When Schwab woke up from his sleep, he saw a ray of sunlight passing through the thatched roof. Schwab tried hard to twist his stiff neck. He found himself lying on a huge wooden table. On the right side of the wooden table, a thin piece of wood hung with pottery, and a hose at the lower end of the pottery was connected to his arm.

"Where am I? Oops." Schwab raised his right hand and suddenly a stinging pain inside. He screamed in pain.

"Sir, are you awake?" Hearing Schwab's voice, Baron Coro walked in from outside the hut, and he saw Schwab's awake with joy.

"Oh, it's Baron Coro. I remember being assassinated. What's wrong? Am I in the underworld?" Schwab asked curiously. At this time, he still clearly remembered that the assassinator's sword stabbed into his body. There should be no rescue in this era, but this stinging feeling, did he not die yet.

"No, Lord Earl, you are saved. Thank God, hey, maybe you should say that." Baron Coro said with some embarrassment on his face.

"So, who saved me?" Schwab thought for a long time but didn't know who had the ability to rescue himself from such a serious injury, so he asked curiously.

"You'd better ask Miss Adele." Baron Coro, who didn't know how to answer, had to kick the question to Adele, who had long heard the movement in the thatched hut.

"Adell?" Schwab saw Adele who rushed forward and didn't understand what this matter had to do with her.

"Ah, I woke up. It seems that your physical fitness is still good. If I don't wake up, I think the operation has failed." A middle-aged woman came in immediately. She looked at Schwab who was hugging Adele. She seemed not surprised. She walked up to look at the blood transfusion jar tied in Schwab's hand.

"Who is she?" Schwab looked at the thing that seemed to be a blood transfusion device that pierced the vein on his hand, and was shocked no less than Baron Coro and others.

"Oh, she is my adoptive mother Ann. Miss Berlin." Adele lowered his head and dared not look at Schwab's eyes, and said softly.

"Your adoptive mother? Did she feed me blood?" Schwab asked in surprise.

"That's right, it's blood. What do you think it is? It's just some shepherds and farmers' blood." An Berlin looked at Schwab with contempt. For the nobles, bloodline was their reason for rule over other classes. The nobles usually think that their bloodline was very old and noble, so it was impossible for the nobles to intermarry with people from the lower classes. However, An Berlin injected the blood of the lowly people into the bodies of the nobles. Strictly speaking, it was completely subverting the traditional concept of the entire society, and it was a sin that was burned to death on the stolen rack countless times.

"Oh, is it a blood transfusion? But how do you know how to tell which blood is the blood type that suits me?" Schwab, who came from later generations, certainly understood this blood transfusion treatment method, so he did not object to the shocking treatment method for people of this era. Instead, he was curious about An Berlin, who knew how to use infusion equipment.

"Do you know?" Ann Berlin's eyes showed a strange look. She seemed very curious about how this noble-looking count knew about blood transfusions and blood types.

"Well, if I guess correctly, this should be the case, but let me thank you for your life-saving grace first." Schwab stretched out his hand kindly, and An Berlin finally stretched out his right hand with six fingers after hesitating for a while.

The storm about Schwab being stabbed in Stockingtonshire showed no signs of abortion, so the nobles and citizens were talking about the life and death of the earl. Even the royal family sent representatives. The confidants of Duke Hanruowei also brought letters from the Duke and His Highness the Princess. Schwab's Mark Legion had already secured the entire Stededinburgh without airtight, and the mercenaries of the Eagle Warriors also ended their holidays and gathered near the castle to wait for the next order. The knights who participated in the Knights' Competition were placed under house arrest in a manor. Although these young and energetic knights were very dissatisfied with their treatment, if they left now, they would be suspected of being accomplices of assassinators, so they could only choose to endure.

"Why hasn't the cause of this count been announced yet?" Prince Philip held the wine glass provided and sipped his cognac with a small sip. The prince of the Bru Kingdom looked like he was watching the fun. For him, the more nobles who were loyal to the royal family and had the strength of the country, the better.

"Be careful, this is not a country." Duke Britta blocked the prince and looked at the knights around him. Fortunately, the position they were standing near the corner of the window was no one cared about, but if the loyal Mark Legion soldiers heard it, although they would not do anything to the nobles, Duke Britta did not want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Ha, the sword has ***, what are they rubbing? Do you have to wait until the corpse smells before it is announced?" Prince Philip shook his head, expressing his confusion at the silence of the court ministers of Schwab in the castle.

