Chapter 32 Return to the Human World
The Lord of Crows' flesh was burning hot, and German could feel the flow of breath and the expulsion of internal organs.

Without hesitation, Germain rubbed his fingers together, and the bronze flamethrower materialized in the abdomen of the Lord of Crows, pressing on his throbbing internal organs.

In a flash, the Lord of Crows seemed to know its fate, and pecked at Germann again desperately, its beak like a hanging blade.

German pulled the trigger.

Whoosh—the terrifying high temperature burned all the blood and flesh that could be ignited from the inside out, spurting out from the open beak of the Lord of Crows, and the burnt stench instantly filled the air.

At this moment, German loosened his hands, kicked the wings of the Lord of Crows, and used the force to fall to the ground.

The Lord of Crows did not chase after them, it was burning, but the little crows were still pestering them.

With a flock of crows chasing him, he landed on the ground with his hands covering his face.

Cushioned by the tall reeds, he tumbled into the mud, with almost both thighs sunk in.

German had to lie on the mud as much as possible to slow down his sinking.

Fortunately, the annoying little crow didn't peck him again.

The huge fireball transformed by the Lord of Crows also fell down, and with a bang, it landed in front of Germain and the Reed Forest.

In a moment, mud splashed everywhere, and the reed forest was also set on fire. A huge fire spread in an instant, and thick smoke rose.

A flock of crows circled in the air, making cries that were either mournful or cursed. They did not land but flew towards their nests deep in the reed forest.

German stretched out his arms, grabbed the wings of the motionless Lord of Crows, used them to pull his legs out of the mud, and then climbed out of the mud.

Covered in mud and scars, he stood aside, watching the Lord of Crows burn quietly.

Almost all of its eyeballs were closed, but if you look closely, you can see that the single eye on its head is still wide open and as red as a "fire eye".

German looked at his left arm again. The three eyeballs had completely disappeared, leaving only three cracks, from which black pus flowed.

Fortunately, I won... However, in my current state, it is probably impossible for me to continue exploring.

The danger of the Dark Continent, apart from those terrifying unknown creatures, is its vastness. Once you go deep into it, the supply lines will be infinitely stretched.

No one can predict what will happen on this route. Whether the frontline adventure team can return and whether the logistics troops can keep up are all unknown.

If German didn't have the "third lantern", he would have to drag his wounded body and return along the same route.

A disabled body is bound to attract covetousness, and it is no wonder that previous human expeditions have been destroyed here countless times.

So Germain was lucky.

After confirming that he had obtained a new "Gift of Resentment", he took action himself and dug out the Lord of Crows' one eye from its eye socket.

Holding the eyeball in his palm, German could feel the remaining curse and resentment in it.

It is fine if it is held for a short period of time, but if it is held for more than a certain period of time, it will disturb the holder's mind and radiate the curse to a certain range around it.

Germann was not sure whether the holding period was three days, three weeks or three months, but this eyeball did have the real power of curse.

It is estimated that only a mind remover and Germain's "Hunter Badge" can completely clear the resentment in the eyeball.

However, German did not absorb this resentment. He put the "One Eye of the Lord of Crows" into his backpack to see if there would be a chance to sell it.

Putting on his backpack again, Germain planted the "Third Lantern" next to the muddy land.

The light and the imp arrived as promised.

He took one last look at the reed forest, and then, guided by the little ghost and the light of the lantern, he was teleported back to the human world in the blink of an eye.

It was two o'clock in the morning on January 1. Everything was quiet.

In Germain's room at the Opera Hotel, the light of a lantern flickered on and then went out.

Before he could even verify his current state, he staggered out of his room, went to the next door, and knocked on the door.

There was no response after knocking for a long time. Just when Germain was wondering if Maggie was sleeping too soundly, the light in the room came on and footsteps were heard.

The door was opened with a creak.

Maggie stood at the door. She was not used to wearing pajamas, so she was still wearing her daytime clothes, but her ponytail was loose and draped messily over her shoulders. She looked unfriendly.

Although Machi was a light sleeper and always alert, she would still get angry if she was woken up in the middle of the night.

"I really didn't expect you to come at this time..."

Before Maggie could finish her prepared sarcasm, she saw that Germain was covered with wounds, blood dripping onto the floor like rain, and his robes were covered with caked mud.

Is this a fight with the enemy in the mud?
She swallowed the rest of her words, frowned, made way, and said, "Come in first and lie on the sofa."

Machi is still very responsible at work.

Germain followed instructions and walked into March's room.

The layout here was similar to that of Germain's room. He walked straight across the hall and lay down on the long sofa.

Machi took out the small cloth bag she carried with her and squatted next to Germain.

"Next, I will help you clean the wound and stop the bleeding, and then perform the "Thought Silk Suture". You must cooperate with me during the whole process and maintain a "determination" posture."

Maintaining "Absolute" means that one cannot use "Mind" to defend, and this is when the Mind user is at their most vulnerable.

Without hesitation, Germain agreed and followed Machi's orders, taking off the wet and sticky hunter's robe from the upper body and throwing it aside.

He didn't trust March, but trusted his own judgment.

"These wounds, and the amount of blood loss..." Machi glanced at Germann's upper body, and then while cleaning the wound, she said coldly, "You're lucky to have made it to my door."

In fact, it was not entirely luck. Germann had a "Constitution" of 20 points. Although not as good as Ugin, who was also a member of the Phantom Troupe, it was enough to save his life.

German, who was lying on the sofa, was still a little dizzy on the way over, but now he is much more awake, with his black eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm starting."

Machi took out the needle, and the thread of thought passed through the small hole, swinging flexibly.

The next moment, her hands turned into a blurry afterimage, and her fingers, needles, and thoughts gradually became unclear.

"The right shoulder has been stitched up."

"The left arm has been stitched up."

"The small wound in the front has been sutured. Turn over."

"All the small wounds on the back have been sutured."

Machi has dealt with countless similar injuries and is very experienced.

This time, the wound was cleaned and sutured quickly and well. Her "mind-wire suture" that can suture nerves will also help the wound heal in the future.

In less than ten minutes, March completed her artistic operation, which was enough to put most surgeons and emergency doctors to shame.

(End of this chapter)