There’s Nothing Wrong, You’re Really
Chapter 2010: There’s Nothing Wrong, You’re Really
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Rbq! Rbq1!
Noya shut up the moment she glanced over.
This was the aura of a big boss. Even if she was wrong, she would be rightfully wrong.
Mag watched as Merante was roasted in the Holy Light, and his eyelids twitched frantically. He glanced at Irina, who seemed rather drunk, and was worried if this would end up becoming medical malpractice.
After all, Merante was from the Ghost Clan. He would feel uncomfortable before the Holy Light.
The Holy Light continued shining on Merrante for three minutes. Other than the talismans, Mag could even see some black wisps being purified by the Holy Light.
Merante was already unconscious from the excruciating pain.
"Grandpa!" Noya wanted to rush up.
Mag held Noya back because Irina had started chanting her healing magic spells.
Bits of faint golden glow fell on Merante. The horrifying wound started to regenerate and heal at a visible speed.
The entire process went on for around 10 minutes. The empty area in Merante’s abdomen grew new flesh, and he regained some color on his pale face. It seemed as though his breathing became stabler.
"Alright." Irina kept her magic caster’s staff, closed her eyes, and fell backward.
Thankfully, Mag reacted fast enough and caught her.
Since she was not completely sober from the alcohol just now, she fell asleep from exhaustion after using her magic on such a tricky case.
"Grandpa." Noya went up. Although Merante had not regained consciousness, it seemed that his life was no longer in danger.
"Th-thank you." Noya thanked Mag and Irina as he kneeled on the floor.
"Alright. There are no rooms upstairs. It’s rather inconvenient to have you staying in the tavern. I’ll come back down later to bring you to the house beside. You can stay at Romo Street for the time being," Mag said as he carried Irina upstairs.
Noya put the unconscious Merante on his back as he asked Mag worriedly, "Beside…? Won’t we be found out?"
"Half of the houses on this street belong to me. You can choose a random house later," Mag said calmly as he put on his coat, and walked to the door.
"Rich…" Noya raised his brow, and looked at Mag with admiration.
Mag opened the door, observed the surroundings, and brought Noya out of the tavern after making sure that there was no one around.
At last, Noya chose a black two-story building in the corner. The first floor was a little teahouse, while the second floor offered more privacy. There was a complete set of old furniture, and the previous owner even left two beds and blankets behind.
Mag kicked away the torn blankets that Noya was about to lay out. He bought two new sets of bedsheets from the system, and helped Noya lay them out. After that, Mag watched Noya place Merante gently on the bed.
"What happened? How did he get so seriously injured?" Mag finally asked the question that
"We had been tracing the evil aura, and traced it all the way to the first prince’s mansion. In the end, we were ambushed just after we climbed over the wall. We did not even have the time to investigate anything.
"In order to save me, Grandpa got this seriously wounded. Otherwise, they would never be able to hurt Grandpa with their capabilities. I am too useless," Noya said self-reproachfully.
"That’s true. You are really useless." Mag nodded. This was the prime example of being dragged down by a burden teammate.
"Hm???" Noya looked at Mag with bewilderment.
Even though he was feeling very remorseful, at a point like this, shouldn’t one be saying things like "this is not your fault," "you didn’t do It on purpose," or "your grandpa won’t blame it on you"?
"You can only protect people you care about when you become strong," Mag said calmly.
Noya was slightly stunned. His expression turned determined gradually as he nodded with resolution.
"Don’t go out for the next few days. There will probably be many people in Rodu looking for the two of you. If you’re caught, I might not be able to help you escape." Mag looked at Noya, and instructed, "I will send you your three meals every day. We will talk about other things when the old man has recovered."
"Thank you." Noya bowed deeply at Mag once again.
He had been completely flustered just now. If it were not for Mag and Irina, his grandpa would probably be gone now.
"Drink a little of this, and have a good sleep. No one will disturb you." Maotai placed a small bottle of Maotai by the bed with a packet of drunkard peanuts. He patted Noya on his shoulder, and turned to leave.
Gulp~
Noya did not have dinner, so his stomach was grumbling a lot. He opened the packet, threw a handful of peanuts into his mouth, and chewed on them.
"It’s so spicy!"
Other than the fragrance, the numbing spiciness made his face flush red immediately. As a young lad who barely took spice, Noya had a very low tolerance for spiciness.
He looked around, and the only thing in the room was the bottle of wine beside him.
Pop.
Noya pulled out the cork, and chugged two mouthfuls down.
"Ah~ Delicious." Although he was not very knowledgeable about alcohol, he still knew how to tell what tasted good and what tasted bad. Noya could not help but compliment the alcohol. Grandpa would definitely love it.
The wine was able to curb the spicy taste, so Noya threw another handful of peanuts into his mouth.
After finishing a packet of peanuts and half the bottle of wine, Noya sealed the bottle with the cork again. He felt his head grow heavy, and very quickly fell asleep by the bed.
***
At the entrance of the military, a big and tall general looked at the knights in front of him, and asked, "Have you found them?"
"Sir, our soldiers have split up to trace them, but we’ve still lost their tracks," one of the knights reported.
"Useless! You can’t even find a heavily wounded old man!" the general chided loudly with displeasure.
All the knights lowered their heads, afraid to speak.
"Sir, you’ve pierced right through that old man. After receiving such a fatal blow, he must have died. As long as we increase the scope of our search operations, we will definitely find them very quickly," a deputy general beside him said.
The general’s expression became a little better. He said seriously, "Continue searching! They might very well be the murderer from the incident the night before. Find them, and His Majesty will reward you handsomely!"
"Yes!" The knights left quickly after receiving their order.
***
"Already at Rodu? Hehe, interesting…" A cloud of black fog slowly seeped out from the first prince’s mansion. A silhouette in a black robe walked out slowly from the black fog. His low voice was jarring to the ears, just like the sound of metal rubbing against each other.
The man in black robe turned his head in the direction of the mansion, and quickly became a cloud of black fog and disappeared.
***
"Senior!"
Bobby woke up with a start. He sat right up on the bed, and was drenched in perspiration.
"Master, are you alright?" a middle-aged woman asked worriedly as she sat up beside Bobby, and passed him a handkerchief to wipe his perspiration.
Bobby came back to his senses. He looked out at the light coming in from the window, and then at the middle-aged woman, who was looking at him with concern. He shook his head, and asked, "Why am I at home? What happened?"