C202 Probing for Suspected Clouds(part Iii)

"Sob, sob, sob …" "The Man Rabbit, Ryder, seemed to have returned to normal as he moaned," No... Don't...! "

"Are you begging me now?" "Arthur stepped forward with his sword, ready to take Ryder's head off.

"No!" Ryder was not speaking to Arthur at all. As if he saw something he wanted to grab, he raised his remaining left hand and grabbed the air.

"Don't kill them!" No! Daddy! Mom! he cried.

"See the vision?" Arthur hesitated.

"No!" He let go of his hand and lay motionless in the pool of blood as the rabbit-man screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Lai, Ryder?" Bedivere walked over and whispered.

Too late. They were killed. I can't do anything. I'm a useless wimp. "Ryder said lifelessly, his breath slowly fading away.

"Arthur..." Bedivere turned to Arthur and said.

"I know what you want to say, but no." "This kid has to die." Arthur said coldly, his voice cold as it had never been before. I can't stand him betraying us again. "

"He must have his reasons for doing this!" "Bedivere argued," "He already knows his wrongs, you must —"

"What's going on?" Duke Hall asked as soon as he arrived with the other Knights.

"…." The spy was on the spot. Arthur said as he put the Excalibur back into its sheath.

"No!" Big brother Ryder! "Constantine rushed forward and looked at the dying rabbit in the pool of blood.

"How cruel!" What have you done to him! You demon! the boy scolded.

Arthur did not answer.

"…." I'm sorry, Arthur. "Tristan suddenly ran over," I won't just watch Xiao Xue die like this. "

He cast an ice magic and immediately froze Ryder who was on the verge of death.

"…." Tristan, thank you. Bedivere replied.

"You can sew him together, can't you?" Bedivere looked at Constantine pleadingly.

"Give it to me." Constantine swallowed his saliva.

Arthur quietly reached out to pull the sword out. If he had used his sword at this moment, he would definitely be able to cut Ryder who was frozen in ice into pieces, and would definitely not be able to repair anything.

And then the world was quiet.

But then, the Duke Hall grabbed Arthur's hand and shook his head: "Let go of me and let me go. "

Arthur looked at Hall, then at Bedivere, and in the blink of an eye, his gaze turned towards Constantine as if begging. In the end, he was still unable to make a move.

Ten minutes later, the Knights were busy moving the frozen Ryder on a stretcher.

Only then did Bedivere have the time to look at the Draconians Demonic Statue that was quietly standing by the side.

"Sir, are you..."

"I am the first machine created by Great Magister Merlin. My name is Bols. "This is the first time we've met," the Draconians Demonic Statue said. "

"Then, Mr. Bols …" Bedivere looked at the demonic statue that was glowing with a silver light. He felt a sense of nostalgia and familiarity.

"Sorry, and..." Thank you. After Bedivere finished speaking, two streams of tears flowed out from his eyes without any reason.

"Huh?" Weird, I don't know why, but I cried for no reason at all … I am truly lacking in manners … "It's the first time we've met," he said, wiping his eyes. "

Draconians Demonic Statue looked at Bedivere. He didn't have any expression on his face, it was unknown if it was because the Demon Statue couldn't have any expression in the first place, or because the Demon Statue didn't have any feelings. He said, "Your Excellency is crying for no reason. I'm afraid there's a problem with your lacrimal gland. It is recommended that you have medical supervision as soon as possible." Then, I will take my leave. "

The Draconians Demonic Statue flapped its wings and flew away.

"Let's go back, Bedivere." Arthur replied.

"Yes." "Yes, Werewolf Boy agreed and followed Arthur.

The next morning. There were still three days until the battle between Arthur and Duke Hall.

"What?" Another operation? Guinevere asked, "Who is it this time?" "

"Un, it's big brother Ryder." Constantine replied.

"…." The rabbit? Guinevere sighed, "Does Arthur not know what being lenient means?" "

Two hours later, Guinevere was lost in thought as she watched the Ryder within the Clinic.

