Scene 165 Angel Heart Vase

Brando soon met Medisha. Although Delphine proactively apologized to her and explained clearly the reason for his appearance here, the latter still looked a little hesitant when he saw her.

To be precise, it's a bit cold.

Even Brando didn't get a good look from the little silver elf princess for the first time. Medisa looked very serious, pursed her lips, and snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction. She didn't argue with him, turned around, opened the curtain, and walked into the cave inside.

Brando smiled bitterly. Of course he knew that Medissa was angry with him because of Roman, but Delphine pushed him in the back at the right time. He understood and hurriedly followed in.

Ms. Bai Wu was lying on the stove, squinting and taking a nap, looking at the two people narrowly with half-narrowed eyes.

"Young people today..." she thought to herself.

"Medissa, how is Hipamilla?"

The little silver elf princess raised her eyes and glanced at him. After all, she still couldn't bear to have a cold war with her lord. The scene of that day when Brando rescued her was still in her heart. How could she forget the sight of Brando? He immediately chased her in, and half of the anger in the girl's mind was gone.

She frowned slightly and shook her head: "It's not good. We lack medicine and treatment here. She was seriously injured. Sopalachi is a city of the undead. There is only the Temple of the Dead Moon. Those pirates sent by Ms. White Mist We went looking for the water of life, but unfortunately we found nothing. Fortunately, Miss Magdale has some knowledge of pharmacy, and she got better with the help of the herbal medicine Hipamira."

"Frofa, Tiger Bird and the others, don't the elementalists also have healing spells?"

"I can't summon Frofa and the others, because I can't contact you, and the planeswalker's authority cannot be activated. Ms. Baiwu does have some treatment methods, but they are very limited."

Hipamila herself was a priest, but she was unable to use Himmelud's divine power when she was seriously injured. As the saying goes, a healer does not heal himself. That's probably how helpless it is.

At the end, Medissa added softly: "If the lord is one day late, I will take the risk to visit Yugang."

Brando couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"But the nameless one on the sea?"

"I can't just watch Hipamilla suffer, my lord. And Mr. Charles, sister Andrigue, we are like a family, you are like my brothers and sisters, Hipamilla Very strong. But I can’t stand it.”

Medisa bit her lower lip, her eye circles slightly red. Brando suddenly understood where her complaints against him came from. He reached out his hand and wiped the corners of the girl's eyes.

"I'm here, just take me to see Hipamilla." He replied softly.

The little silver elf princess responded carefully.

"Miss Delphine?"

"That was a misunderstanding, Medissa, but now that she is one of us, at least she won't have any thoughts anymore. Although I hope she can see her heart clearly earlier. Don't be so paranoid anymore, but for now, this It’s the best result.”

"Actually, Miss Delphine is also very pitiful. I understand, and I will try to get along well with her."

"Thank you, Medissa."

"I should be the one to say thank you. It is the Lord who gave me everything in my new life, but in order for the Lord to look at me more, I can't help but be willful, but the Lord will always accommodate me. Medissa Really happy.”

Brando's heart softened slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but look carefully at the little silver elf princess.

Smart, excellent, and beautiful, she has everything a girl could dream of, just like Martha's perfect masterpiece.

The key is. It is so reassuring, like a quiet harbor that can park people's hearts. Whenever he gets along with her, Brando will feel a kind of eternal tranquility.

It was as if all the anxiety and worries had disappeared.

This seems to be a characteristic of the elves.

"It's such a blessing to meet you." Brando couldn't help but say something in his heart.

Medissa led the way silently. Sometimes she didn't need to argue, it was enough for the lord to understand what she meant. She understood that she was very different from Akane, but she would never give up what should be hers. Let people.

When Brando saw Hipamila, he understood why Medissa seemed so anxious and anxious.

Hipamila was covered in bandages, which were still stained with blood, some of which were still dazzling bright red, showing that the blood had not dried for a long time. She was lying on the bed, her whole weak body sunk deeply into the pillow, her face without a trace of blood, as if she only had a pair of smart eyes full of hope. The moment he opened the curtain and came in, Shipami Ra's eyes fell on him.

"Lord Lord..."

The priestess seemed a little happy, and her happy tone was exactly the same as that of Medissa, which made Brando feel more ashamed. He went all the way north from Rosalin. Although he was always worried about Medisa and the others, he put himself in their shoes and thought about the serious consequences of his reckless decision in Rushta.

