Chương 110: Philon on the Bed

The "Snow Woman with Fur Balls" transformed into black magical particles that slowly dissipated.

Xia En sheathed his sword.

He sighed.

Where's the promised kiss? Women of the demon race are truly untrustworthy.

"Shutark, well done."

He patted Shutark on the shoulder and praised the boy.

Shutark scratched his head sheepishly.

"Looks like my strategy of grabbing the other person's hair worked. Good thing, I didn't get a mouthful of hair for nothing."

Seeing the boy's relieved expression, Xia En chose to acquiesce.

"Yes, Shutark, you are very brave."

Just then.

Frillie's voice came from behind the two of them. The old man woke up just in time.

"Shane, something's not right with Philon."

Huhu— The girl's face flushed an unnatural red, and her forehead felt slightly feverish.

Xia En looked at her injured ankle, which was swollen higher than a steamed bun, and the entire ankle had turned purplish-red.

"Frilian, do you know the [monk's] [healing] magic?"

"I just used it on her, but it didn't work. I wonder if she injured her bones—" Xia En frowned. Whether it was a broken bone or an infected wound, a fever was not a good thing.

Without hesitation, he picked up Philon and carried her on his back.

"We can't stay in the snow any longer, let's find a place to rest first."

Shutark pulled out a map.

"There doesn't seem to be anywhere to rest around here."

Frillie glanced at the map.

"If I remember correctly—there's probably a village ahead."

"Villages? Weren't they supposed to be the last villages once you enter the [Swell Mountains]?"

"That's not an ordinary village, and strictly speaking, it's not even a village. They are the guardian family of the Sword of Heroes."

Xia En was taken aback.

Then he remembered, yes, there seems to be a Sword of Heroes in the Svir Mountains.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier.

Shaun carried Philon on his back, walking with uneven steps.

This time, it was Frilian's turn to drape the blanket over Philon.

Xia En found it amusing.

I don't even know what kind of luck I've had, always having to memorize this and that...

"You two are truly worthy of being master and apprentice."

"Um?"

"fine."

After turning around a snow-covered hill, a small village resembling a fortress came into view.

The entire village was surrounded by high city walls.

Shutark knocked on the village gate.

A pair of wary eyes immediately peeked out from the hole in the door, and after sizing up the crowd, a hint of surprise flashed across their faces.

Xia En could vaguely hear hurried messages being relayed from inside the door.

Not long after.

The village gates were wide open.

A little girl with pink hair rushed out like the wind.

"I've been waiting for you, Ms. Frillian."

Frillie looked at the little girl in front of her, expressionless.

"You're the current village chief? You're quite young—" The little girl tried her best to stand on tiptoe.

"Yes, I am the 49th village chief. The position of village chief is hereditary. Welcome to the Village of Swords."

1 They followed the little girl into the village.

The door behind me closed again.

"The situation in the mountains has been very serious recently. The mountain lord often comes to cause trouble, so we have to be on guard. Please forgive us."

"Mountain Lord? Has such a thing ever existed in this mountain?" Frilian asked in confusion.

The little girl sounded somewhat distressed.

"Yes, Ms. Frillian."

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "[Didn't we agree to come once every half century? You have no sense of time at all.] The above are the last words of my grandmother, the village chief two years ago."

Frillie was speechless.

Being 30 years late might not mean much to her, but for humanity it seems like— Just then, Philon let out a low whimper.

"I'll deal with the monsters later. Right now, there's a tricky matter that requires the village's help."

Frilian briefly explained Philon's situation.

The little girl's expression turned serious.

She immediately arranged for everyone to settle in an empty house nearby and sent someone to fetch the village's only monk.

"My grandfather, the monk, isn't particularly talented. He only knows basic disease diagnosis and a little bit of common detoxification. When people in our Sword Village get sick, they rely on herbs to cure them."

While the monks were examining Philen, the little girl whispered a slightly embarrassed explanation.

Xia En could understand.

After all, the village itself is very small.

It is already very rare to have a monk.

Everyone gathered around the bed, waiting anxiously.

On the bed, Philon was covered in sweat, his face was flushed, and he looked dizzy and unwell.

Frillie stepped forward, took her hand, and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Philon."

Philon looked at Frilian and then at Shane, and gave a faint smile.

"The bones are fine, but the wound is infected." The elderly monk stroked his beard and began searching through a notebook beside him.

"There's a prescription for treating infected wounds, but—it requires quite a few herbs. Hmm, this should be it."

As he spoke, he unfolded his notebook and handed it to Xia En.

Xia En took it and glanced at it. Indeed, it listed seven or eight kinds of medicinal herbs, and one of them was specially marked—

"Mushrooms growing under the [Ice Pillar Cherry] tree."

Frillie leaned over and saw the ingredients on the prescription.

The little village chief jumped up and down a few times, but still couldn't find the prescription. However, after hearing the name of the herb that Frilian mentioned, her little head immediately tilted.

"【Ice Pillar Cherry】Ah, I remember it grows near the 【Sanctuary】."

On the mountain not far away.

The "Sanctuary" mentioned by the little girl is the cave where the "Sword of the Hero" is located.

"Huh? You want me to stay and take care of Philon?"

Shutark was greatly alarmed.

"I... I... I have never taken care of a sick person before."

"Has Mr. Aize never been sick?"

"no."

Xia En was shocked.

No one has never been sick.

"Aize might not be. Even if he were hit by a poisoned arrow that could kill a dragon, he would still be alive and kicking. He's someone that Haita finds disgusting. In the ten years we've traveled together, I've never seen him get sick."

"Yeah, yeah."

Shutark looked terrified.

He's being asked to take care of a sick girl! That's horrible! He'd rather go out and carry two [lion boars] on his back right now —

"Don't panic, just make sure Philon drinks plenty of water."

"But----"

"No buts, if I let you and Frilian go look for it, who knows how long you two would get lost."

Shutark was frustrated.

The boy, clutching the water bottle, began to whisper Xia En's words: "Drink more water, drink more water—" Xia En bent down again and looked at Philon on the bed.

"Don't be afraid, Frilian and I will go to gather herbs right away. You won't feel so bad after you take the medicine."

Philon blushed, slightly out of breath, and nodded obediently.

She tugged at Xia En's sleeve and weakly advised, "Be careful.""

Xia En patted the girl's head and nodded with a smile.