Arcane Journey

Chapter 49 Shisaiah

"Is it convenient to come in?" Brian greeted the glimmering cave.

"Please wait"

There was a weak moan and a weak voice sucking in air.

Hearing this, Brian stood there and waited patiently for a while.

He guessed that the girl inside should be bandaging the wound, and it was easy to think of the reason why he was asked to wait.

After all, when he rescued the opponent, he already knew how serious the injury of this stubborn sword mage was.

In fact, when he met the sword mage, apart from wanting to test her identity, he was also a little worried about her injuries.

It would be very embarrassing if the person I managed to save died here again due to serious injuries.

"Okay, come in."

After a long while, the sword mage seemed to have recovered a bit, and said in a quite calm tone.

Brian walked in calmly.

In the narrow cave, the only source of light is a floating ball of light produced by the technique of light.

Through the soft light, it can be seen that the sword mage's most eye-catching rune sword is glowing with silver luster, and she puts it in a place that can be easily taken by her.

It can be seen from this that the owner of the Rune Sword is still wary of him.

Bryan looked over the pile of bloody bandages and a stripped coat on the ground, and finally landed on the sword mage.

From the moment the two met, until now, this was the first time he had seriously looked at the sword mage who had fallen into trouble in the Underdark.

He saw the girl in front of him sitting on a stone slab with her hands flat on her knees, her delicate face revealing the price she had paid for her previous impulse.

Her slightly disheveled brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair hanging on her forehead were tangled with sweat on her pale side face.

The girl's upper body was wearing a thin white silk shirt, which was opaque, but the soft silk material was completely attached to her body, revealing a slender and soft figure.

Although she raised her head firmly to meet his gaze and smiled at him, her body seemed unable to bear the confidence brought by her smile, making her look weak and charming.

"To bother you." Brian withdrew his gaze and spoke first.

His tone was very light and calm, making it impossible to hear any real thoughts.

"It's not an interruption."

The sword mage gave him a smile, his slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and a touch of pain floated across his cheeks inadvertently, but she quickly took it back, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Brian." He answered truthfully.

"My name is Hesaiah." After the girl finished speaking, her silver-gray eyes flickered slightly, and she asked with a smile, "Can we sit down and talk?"

Brian glanced at her thoughtfully, and sat on a rock not far away, keeping a certain distance from her.

"Brian"

The sword mage Hesaiah whispered to himself, and then said, "I'm very sorry, for such an outstanding fighter as you, I have never heard your name in the Battle Mage Legion, you are"

"That's because I'm not a member of the Battle Mage Legion at all."

Brian interrupted her meaningful words, and calmly said his life experience that he had already arranged, "A battle mage who didn't swear allegiance to the royal family, how could his name be recorded in the book, you haven't heard of it That's normal too."

"But in the previous battle." Hesaiah was stunned, and asked suspiciously, "I can clearly feel the sharpening energy shaped by the spell you released."

"Actually, I'm from Mokou Town."

Brian replied without blushing, "My magic is inherited from a war mage mentor. Unfortunately, in the year of flames and despair, the whole town was destroyed by the red dragon, and I am blessed by the goddess of luck , luckily survived to this day.”

"The Year of Flame and Despair."

Sword mage Hesaiah muttered to herself, with a hint of sadness in her expression. Through her long eyelashes, she met Brian's calm eyes and said sympathetically:
"So, you have already encountered misfortune before you joined the Battle Mage Legion in the future. I deeply regret what happened to you. The gods are really cruel."

"It's been so long, there's nothing to regret."

Brian smiled nonchalantly, and took out a bottle of healing potion from his dimensional bag. He deliberately shook it in front of her to make it glow slightly red, and then he said:
"This is a bottle of healing potion I found on the drow. If you don't mind, use it. This will speed up your recovery."

With a thought, the healing potion slowly floated in front of Hesaiah under the effect of telekinesis.

Seeing that the other party received it without thinking, Brian frowned. He got up from the stone and said goodbye: "If there is nothing else, I will withdraw first. You can rest well."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Brian took two steps, the sword mage behind him suddenly stopped him.

"Can you do me a favor?" Hisaiah looked at Brian's back, struggled with his eyes, and said softly, "Can you help me treat the wound on my back?"

Brian turned around and didn't speak. He just looked at the embarrassed sword mage with intriguing eyes.

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly became awkward.

Finally, he coughed dryly, broke the silence, and said to Hesaiah, "Why are you in a daze, didn't you say you asked me to help you treat the wound, then you took off your clothes."

"Huh? Then I will trouble you."

Hesaiah froze for a moment, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

She took a deep breath to calm down the chaotic atmosphere, then quickly raised her head and glanced at Brian, and there was no wave in his dark eyes.

This kind of calm gaze made her feel extra at ease for no reason, so she unbuttoned her shirt generously, and slowly took off the silk shirt on her upper body.

Immediately, the girl's slender and soft body was left with only a corset that exposed her shoulders and a full upper half.

Against the backdrop of the soft light, the large expanse of white and jade-like skin presents a hazy beauty.

At this time, Brian was not in the mood to appreciate this breastless girl.

Because he was already shocked by the large amount of bright red blood stained on the shirt the other party took off.

Unexpectedly, the sword mage resisted the pain and pretended to chat with him calmly for a while, but he never saw the clue.

"Turn around." He sat down in front of Hesaiah and suggested to her.

