A "Girl" with Dreams

Chapter 92 A "Girl" with Dreams

Marcus had never seen such a beautiful person. Her light golden hair, as pale as wispy clouds, fell across her forehead, and her eyes were as bright as water. A beauty mark adorned the corner of her eye, making her look delicate and charming.

After all, Trissy isn't human; she's a mixed-race drow.

He could understand the excitement of being rescued, but she seemed a little too excited. He had only ever seen that look in the eyes of one kind of creature: a black panther roaming the jungle.

When those guys wanted to hunt, they had a look in their eyes that seemed to want to devour people alive.

"Are you alright?" Marcus asked.

Eileen nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling like bright stars in the night sky: "I'm fine. My name is Eileen Vishy. I live in Silver Mountain City. My hobbies are fashion design and jewelry making. I usually enjoy listening to Gladys' musicals—"

"No, no, no, I'm not here for a blind date. Are you from the Vixi family?"

"Yes—" Eileen keenly sensed the "Knight's" wariness upon hearing her name, and hesitated for a moment: "What's the problem?"

"The problem is huge, but the only problem right now is that my companions were poisoned by the snake people, and I just happened to accidentally kill these guys." Marcus sighed deeply. He didn't think that Eileen, whom Moraz had given to the snake people, would be the key to solving the problem.

He used his sword to cut the rope binding the woman, not even bothering to observe the large breasts beneath her pretty face, gritting his teeth and racking his brains for a solution.

Eileen twisted her aching wrist. The gradually returning sensation after a long period of numbness felt very unfamiliar to her. She groaned and wanted to touch her hottest abdomen.

Her soft moan distracted Marcus, who glanced back at her.

Her long, golden hair was scattered messily across her face and neck, and her blue and white dress was dirty, yet the perfect curves outlined by the heavy fruit were still easily visible.

But Serena is always suppressed by Big Head. Marcus's most pressing concern right now is how to get rid of the toxin.

The only solution he could think of was to pray to the feathered serpent god Kukulkan, who had disappeared somewhere, and call him "father" a few more times, hoping that the merciful serpent could grant him some help and remove the poison from the three of them.

He looked at Eileen, who was clutching her stomach, and asked in a heavy tone, "You've been poisoned?"

"Hmm—the snake people fed me some strange things. I hope it won't have any negative effects."

"Hopefully, those damn snake people, all they do is resort to dirty tricks!"

While continuing his cursing, Marcus casually asked, "Do you know where I can find the antidote?"

"Antidote—" Eileen gripped her sleeve, looking at the scene of corpses strewn across the ground, her face turning pale.

She often heard her colleagues say that business warfare is more dangerous than real combat, and every subtle and hard-to-detect piece of information can be the key to victory or defeat.

But business warfare is certainly not as disgusting as real combat; it's filled with primal bloodlust.

Eileen pointed to a corner where various plants were piled up: "That's where the snake-man took out the potion. If there's an antidote, it should be there."

"Okay." Marcus nodded, letting Eileen rest and adjust for a while, and walked alone to the wall piled with herbs.

He parted the various unfamiliar plants and discovered a huge wooden box hidden inside. He used his baton to break the lock and found all sorts of different kinds of glass-bottled medicines.

It was still a strange snake-themed story, which he couldn't understand. He asked Eileen, but she couldn't understand it either.

Since we can't understand it anyway, let's go wild!

With a fierce determination, and thinking of the gloom that clouded Trish's pretty face, Bardin, swaying but feigning strength, tore open the cork of the glass bottle and poured the emerald green potion into his mouth.

The sour, astringent, and spicy taste made him feel nauseous.

I experienced some tingling sensations, mainly from my internal organs, but the reaction was not strong.

This is poison; it's useless.

After drinking the second bottle, my eyes were covered with a thin mist that looked like a blood-red veil, but they returned to normal after blinking a few times.

Even poison that causes eye diseases is useless.

If Quetzalcoatl was truly willing to bestow blessings, Marcus believed that drinking these poisons would cause absolutely no harm; but if he wasn't, then so be it, he'd just have to accept this unofficial father for nothing.

"What are you doing?" Eileen felt her raised hand trembling. How could someone dare to put bottles of unfamiliar medicine into their mouth without knowing anything about it?

"If one of the test samples is normal, then it's the antidote."

Marcus felt the tattoo on his shoulder and the bronze mirror in his pouch tremble; they seemed to be amused by the warrior's straightforward and naive manner somewhere.

"But—sometimes even antidotes have side effects."

"I know."

"Eating so much might make you feel very uncomfortable."

"I know, but I have to try. After all, trust is a cunning burden, and they've entrusted it to me."

Eileen remained silent for a long time, watching the man testing the drugs one vial at a time; she didn't even know his name.

But if someone is willing to make such a sacrifice for their comrades, then they are definitely a knight.

After a long time, Marcus really couldn't tell if the potion was the antidote; these things all had obvious effects.

He was truly at his wit's end. Time was slipping away, and if things continued to drag on, things would only get more dangerous for Trish and the others.

"Serpent Father, Lord Feathered Serpent, Lord Smoke Mirror, Hagi Leopard, if you are watching, then hurry up and help me out. For the sake of my devout faith in you, I will offer you ten goblins and water ghosts after this is over. I mean what I say."

Prayer wasn't Marcus's style, but this mess was originally a dispute between Navatel and the snake people—of course, he wasn't sure about it either, but he needed to find a useful backer.

A faint, sweet fragrance brushed against Marcus's face. He looked up and saw Eileen crouching beside him, her hands cupping her cheeks, staring at him intently.

she?

Seriously? Friends, are you kidding me? She looks like a little girl who's having a crush.

The fragrance grew stronger, and Marcus's doubts deepened as he thought of the blood that the Vanatl people revered most.

If this is a strange suggestion, like an old witch always asking for things she's never heard of, then perhaps she needs to adapt to the Navatl way of thinking to get help.

He picked up a clean glass bottle and said with some difficulty, "Miss Eileen, I need your help."

"Oh, oh." Eileen hurriedly placed her hands on her knees. She had never felt the taste of blood so tempting. The face stained with the snake-man's filthy blood was resolute and distinct, and the features looked very young, probably no more than twenty years old.

"you say."

"Can you give me some of your blood?" Marcus drew his obsidian sacrificial knife. His face, which had been handsome and kind in Eileen's eyes, became ferocious because of his strange words.

He slowly approached the helpless "girl" like a lamb, grabbed her wrist, and, ignoring her strange moans, gently made a cut in his palm.

He grabbed my hand—"Eileen, you need to calm down. How many men have you been with?"

But how many men are like him, brimming with courage?

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