Chapter 74

Chuci looked at a broad, open area on the mountain peak and landed the demonic eagle. He stomped his foot, and a neat stone bed rose up, shimmering with black and white light. He placed Aya on the bed.

Aya's soft, long hair flowed from her fingertips and spread across the bed. Her beautiful face was pale and weak, looking pitifully delicate. Her originally rosy lips were dry and cracked, indicating that besides the torture by Dessa, the restriction of food and water was also wearing down her physical strength.

She had already woken up but did not open her eyes. Chuci secretly praised her in his heart; she was indeed a smart person.

Aya did not speak but, relying on the elves' keen senses, turned her face toward Chuci, as if waiting for him to speak first to judge his intentions.

"I am the rescuer sent at the request of the people of Varden. You can call me Chuci," Chuci spoke slowly, making him seem steady and reliable. "You are safe now. Don't open your eyes; I will try to break the magic in your eyes. If you need anything, you can tell me. I will take good care of you before we return to Varden."

Aya finally spoke. Her voice was like a clear spring flowing over a stream, or a gentle breeze blowing over a meadow, indescribably pleasant, but more than just pleasant—it was a kind of elemental comfort.

Words are law.

Truly a race blessed with magical talent.

Chuci couldn't help but admire her. With such keen magical perception, if Dessa were not equally talented and a mage who had practiced for hundreds of years, he might not have been able to capture her. Even Chuci, if he faced a fully intact Aya, would probably have less than a fifty percent chance of winning.

Truly a world of exceptional difficulty, where almost every main character is stronger than himself. Chuci's thoughts drifted further, wondering if Eragon would also become a formidable dragon rider by the time he returned to Varden.

Aya did not get annoyed by Chuci's distraction but repeated, "Please prepare some food and water for me. Thank you."

"Uh, sure, just a moment." Chuci snapped back to reality and quickly took out the prepared food and water from the insect space, all light and easy-to-digest items, and placed them in Aya's hands.

Even with her eyes closed, Aya could eat naturally by instinct, and her posture was very graceful. Under the moonlight, her beautiful profile, long lashes covering her eyes, and slender fingers continuously delivering food to her soft lips, it was like a beautiful painting.

After replenishing her food, Aya's complexion improved, but her injuries needed urgent treatment. The scrying magic in her eyes, the magical brands on her body, and the open wounds—if not treated, Aya would not be able to endure the journey, and it might leave a trail for Dessa to follow.

"Forgive me." Chuci explained to Aya, who understood the urgency and did not act coy. Her long neck was raised high, like an untouchable goddess.

Chuci stood up, helped Aya to the ground, and laid a sterilized towel on the stone bed. He then undid Aya's outer clothes, leaving only the inner lining to cover her sensitive areas, and had her lie down on the towel.

"I will first remove the magical brands on your body. Without removing them, the wounds won't heal." Chuci slowly explained his treatment process. His left hand performed alchemy to counter the magical brands, while his right hand carefully protected Aya's body to prevent the energy conflict from harming her weakened state.

Dessa was indeed a skilled torturer. He perfectly grasped Aya's physical limits, and the magical brands he placed were calculated precisely, always stopping just before the brink of death. Chuci couldn't help but nod in admiration, not because of their enemy status, but out of respect for a masterful expert.

Chuci continued to attack the magical brands while using alchemy to strictly control the range of energy conflict. The medic was also released by Chuci. Each time Chuci erased a magical brand, a milky white healing spell would promptly fall, treating and repairing Aya's hidden internal injuries.

Aya's condition was dire, with magical brands covering almost her entire body. Chuci's hands slid over her graceful, undulating body, from her back to her neck, from her chest to her abdomen, and even her long, round, white legs. Chuci, as a doctor, had no ulterior motives, but Aya, the patient, had her own thoughts. Her face, buried in the towel, showed no expression, but her pointed ears were tinged with a charming blush.

After treating her internal injuries, it was time for external bandaging. Normally, Chuci would have taken the responsibility without hesitation, but the main character is the main character. Chuci summoned the spellcaster and the crimson puppet, letting the female puppet treat Aya's wounds while he chose to step back. Even though Aya couldn't see, she could feel Chuci's sincerity.

Women are always troublesome and time-consuming in such matters. While bandaging the wounds, they also had to clean the dirt. Bored, Chuci could only examine the dragon egg.

The milky white dragon egg was different from Eragon's. It felt rough to the touch, not at all smooth. If not for the life force Chuci sensed within, he might have thought it was a counterfeit.

A new dragon egg, I wonder what type of dragon it is.

Chuci stroked the egg, thinking. Brom knew a lot about dragons, but he rarely mentioned them, so Chuci couldn't identify it. His fingers unconsciously tapped the eggshell, producing a clear, hollow sound.

"Master, the bandaging is complete."

Chuci turned his head at the words, rubbed his finger on the dragon egg, feeling a slight pain, but saw no wound when he lifted it to his eyes. He put the dragon egg back in the box and stowed it in a shoulder bag.

Aya's wounds were all bandaged with white bandages. Except for her blindness, she looked completely renewed. Chuci did not take the scrying magic lightly.

"We will move first and gradually remove the magic. This way, Dessa won't be able to track us." Chuci summoned the demonic eagle and helped Aya sit on its back. Her delicate, boneless shoulder leaned against Chuci's chest. As the eagle spread its wings and flew, Chuci's clothes naturally formed a shield, blocking the strong wind, allowing only a gentle breeze to touch their faces.

"Aya, I will place my hand over your eyes, and then you will slowly open them to activate the scrying magic." Chuci leaned close to Aya's ear, his warm breath touching her extremely sensitive earlobe, causing a faint blush to appear on her pointed ears.

"Um," Aya's voice was unexpectedly obedient.

As he spoke, a large hand covered Aya's eyes, the warmth of his palm through her skin giving her a strong sense of security in the darkness.

"Open your eyes." Chuci's words were irresistible.

Aya slowly opened her eyes, and the malicious scrying magic Dessa had placed immediately activated, scanning the surroundings and sending messages to Dessa. However, everything was blocked by the alchemical array in Chuci's hands. Circles of black and white light formed intricate patterns, absorbing and decomposing all the magical waves emitted by the scrying magic, reducing them to random, uncontrolled magical elements, even preventing the confirmation of spatial coordinates.

The remaining power of the scrying magic was gradually consumed and soon completely dissipated, leaving Dessa with only darkness and an unpredictable, irregularly moving coordinate.

"Thank you." Aya turned her head, her face less than ten centimeters from Chuci's. He clearly saw her emerald eyes, filled with a captivating ripple.

"You're welcome." Chuci smiled naturally in response.

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