novellk Chapter 83 Eileen
Chapter 83 Eileen
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In a clearing deep in the forest, Roger waved for twenty rearguard members to catch up with the main force, while he slowly sat down under a thick pine tree.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of pine needles and fallen leaves, making it quite soft and comfortable to sit on.
He needed to stop here briefly to confirm whether the pirates were pursuing him.
He raised his injured right arm and examined it carefully in the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves.
There was a gruesome wound about seven or eight centimeters long on his wrist, with the flesh turned outwards and blood still seeping out, staining the entire sleeve red.
The situation was urgent, and Roger hadn't uttered a sound. Now that his nerves had relaxed a little, waves of pain surged through him.
The pain was still within his tolerance level, and Roger remained expressionless, not even frowning.
I tried moving my fingers, and thankfully, although they were a little numb, they could still bend flexibly, so it seems that the bones and tendons were not injured.
He was just a hair's breadth away from losing his arm.
The power of a fifth-tier leader unit is indeed terrifying.
The soft crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves reached Rogge's ears, and he knew who it was without turning around.
Eileen did not leave with the main group, but walked to his side.
The girl lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stroking her clothes, as if she wanted to say something to him, but hesitated several times before speaking.
"Why didn't you leave?" Roger asked calmly.
When Eileen heard his voice, her body trembled slightly. She glanced at him quickly, then lowered her head again and whispered, "I—I'll stay and help you."
Roger paused for a moment, but did not urge the girl to leave.
Eileen stood there, watching Roger clutching his arm, and bit her lip.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered up her courage and went to stand in front of Roger.
Why didn't you bandage your wound?
Roger was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't have anything to bandage. My clothes are too dirty to use."
"I'll have to wait until we get to camp; there will be a medic there to treat me!"
Roger knew that he had been wearing his coat for more than half a month, and it was filthy with sweat and blood stains.
Bandaging a wound with such strips of cloth will only cause infection.
In this era of scarce medical resources, infection is far more deadly than wound, often meaning death!
Eileen looked down at Roger's blood-stained clothes, then at his still-bleeding wound, and a look of anxiety appeared on her face.
"Use—use my clothes, I just changed into them a few days ago when I went to the fortress—"
Eileen suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, but it reached Roger's ears clearly in the quiet forest.
Roger looked at her, somewhat taken aback: "What did you say?"
Eileen did not reply.
She took a deep breath, untied the hunting bow from her back and placed it on the ground. Under Rogge's surprised gaze, she first took off her relatively heavy chainmail, revealing the linen outer garment underneath.
The girl's movements were decisive and swift.
She lifted the hem of her coat and tried to tear it inside, but the shirt inside was made of a very sturdy material, and she couldn't tear off a piece of fabric despite her great effort.
Eileen's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at Roger somewhat shyly.
She gritted her teeth and simply took off the entire linen coat.
The bright moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the girl.
She wore a faded linen shirt underneath, with fine stitches, clearly meticulously sewn.
The shirt clung to her body, outlining the girl's slender waist and budding curves.
Rogge's breath hitched slightly as he struggled to look away, gazing into the dark, dense forest in the distance—
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Eileen's cheeks flushed even more.
She turned her back to Roger and slowly took off her white shirt.
The girl was wearing a vest underneath, which was rather short, revealing her smooth, jade-like waist, which shimmered with a white luster under the moonlight.
Soon, she put her linen coat back on, and when she turned around, she was already holding the white shirt in her hand.
She didn't look at Roger, but kept her head down, carefully cutting the shirt into long strips of fabric with a dagger.
Looking at her serious expression, Roger felt a mix of emotions welling up inside him.
The girl was extremely honest with him; it was more like a friendship and trust forged through shared life-and-death experiences.
He simply extended his injured right arm silently, letting the girl do as she pleased.
Eileen looked up at him.
She gently grasped Roger's arm and carefully bandaged it.
"Does it hurt?" Eileen asked anxiously.
"It's alright." Roger shook his head. "Keep going, stopping the bleeding is the priority! We'll have the doctor treat it again when we get back!"
Eileen nodded and said nothing more.
She first used the remaining fabric from her shirt to gently wipe away the blood around the wound, then wrapped the remaining strips of cloth around Roger's arm wound.
"Did you often bandage people's wounds before?" Roger couldn't help but ask.
"Um.
""
As Eileen wrapped the bandage around her arm, she answered softly, "My brother also gets hurt often. He's always disobedient, and he always comes back covered in injuries from going out."
When she mentioned Olsen, her voice became much lower and her eyes dimmed.
Rogge fell silent.
He remembered the man whose hands were nailed to the door, his empty right eye, and the scars all over his body.
Roger whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, he'll be fine, I promise!"
"With proper rest and recuperation, he will definitely survive."
Eileen looked up and gave him a grateful look.
"Thank you, Captain Roger. If it weren't for you, my sister, the villagers, and I would all be dead today!"
My brother couldn't be saved either.
We had already agreed that if we couldn't get help, we would rescue them ourselves!
She paused, bit her lip, and continued, "And—I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier—"
"If I hadn't been so reckless as to stand there and shoot arrows, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
At this point, the girl's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked with emotion.
Looking at her guilty expression, Roger shook his head: "It's not your fault! You've done very well!"
"Back at the village entrance, if you hadn't shot that wolfhound with an arrow, Ragnar would be dead!"
"Really?"
Eileen looked up in disbelief.
"Of course it's true!" Roger nodded seriously. "Your archery skills are excellent! You're the best archer I've ever seen!"
Practice hard from now on, and I'll get you the best bow. You'll definitely become a great archer someday!
""
Hearing Roger's praise, Eileen's cheeks flushed slightly.
She lowered her head, quickly tied the last piece of bandage, and said with a hint of pride, "How's that? I've finished bandaging!"
Roger moved his arm, and the wound was carefully bandaged. The bleeding stopped, and the tightness of the bandage relieved his pain.
"Great! Thank you!" Roger said sincerely.
As night fell, Roger sat under a pine tree for a while, accompanied by Eileen.
"It seems they've given up the pursuit."
"Let's go, they should be waiting for us up ahead."
"Um."
Eileen nodded, silently stood up, and followed Rogge.
The girl didn't understand why Rogge was leaning against the pine tree with his back to the road he came from, yet he still couldn't see the pirates!
But she didn't ask any more questions, picked up the hunting bow from the ground, and followed behind Roger.
The two walked silently through the dense forest, one in front of the other.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The forest was quite quiet, with only the soft rustling of the two people stepping on the crisp fallen leaves and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance.
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The eerie hooting of owls echoed through the woods from time to time. Suddenly, Ge remembered his beloved little snowy owl, which had flown away some time ago and never returned—
Meanwhile, in the main building of a castle to the east, a beautiful young girl was feeding a snowy white owl strips of fresh meat.
"Nono! Thank you for waking me up in time, you saved my life—"