Chapter 529 On the Way Back

The dark curtain above blocked the sunlight, but there was still some thin light shining on the snow, and through reflection, it gave the deep pit very good visibility, so people could clearly see the thinly dressed old man hunched over, with his head down, sitting on the rock, covered with a thick layer of snow, and the top of his hair was bent by the snow. It was unknown how long he had been sitting here.

So, why did he rest for so long?

Why didn't he leave here?

Combined with the extremely terrifying traces of battle around, some search and rescue personnel subconsciously thought of the worst possibility. For a moment, it was like a cardiac arrest. No one spoke, and no one even moved. They just looked at it from a distance. The first responsibility of the search and rescue personnel after finding the victims was to determine whether the target was still alive as soon as possible, but this time, no one dared to go forward to help the old man up, wrap him with a thermal blanket, and no one dared to try his breath or pulse.

After a few seconds, a rescuer finally recovered. He ran to the center of the pit and fell twice in panic. When he finally came to the old man, his mind was blank. He took off his gloves and put his fingers on the old man's neck.

The fingertips touched the skin. In an instant, the touch like cold rock spread directly to the top of the head. It doesn't take too much professional knowledge to know that at this body temperature, how could anyone survive.

The moment this thought came to his mind, the man felt his legs soften and was about to fall to the ground.

But at this moment, an old and cold hand suddenly reached forward and gently supported him. The rescuer felt that he was instantly held up by a towering tree. Even if a big avalanche happened above his head, he would not fall down.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the old man who opened his eyes slightly. His messy breathing stagnated.

He just looked at the other person and smiled weakly at him, then whispered: "I am old and can't walk anymore, sorry to bother you."

The man didn't know why, but when he saw the statue that he could only see in the city's Victory Square, it really appeared in front of him. For a moment, he felt his heart surge, and for no reason, he felt like kneeling down with tears in his eyes. However, he knew what was most important now, so he waved his hands desperately at his teammates who were still in a daze in the distance. A shout full of excitement echoed in the valley: "Master Dante is still alive!!!!"

Well, Master Dante is still alive. A large number of paramedics rushed over, carrying the most professional equipment. The mountain stretcher slowly rose, and the old man lay on it calmly, with the oxygen mask buckled on his cold and bloodless face.

People seemed to have forgotten that the target of the search this time should actually be the man named Sherlock.

The search and rescue personnel certainly didn't know why this new dark door appeared, let alone whether Sherlock and Lord Dante were the initiators of this battle. They were very professional and didn't ask anything, let alone think too much.

In the process of transporting Lord Dante to the airship, some people found another body in the deep pit where Dante was found. It was buried by gravel and snow. The place where it was located was deep in the rock, as if it was pressed into the mountain by a huge force to a depth of nearly one meter.

Sherlock. The former wanted criminal of the empire.

Many people still remember this face and think of the rumors about him before. Countless absurd or sighing emotions suddenly brought people back to more than two years ago, the empire-wide wanted, and the dark time when a human hero fell into a criminal.

And now, this person is dead, and he died next to Lord Dante. Countless speculations appeared uncontrollably in everyone's heart, but no one said a word. Everyone silently transported the body to the airship, and then told the search and rescue team that the mission target had been found and they could return.

The airship passed through the clouds and headed for the nearest administrative district. The sunlight could already penetrate the window, but it was blocked by thick curtains. In the dim room, the most advanced medical equipment made a sound from time to time, which was still clear amid the hum of the airship turbine outside the window.

On the bed, Mr. Dante lay quietly, his eyes closed, and the cold bluish-white color on his face still did not dissipate. His body, which had no effect at lower temperatures, could clearly feel the cold air coming out of the gaps between his bones at this moment, like thousands of hard and cold thumbtacks nailed into his bone marrow.

The old man looked calm, and he didn't know whether he had to admit that he was old and his body's functions had declined to a very dangerous level. Was he thinking that if the search and rescue team came a few days later, he would really die in this icy and snowy place.

It is very painful for people to grow old. Their limbs are no longer able to support themselves. They can only let injuries and pain slowly torture themselves, and then wait for death in pain. Lord Dante had never thought that he would be so weak one day, but he always liked to regard himself as an "ordinary person", so he did not have too many complaints at this time, just like all the old people lying on the bed.

Until the door of the room opened gently, and then closed gently, a series of slow footsteps slowly came to the bedside.

The old man opened his eyes and saw the beautiful face that often appeared in newspapers in the past few years, and smiled with relief.

This smile was very complicated, a bit like the peaceful smile of the old man seeing his granddaughter before his death, but in the general perception, Lord Dante and Nightingale should not have too many intersections.

Moreover, since Nightingale came, Lord Dante would definitely not die. Even if he really stayed in the ice and snow and his whole body was frostbitten and necrotic, as long as Nightingale was there, he would recover quickly.

However, in this temporary ward with only two people, everything was not as normal people thought.

It stands to reason that at the moment when the two met, the sacred woman who had saved thousands of people in her life should immediately treat the old man who saved the world.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the room was silent, and it could even be said to be extremely cold.

Nightingale looked at Lord Dante on the bed motionlessly, and suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with this situation.

"Did you kill my parents?"