Chapter 167
Bonte’s eyes widened in surprise at Hanna’s actions. "Ayo, what the fuck are you doing?!" He blurted out and rushed to the Changeling while retrieving a healing potion.
Hanna moved to stop him. "They were involved in trying to kill Her Excellency!" She argued.
The Tigea roughly pushed her to the side. "Where’s your finesse, woman?" He demanded.
The Ork’s face turned to surprise at failing to resist the man’s strength, taking a few steps backwards.
His equipment far surpassed hers, giving him enough stats to overwhelm her efforts.
Bonte popped the flask’s cork, then pried Kulmonari’s throat open with his free hand and poured the liquid straight down the esophagus.
The Changeling’s robe was covered in blood, as was the floor beneath them along with theirs and Bonte’s hands.
Hanna sighed in irritation, "Why are you helping-?"
Bonte clicked his tongue. "Shut the fuck up!" He interrupted her. "Scout’s Code rule number 3: Don’t engage in combat unless the other party attacks first, especially if those involved are Scouts," he recited while moving Kulmonari back to the chair.
The bleeding stopped and the wound slowly closed shut, leaving no evidence of the attack.
Hanna simply shook her head in annoyance.