Stray

“Is she really okay?”

Medes stood in the stone chamber under the tomb. The red in the skeleton’s eyes brightened a bit. After getting Adrian’s affirmative answer, the necromancer rubbed the Tin Soldiers badge on his chest with his skeletal hand and let out a hoarse and unpleasant low laugh.

“I’ll write down the prescription.” The living skeleton sat back down in the mass of parchment piled up like a mountain. He dipped the quill pen in blood from the ink bottle and started scribbling.

“Personally, there’s no problem with Her Royal Highness Delia’s health. Mr. Medes, if there is anything else on your side that needs to be confirmed—”

“No, the danger period has passed, and there will be no more problems with her body.” Medes’ voice was soft and firm. After carefully completing the prescription, he picked up the blood-stained parchment paper and placed it on the thickest pile of parchment beside the table.

With a gentle wave of his skeletal hand, strong waterproof oil paper wrapped around the paper stack, then a cloth rope snake swam up the stone table to bind the wrapped parchment neatly and firmly. The mass of parchment that was thrown on the ground was swallowed by a fluorescent blue flame, leaving only a thin gray powder.

“Mr. Cross, I have a request.” Medes held up the stack of wrapped paper in both hands. “I hope you can bring this knowledge to the outside world and sign it ‘Tin Soldiers’. If possible, please send them to Clementine Academy or similar research institutions… When they have confirmed these theories, it should be able to save many people.”

“These are?” Adrian frowned slightly; he had a bad feeling.

“The results of my research over the years.” Medes’ tone was very calm. “I still have a few dragon breath stones here, and I will pay them to Tumbleweed as a reward. Considering my identity, I won’t go to the Mercenary Guild for the commission.”