This knight is too perfect

Chapter 44 Hope in Despair
"Lord Fergus, please come over here and take a look. Ernst is almost unable to hold on!"

On the lawn outside the castle, several militiamen carrying a stretcher rushed into the temporary tent where Fergus was.

After hearing what the militiamen said, Fergus, who had not slept for several days, immediately perked up and looked at the stretcher.

At this time, the militiaman Ernst was in a very bad condition.

The right half of his body was already stained with blood, and his entire right arm was horrifyingly bitten.

Everything below his forearm had disappeared, and the part above his forearm had lost a lot of flesh and blood, revealing the deep white bones.

If Ernst was just eaten by an ordinary wild beast, then although the injury would be serious, there is still some possibility that Ernst could be saved.

But when these wounds are inflicted by a soul stealer, the results are completely different.

Because the soul stealer who is "infected with the source poison" is also the carrier of the "source poison".

Not to mention Ernst, an ordinary person who is not of any rank.

Even for extraordinary people, facing these "source poisons" is still very difficult.

Because the so-called 'source poison' is essentially 'source out of control'.

When these uncontrolled essences enter the human body, they will continue to grow stronger and reject other essences except themselves.

Doing so would completely disrupt the "source balance" in the human body, causing their bodies and souls to develop in some indescribable direction.

The source poison carried by the soul stealer is the 'life source' and 'soul source' that have lost control.

Although there are many ways to solve this problem, unfortunately, none of them are suitable for Ernst at the moment.

For the balance of mortal essence is fragile and sensitive.

Once it is broken, if external forces want to correct it, they often need special extraordinary people who are strong and professional enough to take action.

Unfortunately, Fergus, a Dark Iron-class Punishment Knight, does not have such ability.

But being unable to save someone and not trying to save them are two different things.

"Help me hold Ernst up."

"Yes!"

Several militiamen used their hands and feet to restrain Ernst, who was struggling in pain, so that Fergus could "treat" him.

Soon, Fergus took out a bottle of precious church holy water from the side and sprinkled it on Ernst's right hand that had been bitten by the soul stealer.

It's sizzling!

When the holy water containing the 'Extraordinary Property: Purification' came into contact with Ernst's wound, a frying-like sound accompanied by a large amount of white smoke emerged from Ernst's wound.

However, this so-called "treatment" actually aggravated Ernst's pain.

So much so that Ernst immediately screamed and began to struggle continuously.

What's strange is that Ernst was the thinnest among the militiamen except Rhine.

At this moment, a powerful force burst out, so much so that the three militiamen were almost unable to suppress it.

Fortunately, Fergus took action at the last moment.

He held Ernst down and said in a gentle voice: "Relax, Ernst, relax, we are all here."

I don’t know whether it was Fergus’ comfort that worked, or whether the holy water really healed his injuries.

With Fergus's comfort, Ernst actually gradually calmed down and regained some consciousness.

Seeing this, Fergus smiled and said, "Yes, Ernst, you are worthy of being someone I value. You are very brave, and I am proud of you. In my opinion, you are now a knight, a real knight."

Hearing this, Ernst's pale face regained some color. He looked at Fergus and said weakly, "Really, Lord Fergus, do you really think so?"

Fergus nodded earnestly and said in a very serious tone: "Yes, respected Knight Ernst, I think so from the bottom of my heart, and I sincerely agree with every word I said." After getting Fergus's affirmation, Ernst seemed to be caught in some beautiful vision, so much so that he even temporarily forgot the pain in his arm.

But dreams are always false.

When Ernst thought about the consequences of his companions being seriously injured by the soul stealer in the past few days, Ernst's heart immediately sank to the bottom and he woke up from his beautiful dream.

Then he grabbed Fergus's collar with his only left hand, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, and said excitedly: "Master Fergus, I can still be saved, right? I must still be saved, right?"

"Since you said I've become a knight, then according to the story described in the fairy tale, after the knight defeats the devil and saves the princess, shouldn't he bring the princess back alive and enjoy the flowers and applause of the people?"

"But why, but why, Lord Fergus, I am still young, I still have many dreams, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..."

Facing Ernst who was getting more and more agitated, Fergus hugged him tightly and comforted him: "Shhhhh, it's okay, Ernst, it's okay, I will try my best to save you, to the extent that even if the god of death descends on his scythe at this moment, I will do my best to snatch you away from it."

"And Ernst, look outside, look at the people you are protecting. Aren't they the princesses you saved after defeating the Demon King?"

"When they return, they will spread the story about Knight Ernst everywhere, and let countless people give you flowers and applause."

"Think about the picture, a child holding flowers, walks up to you wearing gorgeous armor and riding a white horse, and shouts out, 'Are you the legendary Knight Ernst?' Think about Ernst, isn't that picture very beautiful?"

"So, don't worry, Knight Ernst. Have a good sleep. When you wake up, all your dreams will come true..."

Listening to Fergus's comfort, Ernst finally let go of his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

But not long after, a militiaman nearby pointed at Ernst's skin, which was beginning to turn blue, and his hair, which was constantly falling out, and said in horror: "Lord Fergus..."

"fine."

Fergus calmly put Ernst down, sat down on the chair next to him, and placed the knight's sword on his thigh.

"You guys go out first, leave this to me."

"I will be here to personally send Knight Ernst off for the last time."

The three militiamen looked at each other and finally left the tent silently.

After an unknown amount of time, a monster's roar was heard from Fergus's tent.

But the roar appeared quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

After a while, Fergus, covered in blood, walked out of the tent with a tired look on his face.

Looking at the reappearance of Fergus, the militiamen and other town residents who had been waiting outside the tent for a long time all cast hopeful eyes.

Although these looks were invisible, Fergus could feel the weight contained in them.

Fergus took a deep breath, and then shouted in his usual cheerful voice: "Don't worry, everyone! I have received the news. The Baron and his Thorn Cavalry are on their way!"

"In addition, the church also knows what happened here and has sent many priests to rush here. As long as we hold on for a few more days, we will be completely safe!"

After hearing what Fergus said, everyone didn't know whether they believed it or didn't care whether it was true or not. They all cheered up and burst out with strong fighting spirit.

Fergus, who saw this scene, immediately raised the blood-stained knight's sword in his hand and roared: "Let's work together to drive those damn guys out completely!"

For a moment, the crowd also burst into a lot of roars.

It seemed as if they wanted to shout out all the fear and despair in their hearts at this moment.

Soon, under Fergus's arrangement, everyone once again devoted themselves to the defense of the castle.

However, this time, there are fewer people who can participate in the defense...

PS: Sorry, I originally planned to write three chapters, but I didn’t finish it in the end.

Fat Tiger has asked for "sick leave" from his supervisor, and will "write while sick" tomorrow. He will make up for the overdue update no matter what.

By the way, Fat Tiger is finally scheduled to be released this Sunday. After all, the word count does feel a bit short now, so I’ll just write for a few more days.

After the release date, Fat Tiger will devote all his energy to writing and strive to update more frequently!
(End of this chapter)