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Chapter 47: A Narrow Escape From Death

Hearing the girl’s scream, the mercenaries outside the woods left a few men to guard the cargo, while the rest grabbed their weapons and charged into the trees where she was.

Fortunately, Daifei heard their approaching footsteps and pulled up her trousers first, otherwise she would have had no face to meet anyone.

Captain John dashed up with his spear at the forefront, eased half his worry when he saw his god-daughter unharmed, and then asked her why she had screamed.

Although Daifei was young, she had roamed the land with the mercenary group for years and was hardened to life and death, and only the suddenness of the moment had made her lose her composure.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, she blushed in embarrassment, then steeled herself and walked to the spot where she had relieved herself to look closely, and there lay a person collapsed in the grass.

She immediately stepped forward, turned the fallen man over, and discreetly moved his damp arm to the side.

Yet once she had turned him over she jumped in fright, for although he was very young, his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and the blood had almost soaked through his black Warrior combat suit.

Most horrific was the palm-length gash on his abdomen, where part of his intestines had already slipped outside.

The surrounding men gasped when they saw this and understood at once why the girl had screamed.

In their eyes this youth was probably a young master from some minor clan who had been gravely wounded by a Beast in the forest and crawled here to die.

They had seen far too many such corpses in Beast Forest, yet they still wondered aloud what kind of Beast had injured him so badly.

But when the girl saw that he was about her own age, compassion stirred in her, and she instinctively reached for Ashura’s pulse at his neck.

She cried out, “Godfather, he is still alive, we can still save him!”

Captain John stepped up, checked the youth’s pulse himself, studied the unconscious boy’s clothing with caution, decided he did not look like some heinous villain or a fugitive from enemies, and ordered the men to carry him back to camp.

Daifei instructed them to lay Ashura on the wagon where she usually slept, which served as her private quarters.

The space was small, containing a few of the troop’s everyday odds and ends and a narrow cot where she normally rested.

For a small mercenary band that roamed everywhere, it had long been the girl’s wish to own a real room of her own in some little courtyard one day.

Since the tents had not yet been pitched, they had no choice but to place Ashura on her cot.

Daifei herself knew some first-aid skills and was responsible for tending wounds within the group.

She asked the other mercenaries for hot water and prepared to treat the unconscious youth.

But Captain John pulled her back as she was about to climb into the wagon, frowned, and said, “Daughter, have you really thought this through? We know nothing about him; less trouble is better than more.”

After hearing this, Daifei glanced at the unconscious boy and at his damp sleeve.

Her cheeks flushed and she replied, “Godfather, I believe he is not a bad person; he was mauled by a Beast, and if we do not help him he will not survive the night; he is still so young, I have to save him!”

John nodded; his daughter’s kindness was her most precious virtue.

He merely warned her to be careful and then went off to oversee the setting up of camp.

Daifei took the basin of hot water and slipped into the carriage, where she cut open the youth’s shirt with scissors and removed the damaged soft armor.

Seeing the unconscious youth’s young, muscular frame, Daifei’s face turned red to the tips of her ears.

Yet the sight of his injuries suddenly filled her with pity.

Daifei shook her head at once, focused on treating Ashura, and first wiped the blood from his body with strong liquor.

She pushed the protruding intestines back into his abdomen, and the youth seemed to frown slightly in pain.

Seeing this, Daifei immediately gentled her movements, took an embroidery needle from the cloth pouch at her waist, plucked a strand of her own hair, and threaded it through the eye.

Then, as though sewing cloth, she stitched up Ashura’s abdominal wound; fortunately her needlework was skillful, and the sutured gash looked rather neat.

She stitched the other wounds that needed suturing, ground herbs into a paste, spread it on the injuries, and bandaged them with gauze.

After she set the broken left arm, packed it with herbs, and wrapped it, she looked at the youth now swathed head to toe in bandages and could not help but snicker.

Carrying the basin full of bloody water, the girl lifted the curtain and stepped outside, only to find several young mercenaries peeking in; when her gaze swept over, they hastily turned away as though nothing were amiss.

She disliked these childish peers and had heard that they even brawled in private to compete for her.

It was as if she were cargo and no one cared about her feelings.

Just then a burly youth stepped forward and said, “Daifei, this stranger’s origins are unknown; since you saved him, make him leave quickly!”

Daifei glared fiercely at the tall young man and retorted, “Can’t you see how badly he is hurt? He has not even woken yet; since I saved him I will wait until he has recovered!”

The tall youth shot back, “But he has taken your wagon; where will you sleep tonight?”

Only then did Daifei realize why the youths had gathered, and she snapped, “Mind your own business; I can just lean against the wagon tonight, I don’t need your concern!”

With that she walked off with the basin, while the nearby youths looked at one another, glared resentfully at the wagon, and dispersed.

That night the mercenaries sat around the campfire, ate simple rations, and bragged about adventures far and wide.

After finishing her dry rations early, Daifei carried a bowl of thin porridge back into the wagon, and several gazes followed her with dejection as she disappeared inside.

Daifei had wanted to feed the unconscious youth some porridge, but his tightly closed lips made it impossible.

So the girl hugged her knees and leaned against the wagon wall, watching him.

It was the first time she had rescued someone outside the troupe, and when she looked at the soft armor she had removed from him she realized she had never seen such superb craftsmanship; it was clearly extraordinary.

Yet the damage to the armor shocked her; what kind of Beast could inflict wounds of that magnitude?

Why had someone so young ventured into Beast Forest alone? Pondering this, the girl drifted into sleep against the wagon wall.

At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight touched the wagon, the campfire was already cold and the mercenaries had not yet risen to pack up.

Ashura, lying inside the wagon, suddenly twitched a finger; as his eyes opened he instinctively reached for the knife at his storage belt, and the recently set bone in his left arm slipped out of place again because of the movement.

Ashura let out a soft cry of pain, and though it was faint it still woke the sleeping girl leaning against the window….

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