In a blur of consciousness, Cillian felt that he had been moved to the carriage, and the carriage stopped after a long time.
Then he was moved to a room, and then the man's muttering came from his ears.
"Tsk tsk, both the hand meridian and the foot meridian were cut off, it's a little troublesome..."
"And this penetrating injury, comminuted fracture, what a great hatred."
"I just connect his hands and feet..."
"Xia En, help me buy a healing scroll. He can't use healing potions for comminuted fractures."
"..."
Then Cillian felt a sharp pain from his hands and feet, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"Hey, there doesn't seem to be any anesthetics."
"Forget it, I can't die anyway... Let's continue."
After receiving the meridian, Claire continued to take out the healing potion and poured it into the other's body wound, and Xilian finally felt a sense of peace of mind.
The last warm light enveloped his body, and it was only when he fell asleep completely.
Cillian's mind was blurred, and it took some time before his consciousness gradually recovered and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hmm!" Cillian found himself lying on a soft bed, and being in an unfamiliar environment made him a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously wanted to move his body and leave here.
With a "thump", he fell off the bed.
Cillian looked at his hands in surprise, "My hands have recovered?"
Then he hurriedly looked at his legs and various parts of his body. The injuries he suffered before had returned to their original appearance. This was a miracle!
Cillian was ecstatic and came back to life, but at this time there was a creaking sound from the door.
"Are you awake?" Claire asked while standing at the door.
Cillian saw at a glance that this was the man who saved him yesterday, and immediately stood up, "Thank you for saving me, I swore at the time that if anyone saved me, I would be loyal to him for the rest of my life! "
Unexpectedly, Claire laughed a few times, "You? Allegiance to me?"
Cillian was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.
"If you want to be loyal to me, do you have any ability that is different from ordinary people? There are many thieves who can steal, and I don't lack a thief to be loyal to me."
Cillian opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He really had nothing different from ordinary people. Over the years, he had never learned anything except stealing, and his expression became even more embarrassed.
"I can work for you! As long as you want me to do anything, I will do it!" Cillian shouted.
"Do you know how much gold it cost to save you yesterday? A second-level healing scroll costs 500 gold coins, and the healing potion I used for you costs about 300 gold coins. Even if you have 800 gold coins, what do you think? Is your life worth 800 gold coins? Or, with your current ability, what can you do for me even if you risk your life?"
Xilian was stunned. He didn't expect that he would rather give his life, and the other party didn't care, which made him a little helpless.
"I...I...can do anything." Cillian's tone became weaker, "I'm very smart and learn things very quickly."
"Does that mean you can't do anything right now?"
Cillian was at a loss for words again, and began to feel a little overwhelmed.
Claire walked in front of him and squatted down, looking into his eyes, "Do you know why I saved you at that time?"
Cillian shook his head. After some denial just now, he also didn't understand.
"I don't know."
Claire chuckled: "At that time, I saw the desire for life in your eyes, like someone who is about to suffocate in the water, but now your eyes are completely gone, and you can express your willingness at will. If you give your life..."
"Eight hundred gold coins are nothing to me. It's just a whim to save you. You don't have to think about how to repay me."
"No! I can definitely help you!" Cillian's eyes suddenly became tough.
Claire also showed an admiring smile, "Well, the eyes are not bad now, but what can you help me with, can you read? Can you do arithmetic? Can you manage the city? Or are you a bronze-level knight who can help me in battle? kill the enemy."
Cillian: "..."
"This is for you." Claire took out a revolver from the space ring and put it in the other's hand, "Go do what you want."
Cillian felt the heavy metal in his hand, and looked at Claire suspiciously.
"Oh, I'll show you a demonstration." Claire pulled out another pistol and shot at the bed where Cillian was lying before.
"boom!"
The deafening sound resounded in the room, and Cillian was quite frightened, but when he looked back at the bed that didn't hit, he was stunned.
"This..."
The bed made of pure wood in front of him actually cracked into thin pieces of wood.
"One bullet can kill an unsuspecting silver-level warrior." Claire took out a yellowish thing from the space ring and put it in the opponent's hand, smiled and said, "I'll give you twenty bullets, as for It's up to you how you use it."
"What happened!" Shane pushed in the door and shouted, the sudden sound of gunfire just startled him.
Claire waved, "It's okay, it's just a small problem, let's send him out next."
Cillian walked out of the shop door in a confused way, holding a pistol and twenty yellow bullets tightly in his hand, feeling at a loss, took a few steps forward, and glanced at where Claire was.
I seem to have come back to life, but it seems that nothing has changed. I can't stay by that person's side, but I have a powerful weapon in my hand.
Shane looked at Cillian who was walking away and asked, "Lord Viscount, you finally saved him, why did you let him go?"
Claire thought about it for a while and replied, "It's just a chess move that I have nothing to do. Can you surprise me after speaking?"
...
Cillian habitually walked to an alley and sat down, rubbing his fingers against the revolver that Claire handed him, still in a daze, like a child abandoned in the desert, not knowing what to do. measures.
Now that he is free, he is out of the control of that gang. If he sells this weapon, he can have enough money to live a stable life in other cities.
But that kind of life didn't seem to be what he tried so hard to pursue before. Cillian rubbed his face hard, and looked erratically at the street. This is the street where he stayed after being beaten before. Someone just came out of the bakery carrying the bought bread, and as soon as Cillian suddenly felt that he had returned to that special day three years ago.
"I figured it out before, my life shouldn't go on like this!"
Saying that, Cillian looked at the pistol he was holding, and remembered what Claire told him before: "Go do what you want to do."
Suddenly, Cillian's eyes became firmer~www.mtlnovel.com~ The aura also quietly changed.
"Kakaka..." The six bullets were stuffed into the magazines and walked in the direction they remembered.
...
The base camp of the Razor Club.
"Huh? Your kid didn't die! The wound actually healed. Did some kind noble lady save you, hahahaha." A sullen thug looked at Xilian who was walking towards him mocked.
"You might attract the pity of some noble ladies with this face, why? What do you mean by this expression!"
"Don't even dare to answer my words! You lowly boy!" The man stepped forward and grabbed Xilian by the collar, wanting to punch him angrily.
All the grievances Cillian had received over the years erupted at this moment, and her eyes immediately became fierce!
He glared at the other party, and just that glance startled the bastard, and his fists froze.
Cillian's eyes became gloomy and full of killing intent, "Take your dirty hands off me!"
"what!!!"
The little **** screamed, his arm was pierced by a dagger, and then Cillian quickly pulled it out and wiped it on the opponent's neck. Blood burst out and splashed on his face.
For so many years, he has developed a set of skilled knife skills with razor thieves, and he doesn't need to use the weapon Claire gave him to deal with this kind of scumbag...
"Who dares to come to us to make trouble!" A loud voice came from inside the house, and a silver-level soldier stepped out. This was the gang leader of the Razor Society.
"boom!"
The corpse fell to the ground, the surroundings were silent, and everything was attributed to this loud noise.