Ximoken wiped off the sweat from his forehead and gently tied the bandage. The craftsman who was almost burned to death nodded to her. He was so weak that he couldn't even wail, and his teammates almost gave up on him, but Ximoken firmly told him not to give up. The man did not give up, and he always refused to give up.

Simoken held back the tears in his eyes and squeezed a comforting smile to the craftsman. After Kadiya and the Duke separated in the circular hall, she asked Miss Kadiya to let her go to the city wall to take care of the injured mercenaries and guards. "I used to be a nun, and I know how to take care of the injured." Simoken saved Kadiya.

The Duke's daughter looked at her begging expression and finally ordered one of her female guards to escort Ximoken. At first, the female guard hesitated for a moment. After all, the order she received was to protect Miss Kadiya's safety, but Kadiya held the handle of the sword handed over to her by the Duke, looked at her with a serious expression and ordered: "I said! You must protect her safety and escort her to the city wall! Just like when escorting me!"

"Please have a good rest." Simoken habitually made a prayer gesture to the mercenaries lying on the ground, "The gods will bless you."

After saying that, Ximoken looked at another injured person, also a mercenary, but he was not seriously injured - compared to other wounded people - his back and feet were burned. Fortunately, his teammates pulled off his cloak in time and dragged him away from the gradually burning ground, otherwise he would have died there.

"Hi." The mercenary squeezed out an ugly smile at Ximoken. His eyebrows betrayed him and twisted them in pain.

"Please don't talk." Ximoken skillfully used the dagger to clean up the fabric that was attached to his burned skin with the tweezers given to her by the doctor. The cotton armor worn by the mercenary was like this. It often couldn't be burned clean and it was stuck on the skin. Ximoken's movement made the mercenary grin in pain, but this was already very good.

Ximoken heard a shrill scream from the corner of the corridor not far away, which made the mercenary who Ximoken took care of looked over nervously, and then asked uneasily: "Then, what's wrong there?"

Ximoken did not answer. Maybe his legs or arms were sawed off. Ximoken thought that the guards were not as strong as mercenaries and were protected by snake gods. Their severely burned arms or legs and feet were not likely to recover. If they were left alone, they might kill them. So the doctor could only cruelly saw off the severely burned parts.

When the old doctor heard that Ximoken said he wanted to help, he was using red-burned iron to stop bleeding from the guard's legs. He did not look up at Ximoken, but said lightly: "Go to the box and get the tools yourself."

Then when he waited for Qianmoken to squat down to get the tools, his work was done. He raised his head and looked at Qianmoken. After a second of silence, he said, "You go and take care of the mercenaries."

The doctors in the inner castle naturally give priority to treating the guards of the inner castle, so the injured mercenaries were left aside and asked them to die or ask their companions to help with treatment. It is well known that mercenaries are not likely to die, so the doctors do not like to take care of the mercenaries. However, Ximoken knew that the doctor was not trying to send him off, and he did not want to let himself treat the poor guards.

Their appearance was extremely miserable, and although many of the mercenaries had the same injuries, they did not need to undergo bloody "treatment".

Ximoken applied the medicinal oil he had taken from the doctor to the mercenary and then wrapped it in a bandage.

"Has I seen you?" the mercenary asked as Simoken bandaged him with all his attention, but Simoken did not answer him.

"Have you worked in the corner tavern in the northwest city?" The mercenary's words made Ximoken raise his eyes. Her green eyes met the mercenary's smiling eyes, "It's really you! You have served me some wine!"

"Ah, sorry..." Qianmoken didn't remember this man, nor did she remember how many mercenaries she had served wine to.

"Ha, it's okay! I am indeed like this, it's not a feature." Although it doesn't matter, the mercenary still lowered his head and sighed with some injuries.

"Please, please don't be discouraged!" Qianmoken said quickly with some anxiety, "No, I didn't remember that the guest's face is indeed..."

"It's indeed a normal thing," the mercenary waved his hand with a smile, but took several breaths of air conditioning because of the burn on his back. "Don't be so polite, I just want to reminisce about the past."

"Shut up, guy!" Another mercenary lying on the ground couldn't help but yelling at him. His back was also burned, but the burn area was much larger than the mercenary that Simoken was taking care of. "I'm still waiting for the bartender to treat my wounds!"

The mercenary who was receiving treatment from Simoken immediately raised his head and showed an unhappy look: "Ha? You guy still talks about such a vulgar pun at this time? Will your conscience hurt?!"

"Please, please don't quarrel..."

"So you should shut up and receive treatment honestly! Don't delay the time! Everyone is waiting later!"

"Yes, right!" The other injured mercenaries followed suit.

"You guys..." The mercenary sighed helplessly, then looked at Qianmoken with a wry smile, "There is no way. Most of the people here have never enjoyed this kind of treatment. They are used to taking medicine by themselves or asking other big men to help bandage the wound, so please forgive me."

