When Artor pulled Leslie up, his face was as white as paper.
Wendy Ness felt relieved when she saw he was still gasping for breath.
Leslie threw several Healing Skills onto himself, making him look like a living Elf rather than one of The Undead risen from the ground.
The rescued human woman's eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Who is Simon? The one who threw you down here?" Wendy Ness checked her condition, asking casually.
The woman sat up, saw the Ranger Sword at Wendy Ness's waist and the Elf Bow slung over her shoulder, and the light in her previously dim eyes reignited like 'fire'.
She grabbed Wendy Ness's wrist with surprising strength.
"I'll give you gold coins. Ah, no, all my gold coins have been stolen... But if I return to the surface, I can give you lots of money!"
"Can you help me find Simon?"
"He's in Aerendus!" The woman desperately held onto Wendy Ness.
Ellie Miller had a strong premonition, wanting to hear this person's story.
