Chapter 63 - Successful Blood Transfusion

Richard glanced at the silver tray and pointed to the only matching blood sample, asking aloud, “Whose blood is this?”All the nobles immediately looked around themselves to see who would admit it.

Eventually, Bill Caesar’s face turned ugly as he said, “It’s… it’s mine. What do you want to do?” The moment he spoke these words, he regretted it, because Richard’s gaze came over to him, making him suddenly feel a deep sense of unease, sending a shiver down his spine.

“It’s yours, very good,” Richard nodded, looking at Bill Caesar. “Your blood is the same as Gro’s, so… it’s time to show your loyalty.”

“What… what do you want to do, don’t… don’t come any closer…” Bill Caesar tried to back away in panic but was blocked by many nobles, looking desperately at Richard as he approached.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m just going to draw a little blood, come with me.” Richard took Bill Caesar over to Gro, exposed his arm, picked up the newly made simple blood transfusion tube, and directly pierced it into the artery in his arm.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

Bill Caesar’s eyes widened, his heart pounded, and the blood flowed rapidly through his arteries and into the transfusion tube, dripping out from the other end. Richard nodded, stuck the feathered needle into the vein in Gro’s arm, and began the blood transfusion.

But the rate was slow.

Frowning for a while, Richard looked at Bill Caesar, who was staring with wide eyes, his facial muscles tense, looking as if he was terrified. If it weren’t for the pretext of saving Prince Gro, he might have run away.

Richard shook his head and said, “Aren’t you nervous?”

Do you think I look like I’m not nervous right now?

Bill Caesar really wanted to shout that at Richard but didn’t dare, nor would he admit it. For a noble, being nervous meant being scared, and being scared meant being fearful. Maybe you really are nervous, but you must never admit it personally.

After hearing Richard’s words, Bill Caesar took a deep breath and said stiffly, “Yes, I’m not nervous. My blood flowing into the Prince’s body will save him. Even if all my blood is drained and I die, I have no regrets. With such a situation, why should I be nervous?”

“That’s not good,” Richard said indifferently. “If you’re not nervous, your blood pressure won’t be high. If your blood pressure isn’t high, the flow won’t be quick. So, you need to be more nervous, at least more than you are now.”

“What… what are you going to do!” Bill Caesar’s eyes widened and he exclaimed as he saw Richard holding what should have been his Knight Sword, swinging it directly towards his body.

Bill Caesar was terrified, his heart beating even faster.

“Thump thump! Thump thump!”

The speed of the blood transfusion visibly increased.

Yet Richard was still not satisfied. The Knight Sword rested in front of Bill Caesar’s chest, gently moving as if searching for a spot, then momentarily stopped and nodded slightly.

Bill Caesar’s eyes bulged.

This! This! Wasn’t this the same process as when Richard used his sword to kill his horse earlier?

The blade still had his horse’s blood on it. Now, not only did he plan to kill his horse, but he was also preparing to kill him, the horse’s owner?!

Is there no justice?

At this moment, Bill Caesar’s heart rate reached an extreme.

“Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!”

Blood continued to pour into Gro’s body.

Bill Caesar was extremely nervous and no longer wanted to show any loyalty; he sprung up, intending to run since his life was at stake.

However, the next moment, Richard’s hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and an almost irresistible force came through, firmly pinning him in place.

Bill Caesar was in despair.

Just like that, just like that!

It was exactly like when he was killing the horse, he was really going to die! He didn’t want to die!

“Thud, thud, thud, thud! Thud, thud, thud, thud!”

Bill Caesar’s heart inside beat faster, already breaking the limit, blood frenziedly transfusing into Gro’s body.

After a while.

Gro received enough compensatory blood, his eyelids twitched, showing signs of waking up. Meanwhile, Bill Caesar, partly out of fright and partly due to the weakness from donating too much blood, collapsed to the ground with a “thud”.

At that moment, there was some disturbance among the crowd, and a middle-aged noble suddenly strode out of the tent, preparing to leave.

“Count Vick, what is this?”

“Count Vick, do you have an urgent matter?”

“Count Vick, the Prince is about to wake up, where are you going?”

The crowd asked in confusion, but the middle-aged Count Vick, without a word, pushed through the nobles and continued towards the outside of the tent.

Just as he was about to leave the tent, someone ghostlike blocked his path—Viscount Lansite: “Count Vick, the Prince is about to wake up, what are you so hurried to do by leaving now?”

Why was Lansite so timely? It was because Richard, right before killing the horse, had reminded Lansite, “When Gro is about to wake up, if you see someone leaving, stop him immediately, because he is the one who tried to assassinate Gro!”

Stopped by Gro, Count Vick was clearly annoyed, and with a “clang” he drew half of his sword from his waist, fiercely saying, “Lansite, mind your rank! I am an earl; do I need to explain my actions to you?”

“Of course not,” Lansite said somberly, without showing any fear, his hand on his sword and eyes slightly narrowed, “I just fear that your hurried departure might lead people to misunderstand that you harmed the Prince, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“Hah, what a joke!” Count Vick scoffed, “Why would I harm the Prince? Clearly, it was the wizard who hurt the Prince and yet pretends to wake him up!”

This statement was met with disbelief by a majority of the nobles present.

Although initially due to the scene witnessed, many nobles were extremely hostile towards Richard, believing Richard to be the one who attempted to assassinate Gro. However, judging from what Richard had just done, anyone with a brain would understand that Richard could absolutely not be the assailant.

After all, who would stab someone into unconsciousness and then strive to revive them? That’s absurd, isn’t it?

Unconvinced by the earl’s words, Count Vick became angry, glaring at Lansite before him, “Lansite, don’t stop me, let me leave immediately, I have very important matters to attend to. If you stop me now, you are an accomplice to that damned wizard!”

“Hah!” Lansite sneered, not stepping back at all, “Whether I’m an accomplice can be discussed after the Prince wakes up. Although you are an earl, you still don’t have the right to convict me.”

“You!”

At this moment, Gro finally woke up inside the tent.

Gro slowly opened his eyes, first looking at Richard, then seeing Pandora who was curiously watching him. Beside him sat a pale Bill Caesar who was just pulling a strange feathered syringe out of his arm.

Looking around, Gro saw the many nobles.

He paused, slightly furrowing his brow as if trying to recall why this had happened.

A moment later, recalling what had happened before he lost consciousness, he shouted out excitedly, “Where is Count Vick? Catch him! He tried to assassinate me!”

“Swish!”

Immediately, everyone’s gaze shifted towards the outside of the tent, landing on Count Vick.