Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

If someone else had given this warning, the people who came over would probably not have taken it seriously at all.

Before coming to this world, which one of them was not a ruthless person who could stand on his own?

However, Ye Zhi was really cruel, and her methods were well-known there.

More undead than a necromancer, more heretic than a heretic.

It may be difficult for people living in modern society to understand what it means, but in Catwoman's world, this is definitely not a good name.

"Of course I understand, so I'm not preparing for others."

After saying this, the figure in the dark red cloak never spoke again and continued to recover his strength.

Catwoman didn't say anything more when she saw this, but just silently flipped through the part of the diary that was related to herself.

After I went out, I took off my cape and coat. I turned back and whispered, "You can sleep for a while. Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?"

I saw her eyes were dazed for a moment, and she stretched out her fingers, trying to put them on my...hair?

"You're also confused. My hair isn't natural. Black hair is rare for people in your world."

She didn't understand, but still tilted her head and stretched out her fingers. I suspected that this experience might have damaged her nervous system, and now her reaction ability and comprehension are seriously degraded.

"Is there something wrong with the nervous system? I'm not a surgeon..."

However, people in this world probably cannot understand what the nervous system is. Even if there are so-called mysterious powers such as magic and holy light, they cannot cure all diseases.

I lowered my head closer and I felt as if my hair was being touched twice.

There seemed to be a little light in that eye, and the ears moved.

"I just touched your hair, do you want to touch it back?"

I looked at her messy hair, where dried blood had coagulated and stuck together.

"I'll go back and wash it for you. You're too dirty." I tapped the horse and suddenly remembered the first time I saw her, her golden fur looked so dazzling.

Reminds me of sunshine.

"My name is Ye. You should remember me. I fought with you during the war in Shiloh Highlands. Do you remember?"

As expected, there is still no sound. I just did a quick check and there should be no injuries on her throat and her vocal cords should be fine. Is it because she took some medicine that she can't speak?

Or is it simply that the vocal cords are damaged and can't make any sound?

I looked at her bewilderedly. Did she know her own name or not?

"Can you write?"

Silent response.

"Then do you know what I said?"

She looked at me blankly.

Even the mental state is affected. Is the hippocampus in the brain damaged?

Chapter 93 Yeats’s Diary (1)

The slave owners' methods were cruel enough, even crueler than those of a scholar like me.

At most I can do an autopsy, but these guys don't treat me as human beings.

"Take off your clothes"

But the strange thing is that when I said the word "take off", she reacted instantly and took off the blanket and clothes.

Is training cost effective?

I wrapped her naked body in a blanket again and told her not to take off her clothes because she had a fever.

"What's your name...wait...are you okay."

As soon as she said the name, she seemed to have seen or heard something terrible. Her whole body convulsed, her face twisted, her teeth chattered, and she suddenly knelt on the ground with her head pressed against the carriage.

What did I just say? It’s just a name, why such a big reaction?

She trembled for a moment, stretched out her fingers, and raised her eyes. I saw her pupils constricted, but her lips were grinning. I saw her skinny fingers touched my clothes, and then suddenly retracted.

I grabbed her palm, her hand was hot and full of sweat. I reached out and placed my hand on her trembling back, gently touching from her neck to her back.

Caressing over and over, saying softly, "It's okay, you're safe, it's okay, you're safe and I won't hurt you."

"I won't do anything to you, don't worry."

I looked into her blue eyes. They were very beautiful, clean and clear as if they were the color of the sky, but now they were blocked by dark clouds, full of emptiness and fear.

Slowly, the trembling stopped, and I let her lie down and covered her body with the cloak.

"You should get some sleep."

She was very scared and seemed to be afraid to fall asleep at all, as if something was keeping her from falling asleep.

But that eye was always staring at me, as if waiting for my order. She didn't respond when I told her to go to sleep. I guess it was a request for her not to fall asleep when her master was awake.

I had no choice but to use the "remote control" given to me by my slave master, the device implanted in my spine.

Since conventional methods didn't work, she had to use unconventional methods. If she couldn't fall asleep, her spirit would definitely collapse.

Seeing her current condition, I feel somewhat guilty.

If I had stopped at the beginning, it would have been better

I regarded myself as an equal to those gods and regarded them as simple data and codes.

But they are not, they are living beings.

I realized this, and guilt tormented my heart.

I want to save her.

After the order was given, she closed her eyes, feeling extremely uneasy, with her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched.

I didn't expect that she was so nervous.

The Hero Empire was in quite a mess after the war, and it was easy to obtain a noble status with just a few bags of gold coins and some gems. So I had a legal identity and a "family tree", as well as a fiefdom.

"Master, you are back."

