"In addition to Lord Arie being seriously injured, Vala also encountered an accident while out, and encountered knights from other kingdoms. He was killed by other knights in a head-on duel."
Standing beside Athir in a quiet courtyard, Sidru sighed softly: "He is old after all. At his age now, even the seed of life can no longer burst out. He can't compete with other knights at all."
He sighed softly, with a look of sadness in his eyes.
In fact, this is also the ultimate fate of the knight.
Knights are born for battle. The injuries on their bodies have been accumulating since the beginning of their training. The repeated outbursts of life will continue to consume their lifespan and potential, pushing the knight himself into the abyss of death.
And when the knight is old and can no longer burst into life, if he encounters other young knights, he is basically dead.
"Vara, is his family still around?"
Standing there, thinking of the old man from that year, Atier sighed in his heart and spoke in the same voice.
"His clansmen are still here, and several of his grandsons are also in the city. I am personally responsible for their knight training."
On the side, listening to Athir's words, Sidru nodded slightly and said so.
"After a while, select a few people with knightly qualifications from Vala's people and hand them over to me."
Looking at the scenery in front of him, Athir said, "I have also summed up some things in the wizard academy in the past few years, and I can give them to you this time."
Hearing this, Sidru was a little surprised. Before he could ask what it was, Athir's voice continued to come from in front of him: "How are Fular and Elhua now?"
He asked, looking at Sidru in front of him.
For the members of the Fakus family here, the ones who left the deepest impression on Athir were Fular and Elhua of the past, so he asked now.
"They...may not be doing well right now."
In front of Athir, listening to Athir's words, Sidru showed a bitter smile on his face.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Athir turned around and looked at Sidru closely, trying to get an answer.
"When you left this continent, Fular and Elhua both settled in the Principality of Barron. With us taking care of them, they lived a peaceful life."
Feeling Athir's gaze, Sidru kept a wry smile on his face and said quietly, "But two years later, the war began to escalate, and the Principality of Barron was affected. It was destroyed more than half a year ago."
"During the war, Fular stayed with Elva. In order to protect Elva's safety, he was killed by a great knight."
After hearing this, Athir was speechless.
The place fell into silence for a moment.
"What about Elva?"
After a long silence, Athir looked up and spoke again while looking at Sidru in front of him.
"Elhua is still alive. Thanks to Fular's desperate protection, he managed to escape from the Principality of Barron and is now in our city."
Looking at Athir, Sidru said: "But...he looks a bit miserable now."
"What's wrong?" Hearing this, Atier frowned and asked back.
"His left hand is broken, and his wife and children all died in the Principality of Barron. He is almost collapsed now." Sidru said.
Hearing this, Atier didn't say anything, but a complicated emotion arose in his heart.
When he left the North, he had agreed to Count Boria's request and promised to do his best to take care of Elhua. Now that Elhua has become like this, it is a violation of his original promise.
On the other hand, Elva was also one of his few friends.
"No matter what, as long as he's alive, it's fine. As for the broken arm, I can reattach it to him."
After a long moment, he sighed softly.
For ordinary people, if an arm is really cut off, it is naturally beyond saving. But for wizards, there are still some ways.
The knowledge that Athir had traded from Radel before had some research and records on this aspect. He only needed to try a few more times. With Athir's current ability, it was not impossible to reattach an arm to an ordinary person.
"There is one more thing." Looking at Athir, Sidru hesitated for a moment and spoke again.
"Recently, there has been a plague in this area, and people in several countries have been infected with the plague."
Hearing this, Athir was stunned: "Is it serious?"
"It's very serious." Sidru nodded. "Now the nobles in Kuma City are completely afraid to go to the civilian area. Anyone in the city who shows symptoms of the plague will be thrown out of the city immediately and put in a special place for custody."
"I'll see if I can handle this matter later."
Listening to Sidru's words, Atil said, "As for now, take me to see Lord Arie."
Standing in front of Athir, Sidru nodded, then walked to the front and led the way for Athir.
They walked very quickly and soon arrived at a hall.
