Chapter 430: Wounded NPC?

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“Did you hear that? The Duke of York is attacking Victoria City!”

“What? Victoria City? I haven’t heard this name before!”

“You haven’t heard it before? That’s the group of barbarians living in Victoria Forest. They shouted excitedly and ran towards the people that they saw.”

“That kind… the kind which is rare.”

“Ah, I understand.”

…

This was what the residents of Golds.h.i.+re Town were gossiping about.

It was a popular topic as 3,000 Knights arrived at this desolate place and were ready to siege the barbarians in the forest.

The residents had deep sympathy for Victoria City. The enemies of the Duke of York didn’t have good endings.

In Golds.h.i.+re Town, a thin Human in a cloak listened to the gossip and grasped his cloak tightly before leaving.

The thin Human left Golds.h.i.+re Town and ran towards the distant Victoria Forest.

…

A few Humans were traveling fast in the thick woods.

The leader was Dragonborn, who was wielding the Crimson Sword.

He lowered his body and traveled rapidly among the trees. His eyes were focused in front, and his solemn expression was terrifying.

“Dragon…”

TakeASpearHit was about to speak when Softie covered his mouth, gesturing for him to be quiet. She was as solemn as Dragonborn.

Dragonborn glanced back and remained silent, then looked intently in front.

In the next instant, there was some movement in front. Dragonborn shouted, “Take action now!”

Dragonborn pounced forward and slashed the trees in front with his Crimson Sword. The tip of the Crimson Sword flashed, but he missed. A small bunny evaded the attack nimbly and dashed towards another bush. Before it reached its destination, an arrow flew over.

Softie fired the arrow from behind Dragonborn. The arrow brushed past Dragonborn’s ear and flew towards the bunny, missing by an inch and landing in the bush.

“That was too close. I almost shot my Dragonborn Bro!”

Softie felt fearful. Dragonborn stopped and looked intently at the bushes before turning his head to shout at Softie, “You shot a Human! No, you shot an NPC!”

…

Lancelot walked briskly on the streets of Victoria City. It wasn’t known when the rain started, but the roads became muddy.

Though the proposal of paving the roads was already submitted, there were too many jobs for the gamers to complete. The rocks supplied by Eternal Kingdom were also limited, and the gamers had to use great effort to mine for rocks. Hence, the paving of the roads was delayed.

More importantly, the gamers preferred building houses to paving the roads.

Lancelot’s destination was a private house.

To him, it was a private house. To the gamers, it was a Guild’s stronghold.

Lancelot didn’t know what the Guild called For that night with Sherlock was about. Was it a Labor Union? Commerce Guild? He was unable to figure it out!

Lancelot walked to the door and knocked.

Behind him were several observing gamers who were curious about the impending Plot.

“Zzzz ya.”

The wooden door opened, and a few gamers walked out. They looked around and said, “We asked for Untouchable. Why is Lancelot here? Can he heal?”

A befuddled gamer asked Lancelot whether he could heal.

“Let me take a look. I know some basic first aid.” Lancelot pushed open the door and walked in.

There were many gamers inside the house, and the air was turbid. Lancelot could barely breathe. The air was filled with various stenches that he couldn’t endure.

But he frowned and walked in. He saw a wounded person lying on an extremely dirty bed.

The wounded person had an intact arrow impaled in their chest, which was stained by fresh blood. The gamers didn’t treat the wound at all.

The pale, wounded person was wearing a black cloak. She had white skin and looked like a very young girl.

“How long has she been wounded?”

Lancelot removed his armor and walked to a basin of water. When he looked at the dirty water, he was taken aback. He decided not to wash his hands.

“About half an hour.”

“Wah, are you capable? Don’t kill off our prop.”

“How do you know it’s a Strange Encounter? Perhaps it’s a coincidence.”

“This must be a Strange Encounter! Have you shot an NPC before?”

“Someone in Eternal Kingdom shot at Brainiac and Sherlie.”

“Gosh, that gamer is so cool. Is he bragging?”

The gamers started chatting wildly.

Lancelot was used to these gamers, who would use every opportunity to chat regardless of the situation.

They weren’t cold-blooded. Lancelot was saved by them before. They used their bodies to s.h.i.+eld Lancelot from vicious attacks.

He was just feeling puzzled.

Lancelot nodded, unable to wait any longer. If he didn’t stop the bleeding, the girl would die. He had to make haste.

Lancelot walked over to the girl and said to the gamers at the side, “You go out first. She’s a girl, and there are too many eyes. She’ll be embarra.s.sed later.”

The gamers were unhappy.

“What? You can see, but we can’t?”

“Shucks! R-18?”

“Is there such a restriction in the game?”

“What? That exciting?”

“She’s flat-chested. What’s there to see?”

“Make haste! What gal haven’t I seen before? Don’t be ridiculous!”

The gamers followed his instructions and left the house. Those who were unwilling to leave were dragged out by their comrades. It was a Strange Encounter NPC, so all of the gamers were very concerned, especially Softie.

Lancelot made a few female gamers stay back to provide a.s.sistance.

The gamers who weren’t selected shouted various things.

“Gos.h.!.+ I should have created a female account!”

“Trash, why don’t you create a female account?”

“I like to roleplay a male character!”

“Once the marriage system is implemented, you’ll definitely suffer!”

Lancelot noticed that the expressions of the female gamers were strange, as though they were antic.i.p.ating something.

What were they expecting?

Lancelot didn’t understand, but he didn’t think too much.

“Hold her down,” Lancelot said. He had to take out the arrow before cleaning the wound and stopping the bleeding.

Then he would hand her over to the Elf Untouchable, who was the only one with Healing Mana Skills, or d.u.c.h.ess Lilo. No, she was now Queen Victoria. Perhaps she knew Healing Mana Skills too. But it was inappropriate for a Queen to treat a stranger.

He had to strip her clothing. He mumbled an apology and tore off her clothes.

Flat.

Lancelot had this thought.

He shook his head and dismissed all other thoughts, focusing on saving the young girl.

He completed the first few basic steps of first aid. The rest of the procedures had to be completed by the Elf. When she awoke, he would ask her, “Why did you come close to Victoria City? Didn’t you see the warning signs of a private territory?”