My Immoral Detective System Chapter 93
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Before Zion and the princess could react, the horde of people attacked them as they stood at the door. Lia cursed under her breath and instantly moved her hands. It was just that her hands weren't fast enough, and one of the fireballs that an elf customer had created snuck in before she could even send her Qi to the sword.
The fireball swiftly passed by her without her knowledge as she was busy inserting Qi in her weapon and attacked Zion's chest, whose eyes widened after seeing it as his body moved to dodge the attack. But he was standing close to Lia. So he could only move a little before the energy ball attacked him. He jolted all of a sudden as if he just touched electricity. He glanced down only to find his shirt torn to pieces in that area on his chest, right beside his heart, as his skin turned into dark red, still glowing from the impact.
A wave of pain emerged in that area that weakened his body so much that he could hardly stand.
He had just spent hours training how to dodge, but he still couldn't do anything about the hidden attacks that were shot at him! Sure enough. One day of practice wouldn't give him all the benefits.
He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back as his body leaned against the wall. He didn't know what was happening around him anymore as his ears buzzed. Even though the pain he had felt in his leg last night was so high that he couldn't even stand, he could still push himself to his limit to get back to his inn. Now when the attack hit directly on his chest, his breathing slowed down in an instant.
His lungs felt as if they were burning. Someone seemed to have lit them up with fire that was inextinguishable. His hands gripped the clothes of his chest and fell on his knees.
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Lia had no idea that her servant's condition was critical. She was so angry that she charged at the elves with full power. Her sword skillfully cut through the energy balls that approached her at the fastest pace. She moved her body in every direction as the tables and chairs broke apart from all the fighting that happened. At this time, she was only thinking of one thing: She would have to prevent these balls from going toward her servant. She had just spent half an hour treating that guy, and he wasn't even fully healed before she had dragged him into learning all the dodging skills earlier.
If he got attacked for the second time now, his body wouldn't be able to take it anymore! She gnashed her jaw and kept fighting with all her power. One after another, those people kept shooting the fireballs toward her as she stood in front of the door to block them all.
Maybe she should ask him to escape first!
Just as she thought of this, she opened her mouth and said, "Oi, servant, you have to escape! As fast as possible! You don't need to worry about me. I'll be done in five minutes!"
She had expected to receive a reply soon after this statement, or at least she could have heard the sound of Zion's footsteps, but she didn't. A frown crossed her forehead. After hitting a bunch of balls that disappeared as they were sliced with her sword, she sneaked a glance only to see her servant lying flat on his stomach, unconscious.
Her eyes went wide.
What the heck just happened?! She was supposed to be one of the strongest martial artists, but she still fell short when encountering the elves! She glared at them and used hand signs.
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Even though dhampirs knew magic and used hand signs to fight, they still didn't know as many powerful attacking techniques as the elves. The fact that dhampirs had to insert their Qi in their swords to use the hand signs limited their power to a greater extent! On the other hand, the elves could easily use their mouths to ignite the power and work according to what they wanted! She still wasn't clear about how the elves' magic worked, but she knew one thing for sure: These vile creatures had it all easy!
She glared at them furiously and used her bubble magic to throw a series of boiling water energy balls at almost all the customers and swiftly picked up Zion's unconscious body from one hand to escape.
She didn't want to use her power just now. She had already used it to her limit to teach Zion and treat his wound. Now when he got another injury, she was losing all her hopes of keeping him alive.
At this moment, a hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes. What should she do? If this human died right in front of her eyes, her efforts would just be in vain! Even if this guy seemed to be a little—okay, a lot weaker in physical strength, his brain worked more than others! How could she just let him die like this?
No! She refused to believe that she couldn't save him! She gritted her teeth and passed by her inn. At this time, living in her inn wasn't an option. They had all seen Zion's face, and someone even posted posters of his face drawn by an unknown artist across the village. After the incident at the restaurant, she knew that they would be facing a lot of problems, and the hotel owner might even kick her out with Zion.
She looked down at his face that was getting paler as the seconds passed by, and picked up her pace.
Where should she go? Lia had no idea, but anywhere would be better than this elf village.
Soon, she arrived in the forest area as she traveled in an unknown direction and found a cave. After that, she placed Zion's body leaning on the cave wall before using her sword to cast a basic spell with hand signs. Warm energy came out of her hands and created a shield around Zion to protect him against any attack. The shield was visible to the naked eye only for a few seconds before it disappeared.
She sighed in relief and dashed outside in a hurry to find the herbs. If she delayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to heal her servant at all! She still had some of her energy preserved inside her body, so she knew she could save him with the help of both her power and medicines. It was her servant's fortune that she knew so much about herbs and healing techniques!
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