Chapter 1334 The only Compensation

When Kabala woke up, her arm was wrapped in thick gauze. The pain was still faint, but it was insignificant compared to when he was first sprayed by the red mist.

This surprised her.

The wound on the arm is not fatal. In theory, it will not be treated immediately. It is not surprising that it will be left to the end or simply wait for self-healing. After all, the characteristics and importance of Little Angel's abilities are something that any new recruit in the army will be told repeatedly. She doesn't think that the sand people will be treated specially - if they are on the bad side, it is still possible.

But if it wasn't caused by ability, how could the wound heal so quickly?

Is it possible...

Suddenly, she felt uneasy in her heart.

Maybe we need to leave here quickly and return to the military camp.

"Fara, right?" A nurse noticed her behavior and walked over to look at the name tag hanging on the bedside. "How do you feel now?"

"It's nothing serious. You can return to the team at any time." She rolled out of bed and pretended to be unwilling. "Several of my friends died at the hands of the devil. I want them to pay the price immediately!"

"Please have your condolences." The nurse nodded, "But before that, you have to go to the camp tent first. Miss Nana Paine wants to see you."

Kabala was slightly startled, "She... wants to see me? But my injuries are almost gone -"

"I don't know the reason, but she told her specifically." The other party smiled, "Other soldiers want to meet but they can't. Come with me."

Kabala looked at the nurse's unsuspecting back, hesitated for a moment, and followed her.

After passing through many levels, she met the legendary angel in a tent.

Judging from the appearance alone, the opponent does fit the image passed down by word of mouth among the First Army. She is petite and cute, with fair and rosy skin, and a pair of eyes that seem to have not completely shed their childishness. She is basically a eldest lady from a noble family. There is no better way to describe it than to go through wind and rain. Kabala couldn't help but feel more lucky. Maybe things were not as bad as she expected.

"Um...what do you want from me?"

It's a pity that the other party's first words shattered all her illusions.

"I'm very curious. You are obviously a witch, why do you hide your identity and join the First Army like an ordinary person?"

"I...I don't quite understand..." Kabala replied bravely. Did Joda really report this to the superiors...

"Your injuries." Nana pointed to her arm. "Although there are many wounds, most of them are caused by sharp objects. The devil's claws cannot do this. I think they should be daggers or bayonets." . In addition, when I was cleaning the wound, I found traces of corrosion by the red mist - it will invade the muscles under the skin and even reach the bones. Only witches can be harmed by this. Even if you deliberately damaged the wound, this cannot be faked. .”

Kabala closed her mouth.

The other party did not hear the news from Juda, and the information was clearly explained, leaving no room for her to quibble. Previously, I thought that the other party was naive and simple, and that he might be able to use words or pretend to be confused to deceive him, but now it seems that it is just a ridiculous plan.

After a while, she whispered, "Have you ever seen a witch corrupted by red mist?"

Nana curled her lips and said, "Myself."

Kabala was stunned.

"It is said that red mist can cause extremely serious harm to witches, but no one knows the specific treatment method, so I had to test it myself." The little girl said calmly, "What if any sisters are really injured by the red mist?" , but I am helpless, and I will regret it for the rest of my life." She paused, "Fortunately, as long as you don't inhale a large amount of red mist, or get sprayed in a vital part such as the head, you can be rescued in a short time. . So you remember, the next time you encounter this situation, the safest thing to do is to cut off the arm immediately."

Kabala was dumbfounded. She still can't forget how intense the pain was when she was eroded by the red mist. Generally, after experiencing it once, she would never want to try it a second time. However, listening to the other party's tone, it seemed like she was repeating herself. It seemed like several times. But when it came to this point, Nana's expression didn't change much, and it couldn't be linked to her slightly childish appearance.

Greenhouse flowers from a noble family?

Do not make jokes!

She let out a long sigh. Looking back now, although she was once a goddess, she never seemed to have the upper hand in negotiations, no matter whether she was facing the Queen of Clear Water or a young girl from the North.

"...My name is Kabala, from the Sandstone Clan. Fara is just a pseudonym." Kabala gave up all struggles and told her past. At this point, it was no longer possible for the First Army to let her stay any longer, and because she had served for the war chief's mortal enemy and the third princess of Graycastle, Garcia, it was not surprising that she was taken back to Neverwinter for trial.

Although Roland Wimbledon insists on treating witches well, it does not mean that he will treat his enemy's subordinates well.

"I'm curious, how did you deceive the pure ones of the church during the battle in Wolf Heart?" Nanava asked.

"In addition to commanding others, the command technique can also be used to command yourself - if it is just one person, it can even do things beyond its own limits, and death is one of them." Kabala said slowly, "Collect After receiving the command, my breathing and heartbeat would temporarily stop. At that time, the Pure Ones and the Judgment Army were still chasing the Wolf King and did not waste much time on me."

"I see, that scar on your face was left at that time, right?" Miss Pine pondered for a while, "I don't quite understand. You said that you joined the First Army for the sake of the remaining tribesmen, so why did you still Want to remain anonymous and not even tell the clan that you are alive?”

"What can I say? I led everyone to fight for a permanent oasis, but in the end I was the only one who survived?" Kabara showed an unspeakable bitterness, "They entrusted their trust and hope to me, but I Turning them into irrational monsters. Thousands of Qingzhuang clan members died in foreign countries, and the Sandstone clan was almost annexed. What shame would I have to return to the clan?"

"The First Army's recruitment of men among the Sand People made me realize that the only compensation I could make was to join the army, and then use the merits gained to exchange for green land for the people to live. The Sand People's review is not as strict as yours. I made up an identity and gained Brian's trust when I was encircling the Raging Waves and the Bonecutting Clan." She lowered her head and said, "You can deal with me however you want, but... please don't blame the Sandstone Clan— —The rest of the clan are children, women and children, and they have not served Garcia Wimbledon."

"I understand," Nanawa nodded, "Go back."

"What...what?" Kabala couldn't react for a moment.

"I actually came to you to ask you if you want to remove the scar on your face." The little girl spread her hands, "But now it seems that your answer is no. In this case, I have nothing to say."

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

That's right, she has never had the upper hand in negotiations. In the past, she was often left speechless when negotiating with the Queen of Clear Water, just like now...

But the feelings of the two are so completely different.

"By the way, the Star Flower Troupe has a performance tonight, right in the West Pass Camp," Nanawa said with a smile, "If you return to the troupe now, you might be able to watch the ending."

Kabala bit her lip, bowed to her with the courtesy of the sand people, then turned and left the tent.

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