"Woo~~~." Just as Prince Philip was teasing his friends, the sound of a horn suddenly came from the sky above the castle. This was the sound of an emergency gathering. After hearing the horn sound, the Mark soldiers surrounded the manor did not understand what was going on, but still left the manor as ordered.

"What happened? The soldiers left?" A knight opened the door and saw the Stettin soldiers guarding him and others leaving one after another. They seemed to be free.

"Oh, it's great, we're free." The knights cheered happily. No one liked the feeling of being imprisoned. Although it was a house arrest without worrying about food and drink, the knights who liked to wander around could not stand this.

"Ha, I'm going to find a girl in the town immediately, which will suffocate me to death." The wild knights laughed at each other and agreed to go to the town for fun.

"What's going on? My friend, let's go to the castle to take a look." Prince Philip would not think that things would end so simply. This unexpected result gave him a desire to find out.

"Announcement, although my ruler of Stockingtonshire, Lord Schwab, was attacked by despicable assassins, the gift of the Lord was only slightly injured, so he was not injured. I hereby announce to all subjects." A slogan wearing a red slogan robe, holding a roll of documents covered with Schwab stamp in his hand, stood loudly at the gate of the city and announced to the people around him, and then posted the announcement at the gate of the city, and two guards holding long halberds were guarding.

"The Earl is not dead."

"Thank God, may God bless him."

"But is this true?" People were talking in the announcement. Some believed it, but some expressed doubts. People's doubts and confusion were understandable. After all, in that era of underdeveloped consultations, the news was spread through rumors and word of mouth. Many people from the competition venue saw Schwab being stabbed and were unconscious. But now the announcement actually said that it was okay, and there would be no conspiracy here.

"My Lord Earl, although the announcement was issued, the people still seemed to have doubts." Seeing Schwab's safe return, Old Lauke and others were of course very happy. Although they felt strange, under the warning of Barons Liugudi and Baron Coro, no one dared to ask how Schwab recovered his health, and everything was vaguely attributed to God's grace.

"Ah, this is also expected. Let's hold a banquet in three days. As a grand ceremony after the Knights' Competition, what do you think?" Schwab grinned and changed his bandage with the help of Adele. Although the wound was sutured, Schwab would feel a tearing feeling once he moved a little. This is why Schwab had to be held three days later.

"Good idea, Count." Old Lauke nodded and agreed that as long as Schwab appeared in front of people without any harm, all rumors would be broken.

"Okay, go down, I'm going to the prayer room to thank God for the grace." Schwab waved to Old Lauke, who quickly lowered his head and retreated.

"Recently, the Count seems to be going to pray often." A lower-level official next to Lao Lauke said to him.

"That's of course. If it weren't for God's grace, how could the Count of Lord recover so quickly?" said Old Lauke, but when the officials were not paying attention, Old Lauke's eyes showed a strange look, but soon he shook his head and put the documents in hand to prepare for the banquet.

The prayer room in the castle was built a long time ago. In the southeast corner of the castle, there were moss-filled stone buildings, and the thick wooden doors were guarded by several loyal Mark soldiers. When he walked into it, Baron Coro immediately stood up from the stone bench with his sword in his hand. Schwab sat in a wheelchair built by the craftsman for him. Behind him, Adele carefully pushed him. At the very bottom of the prayer room, there was a figure of a woman wrapped in linen. Beside her, there was a pile of creepy things, and a bronze ware was riding with the smell of blood.

"Ha, if someone knew what we were doing in the prayer room, I'm afraid I wouldn't have any good results." Schwab said with a helpless smile. He had no choice but to be afraid of being discovered by the church people, so he had to put the infusion tools and the collected blood here in a remote place.

"I'm just curious, why are you not afraid?" Ann Berlin asked curiously when he picked up brandy and sterilized Schwab's blood. After coming to the Earl's castle, she felt as if she had returned to her own era. It was impossible for disinfected high-concentration wine and bandages to appear in this era. But now she saw it in an Earl's castle. Is this hallucination or is the noble earl in front of her who has the same secret as herself?
Chapter completed!