In the past two days, different from the undercurrents in other places, the atmosphere in the castellan mansion was particularly depressing. It was filled with heavy soldiers.
Castellan Donahue, with a pale face and purplish lips, the man fell into a coma. Beside him stood Parker, the level-1 healer of Bone City.
Parker sighed helplessly. The poison in Sir Castellan's body had entered the internal organs, and even the level-3 healer in Barnes City was unable to cure it. What could he, a level-1 healer, do?
"Is there really no other way?"
Outside the room of Donahue, Mrs. Castellan, Mavis, looked worried and tired, and a faint weariness emanated from between her brows. After Donahue got toxic, all the things in the castellan mansion fell on her shoulders. She was worried about her husband's life, and at the same time, she had to prevent the attack of political enemies.