Chapter 518 - 13: Illness

Chapter 518: Chapter 13: Illness

The dim bedroom was filled with the strong smell of herbs and the stale air that was characteristic of a sick person. Farrias half-reclined on the simple wooden bed, wrapped in a heavy old blanket, his face waxen, his breathing labored, and every cough making his hunched body tremble, causing the bed boards to creak.

Bonne held a small clay bowl, the bowl filled with steaming dark brown medicinal juice, its bitter aroma assaulting her nostrils. Her face, which was usually fiery and loud, now only showed deep worry and fatigue, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes appearing deeper.

“Get up, you old fool.” Her voice was hoarse and low, yet her movements were surprisingly gentle. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully propping up Farrias’s heavy head and neck with one hand to allow him to sit up halfway. “Drink it, don’t dawdle.”

Farrias opened his eyes and sat up in bed, frowning instinctively at the bowl of medicine so close, and grumbled in protest: “What is this stuff, it smells awful, did you put chicken shit in it?”

“Stop babbling nonsense!” Bonne’s tone carried a hint of her usual sternness, but the worry in her eyes relaxed slightly, at least enough to show that Farrias still had the strength to retort.

That was how Bonne saw it at the time, but this slight relaxation lasted only a few days.

Farrias’s condition did not improve from these few bowls of soup medicine; on the contrary, as time passed, it visibly worsened.

At first, he could still talk back to Bonne a bit, complaining about the bitterness of the medicine each time she fed it to him, asking her to add some honey.

But after a few days, complaints were rarely heard from him. When Bonne brought the medicine, he would just drink it and then close his eyes and fall back into a sleep.

He used to occasionally get out of bed to walk around or to enjoy the sun, but now, from morning till night, he mostly lay in bed, even sleeping through much of the time. Bonne had to spend a long time trying to wake him up each time.

“This can’t go on!”

Bonne said worriedly to Messiah, “Messiah, go and find Max for me, ask him to get me a carriage. I need to take the old man out, to the city. These soups aren’t working at all.”

“Didn’t that wandering merchant say that the Light Goddess of the Light Church can heal people? I’ll take the old man to see.”

Bonne had, from some source, heard about the Light Church. This rural woman, who had never set foot outside her small town, immediately sought out her son Max and asked him to prepare a carriage, preparing to cross the forest she often spoke of, which was home to terrifying wizards, to go beyond.

Max hoped to wait for the wandering merchant to come back and then travel with the merchant convoy to the outside, after all, Bonne was just an elderly woman who had never left her town, let alone driven a carriage alone through a forest.

However, Bonne stubbornly insisted that Max immediately prepare a carriage for her, perhaps because Farrias’s condition was now too dire to wait for the wandering merchant.

“Then let me accompany you, mother!”

Max reiterated his request, but was again refused by Bonne.

“This isn’t your responsibility, child.”

She knew full well that crossing the forest was risky and the chances were slim, but she was Farrias’s wife and likewise Max’s mother.

Max was helpless.

However, fate was not kind. Before Bonne could embark on her journey, a snowstorm engulfed the town.

This storm came exceptionally fierce, making long-distance travel impossible in such weather. Farrias, in his current condition, couldn’t endure the strain, so Bonne had to put the plans on hold temporarily.

It was half a month before the snowstorm passed.

By then, Farrias was nearly at death’s door. His deteriorated state could no longer support making such a journey.

The room was filled with the strong odor of medicinal soup.

Bonne, her face full of worry, brought the freshly brewed soup to the bedside and gently nudged Farrias awake: “Farrias, Farrias, wake up, it’s time for medicine!”

She no longer scolded Farrias, speaking much more gently than before.

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Farrias slowly opened his eyes and said tiredly, “Didn’t I… just drink it?”

Bonne said, “That was at noon.”

Farrias looked at the darkening outside and remarked: “Time flies so fast…”

He paused, glanced at the medicine, and frowned: “I don’t want to drink it.”

Bonne got angry: “You don’t want to drink it! How will you get better if you don’t drink! Old fool, at this time, can’t you stop worrying me!”

Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

Farrias muttered with his mouth, yet still persisted in drinking the medicine down.

It took him all of six tries to finish the little bowl of soup, even spitting up more than half of it in the process, before finally drinking it all.

In just this little while, it was as if he had excavated an entire mountain, exhaustion visible on his face, and as soon as he finished, his eyes closed and he fell back into a slumber.

“Old fool… old fool…”

Bonne wiped the moisture from Farrias’s mouth before standing and walking out, staggering with difficulty as if she had aged twenty years in an instant.

Messiah watched this scene, his brow furrowing tightly.

She didn’t understand the emotions in her heart, but she indeed felt exceptionally uncomfortable.

I have to do something!

After washing dishes for Bonne, Messiah donned a cloak and left the house, making her way to the large oak tree she had first arrived here by.

“Come out, I know you’re there!”

She turned her body, calling out repeatedly to the silent forest.

“Whoosh!~”

A breeze blew through the forest, and then…

“Rustle!”

A faint rustle arose, as she saw a glimmer of light emerge from behind the oak tree, a tiny winged figure flew out from behind, it was Forest Fairy Xia who Lynch had assigned to protect Messiah closely.

Messiah looked at Xia, going straight to the point: “Where is he? I need to see him, get in touch with him immediately!”

Her intuition told Messiah that Farrias’s situation was grave, beyond what Xia could handle, so she directly asked Xia to contact Lynch.

Xia frowned, clearly displeased with Messiah’s demeanor.

If not for her master’s command to ensure Messiah’s safety, she likely would have flown up to punch her.

Thus, Xia could only suppress her displeasure, letting out a soft snort, then flapped her wings and circled a small loop in the air.

In this glowing, bluish circle, space rippled gently.

Then,

Lynch’s image appeared within it.

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