Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Three

He felt cold on himself.It reminded him of his long-gone childhood. He remembered that one winter, after the heavy snow, the weather was extremely cold.He chased after his brother Mircea and had a snowball fight with a group of children outside.Mircea was three years older than him, but he didn't know how to take care of his younger brother at all.He ganged up with several other older kids to bully him.They grabbed the snowball and stuffed it into his collar. The icy water slid down his neck and down his spine, and he was almost frozen.But Mircea just refused to let him go.They ran after him and pinned him down in several feet of snow.He didn't know how he struggled to escape in the end, he ran home crying, he asked his father to punish his brother and his naughty accomplices.

But Dad wasn't in the halls where he usually conducted business.The entire palace was empty, and the steward and attendants were absent.He heard loud footsteps and cheers from people who had all gathered outside his mother's bedroom.On that day, his mother, Princess Vasilisa of Moldavia, had just given birth to his younger brother, the third boy in the family of Grand Duke Vlad Deku of Wallachia. He stood shivering in his mother's bedroom, with melted snow dripping from his hair.But when he saw the pink, wrinkled little life in his father's arms, he fell in love almost at first sight.Unlike Mircha, who is his half-brother, this little guy is his own brother!Radu, he heard his father call the little guy.

How miraculous, he had his own name and knighthood almost before he opened his eyes and saw the world. Standing on tiptoe, he watched his younger brother sleeping sweetly in his father's arms.He leaned over and kissed his little red cheek.Although his younger brother's wrinkled face looked like a little old man, he thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.He swore to himself that when he was an older brother, he would treat Radu well.Eat delicious food for Radu, take Radu out to play, and give Radu all the good things.He wants to be the best brother in the world. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, but his hair was still dripping.He was drenched, his torn clothes clung to him, and his nails were filled with mud.He just crawled out of the grave with the strength of these hands.

He stared at his hands in disbelief. His fingers were long and slender, with prominent knuckles and hard, sharp nails.He looked puzzled.He didn't know what happened to him.He lowered his head and looked at the big pit under his feet inexplicably.He bent down and picked up the battle helmet from inside. He stared at the jewel inlaid on his helmet.A handful of dirt fell out of the helmet, and a strand of light-blond hair was mixed with it. He remembered.He was on the mermaid battlefield just now. Poor Theodore must have thought he was dead. Wait, no.He looked down at his chest.There was a big hole in his clothes, but the skin inside was intact.He remembered that he clearly stabbed a sword in the chest.He wiped off the dirt attached to his body vigorously, trying to find the wound carefully.But he was surprised to find that not only the skin on his chest became smoother, but he had just experienced a bloody battle, and he couldn't find any scars on his whole body.Even his shattered left arm was able to function freely, without the slightest sign of injury.

This is absolutely impossible! He reached out and wrung the wet hair from the back of his head.He thought maybe it was the good-hearted Theodore who put himself into the magical spring of the mermaid again.But there is no spring water here.His wounds healed themselves. He vaguely remembered that when he just woke up, his body couldn't move an inch.A hard shell of ice had solidified around him.So he must be dead.It was the merfolk who buried him. But why is he waking up again now?He doesn't understand. There was silence all around.The surviving mermaid soldiers had cleaned up the battlefield and took away the fragmented corpses of their companions.The snow-white mist once again swept in from all directions, engulfing the land under the waves.

He heard footsteps in the fog.Probably because the surroundings were very quiet, he only felt that the sound exploded in his ears like thunder.His head was buzzing and he had to cover his ears.When the two mermaid soldiers walked in front of him, he had a splitting headache and almost wanted to bury himself in the ground again. "Who?" The sharp spearhead gleamed in front of his eyes. He barely raised his eyes and looked at the coming person in the glare of the glare.It was two patrolmen he had never seen before.They were very young, with shiny and complete scales on their bodies, and they obviously did not participate in that bloody battle.

D tightly plugged his ears.Being so close, he didn't understand why the other party was shouting.The sound irritated his eardrums, like a thunderbolt split his brain in two. A sharp spearhead dug into his shoulder.Feeling the pain, he casually pushed away the opponent's spear. The spear flew out.The young patrolman was startled, and he screamed in terror.But even more surprising is D. He knew that he didn't use any force, because he didn't intend to really resist, let alone start a dispute with the mermaids.But when the man started screaming, it was as if the flying spear had pierced his ear, stirring desperately in his brain.He can't stand it.He reached out and grabbed the opponent's neck.He wanted to cover the other person's mouth, but it was no longer necessary.

He heard a slight "click".With just one hand, he broke the opponent's neck. Another patrol immediately thrust out his spear, but he parried it back with his other hand.He was so strong that the catch missed, and the blunt end of the spear went straight through the young patrolman's body, and he died. D was dumbfounded.He accidentally killed two mermaid soldiers!He looked at his hands again in horror. But there was nothing unusual about his hands, and on his shoulder, where the sharp spear point had just been pierced by the opponent, the skin was smooth and intact, not even a single red spot was left.He already has the ability to heal wounds like the demon he killed.It's just that he doesn't know exactly how it all happened.

He lowered his head again and ripped off the clothes on his chest.Due to being overly shocked just now, he didn't notice that the dragon brand on his chest had disappeared. He broke the brand of Christ with his own hands, and the devil has invaded his body. To make matters worse, he just accidentally killed two mermaid soldiers!He can no longer stay in the "country under the waves", he must go. He laid the two poor victims in his grave, with Theodore's helmet and golden hair, and his own sword which never left him.He was no longer Christ's Dragoon, and he did not deserve that sword.But he didn't take the ring off his finger.Maybe he's used to it.

Habit is always a terrible thing. He quickly filled the soil and tried to restore everything around him to its original state.He heard the voices of other mermaid soldiers coming from the thick fog, they were walking towards this side, the deafening footsteps were like thousands of troops on the battlefield rolling over his brain collectively. He took a deep breath, plugged his ears, and ran in the opposite direction.