The man with the rabbit skin had lost a hand, and his internal organs were in disarray. What a serious injury.

Even so, by relying on the fact that Constantine was a Divine Hand, he could still be saved. However, what made Guinevere the most worried was Ryder's X-ray photograph.

The X-ray of his brain showed a weird shadow.

That thing was like a giant spider, locking tightly onto Ryder's brain.

How could he still be alive like this? With such a foreign body in his brain, he must have been enduring pain all the time. Is that a tumor? Or was it some kind of implant?

"What is it?" Does it have anything to do with the blackening of the rabbit? Arthur asked.

"..." I don't know until I take that thing out. "But I don't think rabbits have the strength to support both healing and craniotomy." "

"How long will it take?" Arthur asked.

"Based on the healing ability of the orcs …" One month. Guinevere guessed.

"We can't wait that long." If it is really the cause of his blackening, the sooner we remove it the safer it will be — for us, for him. "

There was still a way. "Do you remember this?" The serum of the Charm Demon's poison. It's also a drug that boosts metabolism. "

"Is that thing even a problem for Ryder?! Bedivere could not help but interject.

"…." I'm afraid he'll struggle and the wound will open up when he first uses it. "However, once the effect is miraculous, his body's metabolism will be enhanced by more than a hundred times, allowing his wounds to instantly heal. Including internal injuries. "

"Then you'll have enough strength to perform the craniotomy." Okay, that's it. Arthur replied.

"Arthur!" Such a reckless method simply did not care about Ryder's life and death! Bedivere protested.

"There's another problem," Guinevere said, ignoring Werewolf Boy's protest. "Craniotomy is different from other operations. There are too many unknown structures in the human brain, many of which even modern medicine has yet to figure out. Even if Constantine was a Divine Hand, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't harm the rabbit's brain. He had a high chance of becoming an idiot. "

"Are you kidding me?" Bedivere protested loudly.

"Brat," Arthur said angrily, but it was rare for him to be so calm. "He has no choice. That bastard has done enough damage. He has no right to refuse us whatever we do with him. If you are still dissatisfied, I will shatter him right now. "

Seeing Arthur's angry face, Bedivere had no choice but to compromise.

Two hours later, the rabbit was sewn up and restored to its human form. Constantine was so tired that he had long since lost consciousness, and even Guinevere, who was teaching by the side, was also extremely tired, but she knew that he could not fall asleep just like that.

"Let's do it." Arthur replied.

"I don't care what happens." Guinevere replied.

"It's the rabbit's destiny to become whatever it wants." He had done so many good deeds that even if he died, he deserved it. Arthur said coldly.

"What a heartless man." All right. "

Guinevere firmly fixed the human rabbit Ryder on the sickbed, preventing him from ripping the wound apart.

She injected the rabbits with a series of medications, including nutrients, antibiotics, and hormones.

Only then did she take out the bottle of's Poison, and injected it into Ryder's arm.

A violent reaction began, and Bunny Ryder's entire body started to tremble. Because he was strapped to the bed by dozens of layers of leather, his movements were very slight, and it seemed as if his wounds had barely been torn.

The rabbit looked miserable. He was sweating profusely.

From his pale face, it could be seen that he was still very weak, and his body could not regenerate smoothly.

"There's no helping it, I'll give him another Therapeutic Arts." Guinevere replied.

"No!" There is no need to do any magic to reduce your life span. Arthur replied.

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"It's just a little trick. It's no big deal." Guinevere replied.

After leaving the operation room, Guinevere was so tired that she fell asleep. Arthur placed her and Constantine in the resting room. He looked at the woman and the child sleeping on the sofa and couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance.

(Why? For a stranger, they could do this?)

(This stranger had betrayed Arthur and the others again and again, putting them in perilous situations.) Was such a piece of trash even worth saving?)

What's the point in retaliating like this?