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"We will definitely repay you in the future."

"No need to rush. If you encounter any danger, we will help you."

"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" The Half-Elf was ecstatic, almost wanting to kowtow to Kana.

However, Kana had already dismounted from the Land Bird and helped him up immediately.

The boss's kowtow, that was not something he could accept.

"Lead the way, we need to see what kind of help you really need." Kana said directly, without any delay.

"Healing, we need healing. We have too many injured people. And my wife, if nothing is done, she might..."

Seeing the urgency on the Half-Elf's face, Kana squatted down and placed his hands on the Half-Elf's shoulders.

"Don't worry, there will be a way. We also have healers here."

After Kana spoke, Blake, who was riding on the Land Bird, raised his hand and Holy Light appeared in his palm.

"Holy Light, it's Holy Light. Oh my! Praise the Holy Light, praise you!"

He suddenly became ecstatic.

"Come on up, Bobo can take him." After all, Bobo had a big empty spot there.

"Come on, Half-Elf. You're in such a hurry, you can't be dawdling." Bobo waved.

Seeing Bobo, the Half-Elf was also a bit delighted and swiftly climbed onto the Land Bird as it crouched down.

"Thank you, Ratman Scholar," said the Half-Elf.

Hearing such an address, Bobo smiled brightly—it had been so long since she last heard such an official title.

The eyes of this Half-Elf showed respect.

How long had it been since she saw such a look?

Not disdain, not fear, not curiosity.

Clearly, this Half-Elf was someone knowledgeable.

"Don't worry, Kana is really capable," Bobo comforted.

Under the lead of the Half-Elf, they quickly crossed the grassland.

Approaching nightfall, they were nearly at the beach.

However, this path did not lead to the beach where Kana and the others landed, but further to the right of the beach.

Clearly, the landing spot wasn't a good one.

As they rushed forward.

"Who?! Who is there?" The Half-Elf's vigilant voice came from nearby—apparently, there was someone on guard here.

"It's me!"

"Beget, Beget is back!"

"Oh my, you've finally returned."

"Did you find help? Is there any town here?"

Chatter could be heard all around, and Kana and the others glanced around.

They were almost by the coast, but it clearly wasn't a good landing spot.

Under the moonlight, they could still see the ships anchored nearby.

That huge ship was already dilapidated, almost reduced to a pile of wood.

It was hard to believe that this group of Half-Elves managed to dock under these conditions, relying on that broken ship.

A simple camp was set up around, visible through torchlight, with Half-Elves lying everywhere.

They could even see a heap of corpses roughly covered with grass leaves not far away.

"Beget, you... better go and see, Charlia might..."

"What!" The Half-Elf, who brought Kana and the others here, heard this and jumped down from the Land Bird immediately.

Staggering upon landing, he fell to the ground.

Using his hands and feet to crawl a few steps forward, he hurriedly ran, almost tripping again midway.

He threw himself beside a pile of boards, where another Half-Elf lay.

Kana and the others followed.

The surrounding Half-Elves were not too wary of Kana and the others, given their current situation.

They had nothing to their names, not even much life left.

On the board lay a female Half-Elf, her wounds exaggeratedly severe.

If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, most would only assume she was dead.

Her body was covered with wounds, most of which were festering, even emitting a slight stench.

"Her blood has been drained," Alyris seemed to have noticed something and said.

"Seems they've encountered those damned vampire creatures," Blake said, full of disgust.

He was naturally referring to the Blood Race.

"Master, save her, please," Beget crawled over on his knees, holding Blake's leg while pleading.

Only Holy Light could save her.

Blake squatted down and nodded, "I'll do my best."

Taking a deep breath, he knelt beside the female Half-Elf, closed his eyes, and a large amount of Holy Light flickered from his hands.

The Holy Light poured into the body of the female Half-Elf, fortunately, he had previously used Holy Light to treat those centaurs.

Not lacking experience, even if Holy Light flowed into the wounded's body, healing effects would still occur even without deliberate guidance.

As the Holy Light penetrated, many tiny wounds on the female Half-Elf began to heal, but the larger wounds showed no sign of healing.

After quite a while, Blake withdrew the Holy Light, seeing no improvement in the female Half-Elf before him, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Her status is too poor, she doesn't even have enough blood flow in her body. Even Holy Light is powerless."

This situation was almost identical to Ichard's back then, though not as exaggerated as Ichard's situation.

"No, Charlia, she's still alive. Save her, please, I can't... can't lose her.

She is my wife, I... no..."

Beget was filled with sobs, his voice full of sorrow, almost incoherent.

"I'm sorry," Blake could only say softly, sighing and shaking his head helplessly.