"Ah, no, this..." Qianmoken turned his head embarrassedly, "Brand it, please pay attention to rest."

Sure enough, the mercenaries were a group of strange people. Ximoken couldn't help but think that in the corridor where screams came from time to time, they could chat like drinking in a tavern. It was really incredible.

"Please treat me next!" the mercenary lying on the ground hurriedly shouted, "My back is already hurting to death!"

"Yes, yes! Please wait..." Qianmoken hurriedly walked to the man's side carefully, but suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! The medicine oil is used up... Please wait until I go to the doctor and ask him to give me some!"

"Wait a minute!" Qianmoken was suddenly stopped by the mercenary who had helped bandage him. She turned her head suspiciously and saw that the mercenary had already held a medicine bottle in his hand. He gently put the medicine bottle on the ground, "Please use my ointment. If the bartender goes to see the face of the old miser, you will be too dissatisfied. Please don't be polite, just use it."

"But that's the case..." Qianmoken hesitated with embarrassment.

"Ha? Are you very interesting, kid?" The mercenary lying on the ground turned his head and smiled at him with difficulty. Then Qianmoken saw that he didn't know where to take out a medicine bottle, "But, my burn ointment is higher than yours! You are even tender! Miss bartender, use mine!"

"You guy, do you have to fight me?"

"You seem to be very excited."

A cold tone that suddenly came to mind made all the mercenaries stiffen. Simoken looked at the source of the sound. When Ms. Ethran, wearing a red leather vest, was already standing at the end of the corridor. The mercenaries were silent. The shrill screams of the guards from the corner of the corridor made the atmosphere drop sharply.

Ms. Ethran has a very plump figure, and her dress looks very wonderful to Simoken. The tight leather vest is like a noble lady wearing it, and her skin is also light red, and her silver-brown curly hair makes her look like a wonderful elf coming out of the story.

But even though she was so fascinating, wild beauty, the mercenaries of Simoken saw her without desire or admiration, almost all fear. Is she so scary? Simoken recalled that when she was in the tavern, she was like a kind-hearted elder sister, and very reliable.

Until she used Hermi as bait, Simoken liked her very much.

Ms. Ethran did not look at her, but just glanced at the mercenaries coldly, and said, "As long as you are not dead, you can move, and after you have dealt with the wound, go to the city wall to help as soon as possible. There is no manpower or materials left. I will ask Ryan to count the lack of materials. He will come back to find you later. Then you pour out all the materials in your backpack for me."

"Please, please wait!" Ximoken stood up, and Ms. Etherland looked at her. She found that the expression on her face had eased a lot when she saw her, so Ximoken mustered up the courage to continue, "They are already injured, so you need to have a good rest!"

"So I said it was possible to move," Etherland replied with a sigh, "If you can't move, you will just make trouble."

"But even if they can move, they are wounded-"

"They are not that vulnerable," Atherland smiled helplessly at Ximoken. "If you don't believe it, ask them yourself. Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"Oh, of course it's right!" a bandaged mercenary shouted, "Don't worry about us, Miss Bartender!"

"Ha, it's just a dragon breath! I can't kill me!" A mercenary said as he stood up while holding the wall, one of his hands hanging on his chest with a bandage.

"As a blacksmith, he was burned to death by the fire. When the Lord of the Fireworks finds out, he will be so angry that he will be so angry that he will be glaring at him!" Another mercenary said with a joking smile.

"Look." Atherland spread his hands, "I didn't force them."

The mercenaries did not react to Ethran's last sentence, but suddenly maintained a strange silence.

Ximoken was about to say something just now, but suddenly he heard a man's roar from the corridor: "Go up to the city wall! There is an enemy attack!"

Then Simogen saw several guards wearing iron armor running through the corridor with crossroads, and cursed and asked the mercenary wounded lying in the corridor not to block their way. Athran immediately stopped one of the guards. The guard was about to curse, but hesitated after taking a look at her chest and face.

"You said there was an enemy attack?" Etherland asked with a frown.

"That's right!" the guard spat, "It's those superstitious pariahs! They threatened to burn Miss Kadiya to death! Damn, I'm going to shoot through their tongues! In the name of Duke!"

After saying that, the guard continued to swear and squeezed away Athran and continued to walk towards the city wall.

Simoken frowned after seeing Ethran hear him, and followed them in the direction of the city wall: "The best thing to do with the bow is to help! Don't wait for those mobs to capture the inner castle, otherwise we will be all over!"

When Qianmogen saw many mercenaries who heard her words, they stood up silently. The mercenaries who were still making jokes just now had a gloomy face. Then Qianmogen noticed that many of them had crossbows in their hands.

"Damn it." Ximoken saw the mercenary standing with one hand on the wall and cursed in a low voice, but he still wanted to go towards the direction of the city wall. Ximoken hurried forward to stop him.

