I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 150 Why another one?

Seeing that Monk was no longer pressing the issue, Wilder finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No one would believe that the red dragon had turned into a young girl.

But what if they saw that the girl's injuries were the same as those that the red dragon should have suffered?

It's not hard to guess that Talia is the Red Dragon.

This is a world of swords and magic, where anything can happen, and even the most bizarre things are easily accepted.

However, Monk's intuition was really accurate.

He's not a very easy person to deal with.

"Kid!"

Compared to Monk's slightly distant voice earlier, Hollen's voice sounded particularly warm and friendly now.

"What's wrong, Professor Hollen?"

"then!"

As he spoke, he tossed a small bottle over.

Wilder caught it nimbly.

The bottle is small, much like a sample of perfume from a past life, and it contains half a bottle of dark red liquid.

"This is----

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"Healing potion"

Hollen explained, "The kobold's knife wound isn't serious. Pour half of this medicine onto the girl's wound, and then have her take the other half orally. She'll be better in two hours."

"Thanks!"

Wilder nodded his thanks sincerely.

Although he had never bought this medicine before, he knew it was expensive.

At this moment, he still had three kinds of plants in his pocket that he needed to refine this thing. Each raw material was worth one gold coin, so it was hard to imagine the price of the finished product.

"Um!"

Hollen said cheerfully.

Wilder nodded and moved again, preparing to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, Monk called out to him again.

Wilder's face darkened.

Is this never going to end?

Believe it or not, I'll really hit you in the face with four fireballs!

"Is there anything else?"

He turned back and asked with a knowing smile.

"Hmm—do you understand Dragon Language?" Monk asked.

"don't know."

Wilder answered decisively.

"But I remember you stayed in the same spot the whole time, looking like you were ready to watch the game."

Monk squinted and asked, "Why did you and your team suddenly run away after saying a few words in Dragon Language before that red dragon unleashed its breath?"

Before Wilder could answer, Hollen was stunned.

"Wild, were you also present during the battle this afternoon?" he asked.

This is a good question.

The good thing wasn't the problem itself, but the timing of its emergence, which gave Wilder ample time to respond to Monk's question.

He first returned to Hollen's question: "Well, our team was hunting kobolds when we ran into a red dragon, and then the investigation team arrived at the scene."

"Oh, you guys are really unlucky."

Hollen shrugged.

Wilder gave him a grateful look, then answered Monk's question: "No one in our team understands Dragon Language."

He emphasized the incident again, then continued, "When I heard that dragon speak, I thought it was some kind of human saying something like, 'Go to hell!' and I told my teammates to run with me."

It is reasonable and well-founded.

In novels, villains often say this line when unleashing their ultimate attack, whether in their past life or this one.

Monk nodded thoughtfully.

So that's what it meant!

"Shall I go now?"

Wilder asked tentatively.

Monk and Harris were whispering something and ignored him.

"Be careful on the road. Come find me at the association if you have time; I'll be here these next few days!"

Hollen smiled and said to him.

"Alright! Goodbye, Instructor Hollen!"

He turned and left with Bros and Talia, and this time no one called him back.

We're finally safe.

Wilder breathed a long sigh of relief.

Their plan was to follow the numbered zone 9, all the way from the outer area A to the heart of the forest, in search of the Red Dragon's whereabouts.

According to the intelligence provided by the investigation team, it was attacked by a variety of freezing spells and took a solid hit from the combat skill [Judgment].

The injuries are extremely serious.

Meanwhile, five adventurers on the investigation team were seriously injured and are receiving treatment in Ironweave Town.

But the opportunity to hunt the red dragon could not be delayed, so they contacted Hollen to temporarily join, forming a temporary team of six.

The team split into two groups of three, each searching along the route from numbered sections 9 and 10 respectively.

"Wait me a moment."

Hollen suddenly crouched down. "Your shoelaces are loose."

"Horen, you really liked that kid from earlier?" Monk asked casually.

"You can tell?"

"Hmm, aside from that girl Fina, it's rare to see you so protective of any young man."

Monk said, "But that kid is actually pretty good. When we first appeared, if I'm not mistaken, the spell it was preparing was [Fireball]."

"Yes, it's quite remarkable to be able to learn a level three spell at this age."

Hollen stood up and said, "Alright, let's keep going."

"Um."

The three continued on their way.

Hollen slowed his pace and gradually walked behind Monk and Harris.

While the two people in front of him were chatting, he quietly slipped what he was holding into the inside pocket of his jacket.

A mushroom with a red skin.

Red amanita mushroom.

Hollen recognized the plant; in his youth, he often made money from it to buy alcohol.

Of course, he also knew that this was not something that should be on the outskirts of the forest.

In the dim light of the night, Hollen gave a slight smirk.

This kid—

Even I was fooled.

However, having experienced the battle between the survey team and the red dragon yesterday afternoon, he shouldn't have had time to go to the heart of the forest again.

Was that the girl who was in a coma who went there?

Why would he hide it?

On the other side of the forest.

Bruce had rested long enough and had fully recovered his strength.

At this moment, it was carrying Wilder and the unconscious Talia, returning to Ironweave Town at an extremely fast speed.

The forest was damp and quiet at night.

All that could be heard was Bruce's relentless footsteps.

It seemed to sense Wilder's anxiety and didn't rest once on the way back.

The genius was just beginning to emerge.

They arrived at Ironweave Town.

Wilder took off his coat and covered Talia with it, concealing the bloodstains on her robe.

As instructed by his mentor, Hollen, he applied half of the healing potion to Talia's wound on the way and fed her the other half.

The wound had stopped bleeding completely, but it hadn't healed as Hollen had said.

After all, that warrior's combat skills were definitely much stronger than the kobold's moves.

Talia still needs treatment.

However, Wilder did not take her to the Red House clinic.

He felt it was important not to reveal that Talia had both frostbite and sword wounds.

How should it be treated?

He immediately thought of someone.

After returning to the Colt Inn, he first carried Talia upstairs and placed her on his bed in his room.

Then he rode Bruce to another place.

No. 12, Niban Lane.

A short while later, Ella, who was on the first floor of the Colt Tavern, watched as an unfamiliar girl hurriedly followed Wild upstairs.

How————

Another one?

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