With the support of a knight, Affia appeared in everyone's vision, followed by Delan. This Alchemist was actually wearing black chainmail, with ornate leather gloves touching the longsword at his waist; his long boots had traces of blood, but at this moment, who here wasn't dressed for battle.
Everyone turned their gaze towards these two. Some recognized Affia, but most did not know Delan. Only a few who recalled the decrepit ministers of the Former Queen's era showed a surprised expression upon seeing Delan.
"Captain Ade?" Affia's face was as pale as ice on a winter lake, so fragile that a gust of wind could topple her, her gentle gaze now surprised, staring at Fang Hong's right arm: "Your hand..."
"Just a small matter." With Ai Xiaoxiao and Hilveld's help, Fang Hong sat up from the stretcher, looking at this frail girl. "Affia, it seems Mr. Delan and the others have healed you?"