The girl with her hands crossed her chest hesitated to look at him, but honestly chose to do so.

Brian looked at the curve of Sisaiah's back, carefully passed his fingers over her jade-white shoulders, brushed aside the long loose hair, and checked the shocking scars left on it.

The scariest one he saw was the sharp thorns of the purple worm scratched from the left shoulder to the slender waist, and the others were scratches left after hitting the stone wall.

When his hand touched her skin, he didn't know whether it was pain or tension, he obviously felt the other's body tense up suddenly, and traces of blackened blood leaked from the deep wound.

"Relax, there's nothing to be nervous about."

Brian gently unbuttoned her corset from behind, threw it aside, and teased in a frivolous tone: "I'm afraid I've slept with more girls than you have ever seen. In my opinion, That’s exactly what it is.”

"That's why I'm more nervous."

Feeling the coolness in the air, Hesaiah wrapped her arms around her breasts. She heard the meaning of the other person's words, her body gradually relaxed, and she pretended to respond to him with a calm smile.

"Why?" Brian asked curiously, looking at her graceful back.

This girl was more self-cultivated than he had imagined. With her upper body naked and her back turned to a stranger like him, she was able to chat and laugh with him calmly, which was really rare.

"Because I am unique, you should know that only what you can't get will make people want to move, and it has nothing to do with the quantity."

Sisaiah sucked in the cold air, brushed a strand of hair that was wet with cold sweat on her forehead, showing an arrogant expression that Brian couldn't see, and said with a smile, "But don't worry, if one day I have the idea of ​​finding a partner , in view of the fact that you saved my life many times today, I will also include you in the scope of my investigation."

"Then I'm really honored. By the way, are you praising yourself in disguise?"

Brian took out a clean cloth, poured out some light green liquid, and wiped the wound on her back, not taking her joke to heart.

As he gently wiped, Hesaiah's body trembled slightly due to the pain, gasped for air from time to time, and uttered low moans containing pain, which made his heart itchy unbearably.

"It's not boasting, it's a kind of self-confidence that comes from the heart." Hesaiah endured the pain and answered through gritted teeth.

"I think it's my self-confidence." Brian cleaned the wound carefully, and replied with a smile, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have been caught in the Underdark."

"." The confident sword mage was speechless.

She quietly felt the coolness and burning pain brought by the gentle wipe on her back. She was silent for a while, and finally sighed softly, swallowing what she wanted to say again.

"Lord of Araby City, what is the relationship between Myrcella Lauer and you?" Brian asked abruptly after deliberating for a moment.

When Hesaiah heard this, his expression was shocked, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and he didn't understand how the Battle Mage behind him knew.

She swung her long hair and turned her head, and almost brought a pair of astonishingly full breasts to Brian, so that she was involved in the wound on her back and groaned in pain.

"Duke Myrcella, she is my sister." She calmed down, remained silent for a while, and said slowly.

"elder sister?"

Brian raised his eyebrows, ignoring the plump couple passing by.

The movement of his hands also stopped, and he pressed on the girl's fragrant shoulder, showing a thoughtful look.

Because he had never heard of the Grand Duchess of Araby City having a younger sister.

"Could it be the illegitimate daughter of the Raul family?" He felt unbelievable for his inner thoughts.

It was the same in the Kingdom of Cormyr, the status of illegitimate children was very low, especially those prominent nobles.

It is absolutely impossible for them to spend such a high price to make her a sword mage and advance to a chaos messenger, and it is even more impossible for them to give her a purple dragon seal ring.

Besides, given Hesaiah's age, apart from his strength, it is impossible for him to have any qualifications and achievements to obtain the seal of the Purple Dragon.

Originally, he wanted to continue asking, but he clearly felt that the other party didn't seem to want to bring up this topic, so he could only suppress his doubts in the end.

"Okay, put on your clothes." After a while, Brian bandaged the wound, waved his hand, and used cleaning techniques to clean up the blood on his hands.

"Thank you."

Hisaiah relaxed, showing a relieved smile, expressing his gratitude.

After quickly putting on and tidying up his clothes, he drank a bottle of healing potion.

As her injuries and physical strength gradually recovered, she got up from the stone slab, straightened her slightly disheveled brown-red hair, and came to Brian.

"I'm very sorry, I don't like to lie." She stretched out her right hand to him and said slightly apologetically, "So, there are some things... I can only choose to remain silent."

"Understandable." Brian shook her hand and shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm not that bored yet."

He found that the sword mage who recovered his strength seemed to be a different person.

He met her gaze, just in time to see a pair of silver-gray eyes gleaming under a slender eyebrow, the dignified beauty strangely projected powerful strength and sharp wisdom.

Only then did Brian realize it.

The appearance of the sword mage in front of him, except for his eye-catching hair color and eyes, is more similar to that of the Grand Duchess Raul of Araby City, the two have almost nothing in common, which makes him even more suspicious.

"However, there is one thing I can assure you."

Hesaiah sighed softly, stared at Brian, rubbed the purple dragon seal ring on his fingers, and said in a rather solemn tone, "The Kingdom of Cormyr has never forgotten the town of Mokou in the rocky wasteland."

"Rest early, let's go to the dark woodland next stop."

Brian didn't bother to talk to her, left a word, turned and left.

Hearing these words, Hesaiah froze in place in bewilderment.

She watched the back of the battle mage leaving, and whispered to herself in doubt, "Strange, did I say something wrong?..."

(End of this chapter)