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Chapter 78, Section 77: Bondage Play

"Huh? Is the battle inside over? Why is there not a sound at all?"

The eldest prince stood outside the training ground, his tone full of doubt.

"Leona, go in and take a look. Remember, don't go through the main entrance; sneak in quietly."

I think I just heard something crack. I thought it would take a long time, but it only lasted about twenty seconds.

Did Celie win? That's quite possible, but surely Lord Gu Yuan isn't that weak?

My heart is filled with worry.

"Yes."

Leona accepted the order, stomped her feet on the ground, and vanished instantly.

The next second, she had already gracefully flown to the top of the martial arts arena's gate.

It was a stone gate about ten meters high. We quickly squeezed through the gap into the field, and the view suddenly opened up.

What came into view was a collapsed stone wall. Gu Yuan was standing in the center of the area, slowly helping Celia up from the pool of blood on the ground.

Celia had a gruesome bloody hole in her abdomen, her eyes were closed, she was obviously unconscious, and she looked quite disheveled.

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Leona froze on the spot, blinking her eyes repeatedly. What was going on?

The elves actually lost? Is that even possible?

The shock this scene delivered to her was no less than hearing that "an emperor was beaten to death by a commoner with a hoe." And it only lasted a few dozen seconds!

They quickly realized that no matter how Gu Yuan won, it was still great news, and they couldn't wait to go back and tell the eldest prince.

But just as she turned around, Gu Yuan's gaze suddenly fell upon her.

"Hey you, wait a minute, come here for a second."

Gu Yuan waved his hand, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached Leona's ears, barely stopping her from leaving.

Serie was seriously injured and could not be moved easily. She also could not contact the Holy Scripture, so she had to ask someone to call a monk to treat her.

Only by keeping her awake can we extract information from her.

Upon hearing this, Leona immediately jumped in front of Gu Yuan, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Hmm, go contact the eldest prince and tell him I won. By the way—"

Gu Yuan explained the situation, pointed to Celia's wound, and said calmly, "By the way, do you know how to stop bleeding in an emergency?"

Leona followed his finger, her pupils contracted slightly, and she gasped.

From a distance, it wasn't noticeable, but upon closer inspection, one could see how horrific the wound was—it looked as if someone had used magic to evaporate the flesh and blood from the abdomen. Although it wouldn't be immediately fatal, it wouldn't last more than five to ten minutes.

She nodded immediately: "Understood, leave it to me! Leia, Ah Qi, you two come and help stop the bleeding, I'll go inform the First Prince!"

After saying that, he immediately disappeared from the spot, and two people hurriedly ran over from not far away.

Gu Yuan watched as they used some kind of acupressure technique and sprinkled a medicinal powder to temporarily stop Celia's bleeding, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"I've done everything I could, so don't blame me."

"The gates of the training ground were slowly pushed open with a rumble, and the eldest prince rushed in with the fourth prince, their faces full of shock."

The fourth prince followed behind, his steps unsteady.

Their gazes swept over the motionless elf on the ground—

They won? That's unbelievable.

"Lord Gu Yuan, I knew you would win!"

The eldest prince strode forward, his face instantly breaking into a smile. He grabbed Gu Yuan's hand, seemingly oblivious to the sticky blood on it, and spoke with unusual enthusiasm.

"Please rest assured, I have already sent someone to invite the most senior monk in the capital."

"We'll arrive in less than three minutes. But—I have a question: why did you deliberately keep her alive?"

The royal family spared Celia's life to salvage their dignity.

She must compensate for the various losses caused by the unrest in society, and therefore cannot die easily.

But Gu Yuan wasn't particularly close to the royal family, so it couldn't have been for that reason.

What do you think?

Gu Yuan looked up at him, but didn't answer directly, his tone slightly perfunctory. After all, some information was enough for him to know.

The eldest prince wasn't angry; instead, he smiled optimistically.

"I think you need her magic, don't you? After all, your companion is also an elf, so perhaps you can share what you need."

Wait—I almost forgot about this myself if he hadn't mentioned it; this is a golden opportunity.

Celia will definitely be wary of anesthetics in the future, and now is the best time to threaten and demand benefits.

"Hmm—" Gu Yuan fell into thought, his fingers gently stroking his chin. A threat? That's too much.

I saved her life, so asking for some "money to buy her life" shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

Thinking this, three minutes passed quickly. The eldest prince was chatting and laughing with Gu Yuan when suddenly, a crisp footstep came from outside the door.

The monks have arrived. Gu Yuan turned his head to look.

What came into view was a small, old man with white hair and beard, thin in stature, and who looked very much like the elderly Simmel.

The eldest prince immediately stepped forward and introduced with a smile:

"This is the archbishop of the church; it is said that he possesses healing magic capable of bringing the dead back to life and reviving the wounded!"

"I had to use my father's name to finally get him to come."

He subtly extended a friendly gesture. An ordinary person would surely feel honored to hear such words, after all, the emperor's face is extremely precious.

However, Gu Yuan seemed somewhat unconcerned, merely nodding slightly, thinking: Goddess magic is, after all, a blessing from the gods.

It's perfectly normal to be able to do these things.

The archbishop strode over, first bending down to glance at Celia, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before fixing his gaze on Gu Yuan.

He stroked his graying beard, a deep meaning in his eyes, and spoke calmly and deliberately:

"Young man, we finally meet. I've heard about your story from that guy Buck—a selfless act..."

Very good, very responsible.

"I believe that the goddess will surely protect you."

Buck was the same bishop from before. Gu Yuan nodded in agreement, a slight thought stirring within him.

Although it was just an unintentional act, even the archbishop acknowledged his character.

As expected, the plan to gain the goddess's approval is already halfway to success.

That said, where exactly did the relic's consciousness go? Perhaps it shook its head at the goddess, deciding to let things take their course and deal with the immediate problem first.

He stepped aside to make way, indicating that the archbishop could begin the treatment.

The archbishop clearly admired Gu Yuan's composure, and his gaze toward Celia became more serious.

Holding the sacred book, which shimmered with green light, Celia's wounds on her waist and abdomen healed rapidly, and her organs, which had lost flesh and blood, began to regenerate at an accelerated rate.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the bloody hole still visible in her clothes, her body showed no signs of abnormality.

"alright."

The archbishop put away the holy book and let out a soft breath. "The injured person only needs to rest for a few days to fully recover."

"Brother Gu Yuan, you—"

As he was speaking, his voice abruptly stopped.

Gu Yuanzheng took the iron rope handed to him by the guard and quickly bound Seria's hands and feet tightly, then asked if there was any Demon-Sealing Mine.

Upon hearing the archbishop's words, Gu Yuan turned his head amidst his busy work, but his hands did not stop:

"What's wrong?"

Watching the elf being bound like a dumpling in no time, the archbishop sighed and facepalmed.

"It's nothing."

Because Celia's personality clashed with the church and she had once harmed several monks, he didn't say anything to plead for her.

I just feel that justice will prevail and retribution will be served without fail.

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