Are you a widow?

Chapter 93 Are you a widow?

Marcus tore off a piece of his shirt and used it to bandage the bleeding wound on Eileen's palm, gently asking the girl, whose brow was furrowed in pain, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Eileen shook her head gently, looking at the rough linen on her left hand and her strong, powerful hands.

She pressed her lips tightly together, a strange courage rising within her, and in a voice as faint as a fly's buzz, asked the man bandaging her wound, "Are you an adventurer? May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"Marcus Norfitz." Marcus observed Eileen, who seemed to be lost in some strange mood. He had no idea from Victor that this lady of the Vichy family was actually a little girl prone to strange fantasies.

After the wound was bandaged, Marcus casually added, "From Riverside Town."

To his surprise, Eileen showed no surprise whatsoever. She must have known about the conflict between her family and Linhe Town. Instead, she had a bright smile on her face, her eyes crinkling with a gentle smile.

"What a coincidence, actually my family also comes from Linhe Town, Mr. Norfitz."

"————" Marcus was momentarily speechless, so he picked up the container half-filled with blood, waved for Eileen to leave.

The two passed through the altar littered with the corpses of snake people and returned to the labyrinthine ruins. As they stepped into the first corner of the way back, he saw a delirious Victor, his face pale, his lips trembling, struggling to support himself with his sword, dragging his feet forward with difficulty.

"Sir?" Marcus called out, but Victor did not respond. He seemed to be in a trance-like state, oblivious to everything happening in the outside world except for the constant repetition of prayers.

The warrior approached the priest and found that his pupils were almost dilated, but his strong will still supported his body.

"For Tyr—"

"Who is this?" Eileen followed closely behind, equally surprised by Victor's condition.

"Victor Waldo, the priest of Tyr, a stubborn fool, give me a hand." Marcus grabbed Victor's waist and arms in a strong-man lock-on position, pinching his chin with his large hand, indicating that Eileen should feed her blood to the priest.

Is this really useful?

Not only Marcus was suspicious, but even Eileen was worried about this matter. If it was useful, it meant that her body had been ravaged by the snake people into something inexplicable.

If it doesn't work, Viktor and the other two will die.

Blood flowed into Viktor's mouth, the warm liquid feeling like magma. He convulsed and roared, trying to break free of his restraints.

"I am—"

"Stop fussing, sir, we have things to do!" Marcus elbowed Victor on the back of the neck, the precise and powerful technique sending the resolute priest into a deep sleep.

He groaned and slumped limply into Marcus's arms. His resolute and unwavering action made Eileen wonder if this was truly her companion.

Regardless, the matter had to be resolved. Marcus carried the priest forward with one hand, while his right hand held the sword, vigilantly observing any potential threats.

The snake people—they seem to have vanished, either killed off or hidden elsewhere?

Returning to the spot where Trissy and Bardin were poisoned, Marcus looked at the dying drow lying on the ground, along with his dear dwarf companion, and immediately threw the troublesome priest to the ground.

"Hakis! Bardeen!"

He hurried to Cui Xisi's side, gazing at her bloodshot eyes that had dimmed, and brushed back the long, thin silver hair that had fallen onto her cheek. Her body temperature was much colder than usual, turning from an air conditioner into an ice cave.

"Am I dead? —" Zhuo'er asked weakly.

"Of course not, I brought the antidote! Don't be confused."

Zhuo Er's lips moved, curving into a beautiful smile: "I know, I just wanted to tease you."

As Marcus fed the blood to Trish and Bardin respectively, he felt something inexplicably gripping his heart.

If the drow and the dwarves die here, can he forgive himself? Because of his carelessness, recklessness, and impulsiveness, he has repeatedly put the team in danger.

Yes, Marcus, you can't let them die, even if it means your own death, you absolutely cannot let this happen!

Eileen's blood seemed to have some effect; the gloom on the drow's face lessened, and the dwarf's bright red nose became dull. Bardin must have been drinking again just now, and it was strong liquor, no less.

Marcus looked at the bottle of brandy at Bardeen's feet and became even more certain of this fact.

He picked up the brandy, shook it, and found there was still half a bottle left. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. Bardin mumbled, "Leave some for me, tough guy, this is good—"

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

Their condition was improving, Marcus was certain of it, and they would definitely feel better after a good night's sleep.

Otherwise, I'll smash the mirror in my bag, and the parchment of the thick zither, and throw it all into the trash!

He breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down against the wall, and the tension in his heart eased a little. Drops of nervousness slid down his forehead, and when he touched his face, he found it was covered in blood.

"Miss Eileen, let's rest for a while. Once they've recovered, we'll immediately—" Marcus's tongue suddenly slurred.

Where should Eileen go?

Silver Mountain City? Impossible. He doesn't have time to escort a young lady to a city in the north, especially since her family is at the center of the vortex in Linhe Town.

He turned his head to look at Miss Visi, who was leaning against the high wall. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, half her face buried in her arms, and her eyes were calmly gazing at the distant night sky.

"Go to Linhe Town." Her tone was firm, as if she had made a decision.

"In fact, you can't go anywhere except Riverside Town, unless you want to squeeze in with the snake people—" Marcus took a sip of brandy, holding Drow's cold hand, hoping it would bring her some warmth: "So what happened after that? After arriving in town, your two brothers, Moraka and Moraz, were exercising the noble power they were entitled to. When I heard your surname, I had a certain thought for a moment."

"Give up, is that right? I understand." Eileen's somber voice came from within the fabric. Anyone who knows the history of Linhe Town would understand what the Visi family's prosperity was built upon.

This kind of thing is common in many places—exploitation and oppression—but common does not equal right.

"No, I was just wondering why that old bastard Morgan has such a beautiful daughter."

Eileen turned around abruptly, staring incredulously at Marcus's straightforward tone, especially at the hand that was tightly gripping Drow's.

"Mr. Norfitz, it is not gentlemanly to flirt with other ladies when you have a female companion by your side."

"————" Marcus was silent for three seconds, then decided he couldn't go against his original intention and had to say what was on his mind: "Are you a widow? Your husband has been dead for many years, and you like young, strong, tough guys like me."

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