Dill coughed, and only then did the woman notice the dark-haired, white-skinned fey girl, and just like most people, her eyes couldn't hide her curiosity and surprise, and her mouth opened wide as she wondered what she was going to say to Dill.
Dill beat her to it and explained in fluent Common, "I'm a healer from the east coast, escorted by the Silver Knights who were preparing to go to the church in the Holy City, and I just happened to find your child in the water, so I brought her back to the town on my way."
As soon as she heard of the Silver Knight, Mrs. Cole immediately dispelled all her suspicions; a traveler escorted by a Silver Knight was the equivalent of certification by the Church.
She had learned of the commotion there in the marketplace a long time ago, but at that time she was too busy looking for Lily, not realizing that it turned out to be these two who saved her child. Lily, who was afraid of being beaten, also took the opportunity to hide behind Dill, revealing a rare intimacy.
Touched and grateful, the woman pleaded with Dill to join her for lunch. Dill did not push back, she keenly smelled the dampness in the wind, the distant hills have long since disappeared white sheep, the peak of the convergence of a black, dark clouds, in a moment I am afraid that it is going to rain.
Lily's house is an ordinary family's brick and tile hayloft, looking old but very practical to live. The man who built the house died of the plague a few years ago, leaving behind the house and an old hound called Czech, the widow and orphan plus a dog have been living peacefully all these years.
Hear dill originally is the east coast doctor; Mrs. Cole is even more cordial: "My husband is also a doctor; the house has some of his left, some of the grass paper books, which I do not need; you can feel free to take away as a thank you."
In this era, paper is a very precious thing, not to mention the relics of her late husband, whom Dill immediately refused.
As soon as the old hound saw his master, he stood up to greet him. Before he could smell the stranger's scent, he was slapped by the white goose. Dill quickly picked up Turnip and apologized profusely.
In the early morning rush to find her daughter, Lily's mother has no time to do her daily chores, so Dill watches Lily for her so she can go out to buy food.
Dill let Lily change into dry brown new clothes, seeing that her face was still a little pale, then gently coaxed her to sleep. Resting lightly against the soft feathers of the great white goose, the tired child quickly fell asleep.
The sky flickered with muffled thunder, the fine raindrops soon soaked the cobbled streets, the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, the moist moisture made the air extra sleepy, and even the great white goose buried its head under its feathers and slept soundly, leaving the young girl alone to look at the rainy scene outside the window.