Trevor obediently opened his mouth, and the bitter medicinal juice slid into his throat, suppressing the burning sensation.
He looked around the room.
Wooden tables and chairs, with a few bundles of dried flowers hanging on the wall.
Wooden strips were piled in the corner, and the air was filled with the fragrance of plants and trees.
After finishing the medicine, Trevor tried to move his body.
A sharp pain came, and he fell back onto the bed.
The woman laughed and said, “You’re so badly injured, yet you still want to get up. Is there something important?”
Trevor observed the woman’s attire and demeanor, noting that she bore no resemblance to a common village girl.
She had fair skin, and her features were different from those of the women in the Grand Luminary Empire.
Her
eye sockets were deep, and her features were more three–dimensional.
It was as if…
She was one of the Thirteen Tribes.
Alarm bells rang in Trevor’s mind, and his voice turned cold as he asked, “Who are you?”
The woman looked horrified and said, “I…I’m just a normal hunter’s daughter. Why are you being so fierce with me?”
As she spoke, her eyes filled with glistening tears.
Her appearance, on the verge of tears, made Trevor’s throat tighten.
“The hunters of Jadecrest Mount have made a living by hunting for generations.” Trevor slowed his tone but didn’t relax his vigilance. “But your hands don’t have any calluses, and the style of this silver jewelry is definitely not local craftsmanship.”
A flustered look appeared in the woman’s eyes, and tears fell. “This was left to me by my deceased mother.
“I’ve been weak since I was a child, and my family never let me do heavy work. I saved you, and you’re still so wary of me. Kindness is truly not rewarded.”
After saying that, she glared at Trevor coldly and walked out.
Trevor lay on the bed, his thoughts a little empty.
9:08 Mon, Sep 29
Chapter 470
Could it be that he really wronged that girl?
In the following days, Trevor stayed in the forest to recover from his injuries.
He also learned the girl’s name: Abigail Pelosi.
Under her care, Trevor gradually recovered.
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“I’m going up the mountain to collect some flowers. The pasta is in the pot, so help yourself when you’re hungry.” Abigail carried the basket and poked her head in from the door, smiling at Trevor.
Trevor nodded a little embarrassedly.
These days, he seemed to have gotten used to Abigail’s care.
Seeing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly added, “The mountain road is slippery, so be careful.”
“Got it.” Abigail chuckled and turned to leave.
Not long after she left, it started to drizzle.
Trevor looked at the gloomy sky, picked up the umbrella placed at the door, and walked towards the mountain.
Abigail wouldn’t go far and should be easy for him to find.
At that moment, by the field on the hillside, Abigail was squatting in front of a stone crevice, picking purple flowers.
The wooden hairpin in her hair was half loose, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to the side of her neck.
The basket was already half full of mugwort and dandelion flowers.
The rain wet the hem of her skirt, but it didn’t affect her focus on identifying the flowers at all.
With a deft pinch at the base of the leaves, she pulled cleanly, lifting the entire root system from the earth.
She didn’t notice that in the dense forest across the stream, several dark figures were creeping closer.
The faces of the three men in black were covered with black cloth, revealing only their cold, gleaming eyes.
They all had scimitars at their waists, and they were the remnants Trevor was tracking down.
They had been searching along the stream for several days, tracking Trevor’s lost armor all the way to the foot of the mountain.
They originally wanted to take a break here, but they ran into Abigail picking flowers alone on the way.
The woman’s slender and graceful figure ignited a fire in their throats.
They swallowed hard in unison, their eyes gleaming with lewdness.
9:08 Mon, Sep 29
Chapter 470
“Boss, this chick isn’t bad looking.” The black–clothed man on the left licked his chapped lips.
His eyes wandered over Abigail’s slender figure. “We have been in the mountains for days, and it’s been a long time since we’ve been around a woman.”
The black–clothed man, called the boss, spat and said with a grim look, “Let’s catch her first and ask for Trevor’s whereabouts before having fun. That kid has a secret letter; we can only complete the task if we find him.”
He gestured, and the three of them approached Abigail from the left, center, and right, silently surrounding
her.
A subtle sound reached Abigail’s ears.
Her hand, which was picking flowers, stopped abruptly.
She listened carefully, the sound of footsteps mixed with the rain, heavy breathing filled with murderous
intent.
She slowly straightened up, pretending to arrange the basket, her peripheral vision already catching the black shadow approaching from the right.
“Young lady, it’s not safe to be alone in the mountains.” The leading man in black chuckled.
He looked Abigail up and down, noticing her slender waist and frail appearance.
Abigail stood her ground, watching the black–clad figures closing in on her.
Her gaze remained clear and utterly guileless. “I am perfectly safe,” she said. “It is you who are drenched and in a sorry state.”
Changing the subject, Abigail’s tone shifted. “It seems to me that you don’t look like good people. Could you be bandits on the run?”
Abigail’s voice was clear and crisp, with a girlish sweetness.
No one saw the slyness that flashed in her eyes.
These men in black failed to consider one simple thing.
How could a little girl have the courage to live alone in the mountains?
“Oh, little lady, you’re so considerate. I’m freezing all over. Why don’t you warm me up?”
One of the black–clothed men rubbed his hands together and stepped forward with a smirk.
Abigail’s eyes flashed with dangerous intent, but as she was about to act, she caught Trevor in the corner of her eye, heading in their direction.
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