"Your hand is injured," Simoken warned him, "You can't help even if you go. Please rest here."

"Tsk." The mercenary sat down against the wall with anger, but when he looked up, he saw that Ximoken was looking at him worriedly, his expression slightly eased. "Hey!" He seemed to suddenly think of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He looked at Ximoken, "How about this, Miss Bartender! I will hand over my crossbow to you! How about you sending those mobs to eat a few arrows for me?!"

"Eh?" Ximoken was stunned.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" someone reminded him seriously, "Do you want the bartender to kill someone for you?"

The mercenary was stunned for a moment, as if he had reacted. He immediately looked at Qianmoken anxiously and said with a far-fetched smile: "I, I'm kidding, haha, this joke is really bad! Miss bartender, don't mind—"

"I'm willing to go."

“Eh?”

Ximoken's words not only made the mercenary stunned, but some of the other mercenaries who stood up and prepared to go to the city wall to help were also stunned.

"You, you mean-"

"I'm willing to go!" Ximoken said with a firm expression.

"Hey, hey, bartender... this is a murder..." The mercenary turned his head uneasily, and he also felt the harsh gazes of the other people, "This is... the mercenary's job."

"Maybe it will kill people," Ximoken lowered his head, and showed a sad look on his face, but she immediately raised her head again, and the firm expression on her face made other mercenaries who wanted to stop him want to say anything, "But I didn't go to kill people. I also want to protect everyone, and I can't count on mercenaries to save me every time. I also want to help you, and if I can do it, I hope I can do it too. If I hide behind the mercenaries and let them kill people to protect me, I think this is no different from killing people, and I cannot let those who protect me bear this guilt alone."

"I also... have to bear my own responsibilities, and I have to grow up!" Qianmoken raised his head and looked at the mercenary with a shocked face, "So, please make sure to leave it to me, I will protect everyone!"

The mercenary swallowed, then looked at the others staring at him, and cried to them, "I know I'm wrong! Please help me persuade her!"

...

Kadiya heard some strange sound. She walked to the narrow window of the circular hall and looked down. She could not see anything except the fire in the distant city. She frowned uneasyly.

So she paced back and forth in the circular hall. After she arrived, the children tried their best to stop sobs. When the ladies saw the red sword handed over to her, they stopped whispering, and lowered their heads to pretend that they were praying. They were chattering like old maids with long tongues in the inner castle, and Qianmogen thought depressedly.

Then she heard the voice again. It was so strange that Kadiya looked at the door of the circular hall, and felt uneasy in her heart. She walked towards the circular hall. The two female guards who had already sat down to rest saw her movements and stood up to follow her.

Kadiya walked to the closed door of the circular hall. The door of the circular hall could be locked, but it was not locked at this moment. After all, Kadiya didn't know the reason to lock the door. But even so, she could not easily push the door open. Under the eyes of so many pairs of ladies, Kadiya didn't want to look ugly and struggle to push open the door with her body.

I am now in the Round Hall on behalf of the Duke of Jin Falls. Kadiya, who was sore in her arms because she held her "cut throat" and her arms were sore.

"Open the door!" Kadiya shouted, but after waiting for a few seconds, she found that there was no reaction outside the door, so she frowned.

There were two guards standing outside the heavy gate of the circular hall. They were responsible for guarding and opening the door. Kadiya knew that she could not be without etiquette at this moment. Those noisy ladies liked to chat about these little things for a long time, so she patiently said to the female guard beside her: "Knock on the door."

The female guard did as she did, but after she knocked on the door for a long time, when Kadiya almost lost her patience, the door was slowly pushed open. The guard carefully leaned into half of his body and asked, "Miss, do you have any instructions?"

"I've been giving instructions for a long time," Kadiya frowned impatiently, "Open the door!"

"Please forgive me for being rude, Miss," said the guard suddenly with a stern face, "Just Lord Plain just now sent someone to tell us that we should pay attention to this door and not let anyone in and out!"

Plain Simoken showed a confused expression, and then she thought of something, so she immediately asked, "Is something wrong?"

The guard was silent for a moment before saying, "Miss, please stop asking. The lord also told me to ask the lady to lock the door and do not come out of the circular hall when I hear anything."

Kadiya's mind was almost blank. Is something wrong with the inner castle?

Kadiya almost shouted loudly, but she immediately covered her mouth and looked behind her carefully. When she found that the ladies were still looking at this side in confusion, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in a low voice: "Is the demon dragon back again?"

"No, no..." The guard immediately closed his mouth again, and finally he sighed and said, "Miss, please leave and bolt the door after I close the door."

As he said that, he wanted to close the door again, but Kadiya had already thrown off her shoes and rushed up quickly. Even the female guards exclaimed at her agility.
To be continued...