Although she didn't regret even meeting Roman for his sake, she could still understand why Medissa hated Delphine so much.

The cave was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. Princess Magdale was dressed in plain clothes, like a maid in Greek mythology, with a jar for boiling medicine in front of her. When she saw Brando coming in, her expression was full of hope. It was obvious that he had left the impression on people around him in the past that he was omnipotent, as if as long as he came, Hipamilla would undoubtedly be able to Get better.

This kind of trust is unfounded, yet extremely firm.

"Thank you, Miss Magdale." Brando already knew that Her Royal Highness the Princess was teleported here together with Ms. Baiwu. She has helped Medisha and Ms. Baiwu a lot these days. If it weren't for She, Hipamira's condition would only get worse.

After all, Medissa was also seriously injured in that disaster. It is said that something fell on Rushta when she was teleporting, and the turbulence in the space was affected, so she was thrown to this place.

Ms. Baiwu is obviously better at killing people than saving people.

From Medisa's mouth, Brando also learned that Andrigg and Morpheus may not have returned to Eruin. Only the Fire Claw Lizardman Lord and Faina who left early may not be affected. .

Because of Hipamilla's current situation, he was also very worried about the vampire siblings.

Princess Magdale hurriedly shook her head: "Mr. Brando, stop talking about this and help Miss Shipamila. She is in a very bad condition."

Brando couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He saw an open book on Baba's quilt in front of Xipa Mira and on his knees. It looked like a travel diary of Jiufeng, with illustrations printed on it. The quality is very poor.

One of Miss Priest's hobbies is reading, all kinds of books, especially travel notes, but I don't know where this book was snatched from, and there are missing pages in it.

Her pale and thin hands were placed on the pages of the book, and she tilted her head to look at him, with an optimistic and contented smile on her face.

Beside her bed, there was a water tank with several shrimps in it, which seemed to be the source of the girl's happiness. Although she is a fighting priest, she does not naturally like fighting. Her biggest wish is to travel everywhere and see the gifts that Mother Earth has given to the world.

But duty constrains her freedom, so Hipamila can only look for the world in her dreams from books.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but Brando covered her forehead with his hand and motioned her not to move.

He directly took out the Angel Heart Bottle. Although Hofward's gin also had healing effects, he already had a psychological shadow on that thing and would not take it out under normal circumstances.

"Open your mouth."

"Ah——" Hipamilla was very well-behaved.

Everyone's eyes were focused on his actions. Brando opened the milky white bottle and placed a drop of the liquid inside, which was like pure gold morning dew, on the tip of Hipamila's tongue.

It was like a miracle. In just a moment, the priest girl's complexion became rosy. The originally dry skin was filled with moisture again and became moist. The healthy blood color was restored inside, and the gray-gold hair like withered grass was restored. The hair also became bright and dazzling again, like silk satin made of pure gold, spread around the girl's neck.

Hipamilla let out a cry of surprise and sat up from the bed. The sheet immediately slid down her chest, revealing the bandage underneath that could barely block the spring sunshine.

Brando felt his nose was hot and quickly turned his head away.

The priestess was stunned for a moment, then she pulled up the sheet sheepishly, her face feeling a little hot. Medissa looked at the two men angrily.

"Martha, is this the legendary No. 1 holy water?" Princess Magdale didn't pay too much attention. She stood up from her position in shock. She is a devout believer in the Holy Water of Fire. Naturally, I have heard about the legendary holy objects in the temple for a long time.

But Brando shook his head and replied: "This is not the No. 1 holy water, this is the angel heart bottle. The legendary holy archangel sacrifices himself to stay in the world forever."

"Angel heart bottle," Medisa looked at the holy object in Brando's hand in surprise: "That is the legendary holy object. Lord, you actually got this thing."

Although Princess Magdale had never heard of this sacred object, this did not prevent her from understanding the previous miracle. Miss Hipamila, who was almost snatched away by death, was now sitting on the bed radiantly. is the best proof.

"You are always very resourceful." She squatted down slightly and saluted Brando sincerely. "We were all at our wits' end, but you always bring us hope and are the best to me. My friend Griffith is the same for her, and it is the same for me. Whether it is in Ampelsel, or in Port Loon, or now, you can always lead us out of difficulties."

...To be continued.