"How is Lord Arie now?" Sidru asked when he arrived in the hall.
In the hall, there were several tall guards standing guard. The leader was a knight. He looked at Sidru and Athir and reported: "The Duke woke up for a while, but now he seems to have fallen into a coma again."
After hearing this answer, Sidru, who was standing next to Athir, sighed softly, and then said to the guards beside him: "You go down first."
"Yes!" After hearing Sidru's order, the guard looked respectful and slowly walked away with the others.
"Let's go in."
After everyone else left, Sidru turned to look at Athir beside him and spoke.
With a slight sound, the door of the room was opened.
As you walk in, an indescribable smell wafts from all around.
It was an extremely unpleasant stench, mixed with the smell of many spices, and the mixture was somewhat disgusting.
At the smell, Athir frowned slightly. But Sidru, who was standing next to him, seemed to have gotten used to it and showed no expression on his face.
Without saying much, Athir walked straight to the front, to the huge bed.
On the bed, Duke Arieu was lying quietly, without any clothes on his upper body. The exposed skin was completely ulcerated and emitting a foul smell.
The relatively intact skin also showed an abnormal red color, with red bags of blood on them, densely packed, looking extremely scary and horrifying.
"Is this poisoned?"
Standing in front of the bed, looking at Duke Arieu's appearance, Athir frowned slightly, and saw something unusual.
In addition to the reaction after the life explosion on Duke Arieu's body, there were signs of a mixture of several toxins. The mixture of several toxins and the reaction after the life explosion caused a result that made Athir feel a little tricky.
"How is it? Can you do it?" Standing beside Athir and looking at the expression on Athir's face, Sidlu asked nervously.
"Some troubles are beyond help for ordinary people."
Standing there, Athir said, "But for wizards, there is still a way, it's just a little troublesome."
"That's good." Listening to Athir's words, Sidlu, who was standing aside, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you need anything, tell me right away."
Standing next to Athir, he said, "I can get it for you as soon as possible."
"That's not necessary."
Athir shook his head, and then took out a bottle of emerald green potion from his waist: "This is a potion I made specially. Pour it all into the water to dilute it, and then soak Lord Arie in the water. It can inhibit the growth of toxins to a certain extent."
"Wait until three days later, and then bring Master Arie out."
He said this while standing still.
"Okay!" Sidru nodded after listening to Athir's words.
He quickly walked outside and ordered the servants to bring in a huge wooden barrel filled with hot water, and then poured the bottle of potion that Athir gave him directly into it.
The emerald green potion slowly poured into the wooden barrel. When it was completely poured, the water in the barrel in front of him had turned into a very light green, completely different from normal water.
After doing this, several servants put Duke Arieu into a wooden barrel and slowly soaked him in it.
Under Athir's perception, in the water in the wooden barrel in front of him, tiny particles of energy were tightly locked inside, and along with some diluted substances in the potion, they slowly merged into Duke Arie's body, nourishing his body.
"When Lord Arie wakes up in a while, remember to give him the bottles of potion I just left for him."
After taking a quiet look around, Athir gave instructions to the servants in charge of guarding the area, and then headed outside with Sidru beside him.
At this time, outside, a thin figure was already waiting there.
He was a young man wearing a red sleeveless shirt. Although he was handsome, his face looked extremely pale and haggard.
Unlike the others, this young man's left hand was missing, and his sleeves were completely empty. He also held a cane in his right hand, and his hands and feet were shaking just by standing, looking extremely weak.
"Elva..."
The moment he saw this young man, Atier couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and shouted softly over there.
A familiar calling voice sounded in his ears. Suddenly, Elhua, who was standing in front, trembled slightly and turned towards the direction where the voice came from.
"A. Athir."
When Elhua saw Athir's face, which had hardly changed from the past, he felt his eyes get hot.
Excitement, intimacy, excitement, inferiority, fear... and other emotions intertwined in his heart, making his mood extremely complicated at this moment. He even dared not look at his old friend directly and could only lower his head silently.
(End of this chapter)