The butler at the door was polite and elegant in every move, except for the two scars on his face and two horns on his head. But his sturdy body wrapped in a tuxedo looked awkward no matter how you looked at him.

The first warrior who followed me on the Shiloh Plateau was also a veteran of many battles, and now he is willing to condescend to be a steward.

"There's no need to call me Master..."

"According to your title, I should certainly shout that."

"Did you bring anyone else?" He sniffed. "The stench of death. Did you bring another corpse?"

What do you mean by bringing back the body?

Those are precious experimental samples.

No, this person is still alive. He is not dead.

"Prepare clean hot water, easily digestible food, and my toolbox."

"Okay." Ed shouted inside, with some pity in his eyes, as if he felt that the beastman princess was doomed.

"Felin! Did you hear that?"

I walked down carrying the orc princess. She was still sleeping. I took a look at the blood-red eyes that appeared behind her.

"The corrupt and tainted soul is delicious, sir. After she dies, can you give me her soul to eat? Just like you disposed of those corpses."

"No. She won't die. If she dies, won't all my money be wasted?"

I can't do this kind of business at a loss.

Several ghosts were wiping the floor and tables in the hall. When they saw me come in, they all bowed politely. There was a skeleton standing near the second-floor staircase. It seemed that he was holding his chin with his hand, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"What did you pick up? Hey, this is the soul of an orc. Can I eat it?"

These ghosts were also brought back from Hero Highlands for the purpose of studying the so-called nature of the soul.

The more I researched, the more I realized that the soul of this world is not the same as the soul we know.

In the world I originally lived in, the soul was the essence of human beings to us. It meant human free thought and everything about human beings.

But this matter is not that simple. The soul we refer to is more complicated. The soul in this world is just a symbol of possession, just like the number given to creation by God.

You guys want to eat whatever you want.

"No, Feilin, start cleaning, disinfecting and suturing the wound."

Feilin looked at me for a while, not sure if she was looking at me or at her in her arms, before she said "OK" after a moment.

"Slave?" Feilin flipped the black chain around her neck and helped take out the tools.

“Where did you buy it from?”

“The market.”

"Look at these pieces of hers."

Feilin pressed her ribs and found that they were concave. "The bones are all broken. It looks like they never healed properly. The inside is already ulcerated."

"

And the legs, this side is not fully grown, although it has grown, but it is crooked. "

"Why are you so focused on bones?"

"I am your student. Didn't you teach me from the bones?"

Feilin pointed to the mark on her spine, which looked like it was burned with a branding iron.

"You should go back, otherwise it will be very troublesome if your father brings people here."

"No, I know my brother is here with you, I just want him to go back."

Feilin shook her head and rejected my proposal.

"It was invented by the Discipline Department. Look carefully. Generally speaking, this brand is rarely used because it is difficult to find animals that are completely immune to magic. As long as the spine is damaged, they will lose most of their abilities."

"The chains completely cut off the magician's ability to sense magic. Teacher, tell me, did you buy this person because she is an orc slave girl who has offended the church?"

If I say she is an orc princess, will you chop her into minced meat on the spot?

The conflicts between humans and orcs in this world are extremely deep, but the main hatred is directed against the orc royal family.

"Although it is extremely troublesome, she has a strong desire to survive, so she will definitely get better."

Whip marks, knife wounds, burns...all kinds of marks, new ones covering old ones. If she didn't have a strong desire to survive, she wouldn't be alive.

"No, I don't think so." A dangerous light flashed in Feilin's ferocious pupils. That was the sign of dragonization.

"Let me give you an analogy. I'm sure you won't die from this kind of damage. Her body is very strong, but she can't use magic. However, the destructive magic still flows in her body, making it difficult for her body to heal."

"What did the emperor say? Oh, yes, the people in the Church often use this for fun, specifically to deal with heretics who disagree with them..."

Feilin sneered, she also didn't like the exchange.

"If you really want to cure her, first remove the chain and wedge. We have to remove the chain ourselves. Before removing this thing, we have to let her take medicine first. Am I right, teacher?"

"That's right and wrong. If we simply remove it, her spine will be destroyed."

I listened to Feilin talking to me while cleaning the wound, but I couldn't refute it yet, and I couldn't be distracted at this time. . There was nothing I could do about it. Light healing magic required chanting prayers, and the prayers were all in the church. I couldn't go to the church, so I definitely couldn't learn healing magic.

"I have a question."

"Ok?"

"Debridement is so painful, why is this person silent?"

"I gave her some medicine, she should be sleeping."

A little bit of ** can make people fall into deep sleep, calm their emotions, and also act as an anesthetic.

"That"

Feilin pressed her white hair on Finisia's forehead

"Is she in so much pain in a dream like this?"

The medicine that can make people have a good dream seemed to have no effect on her. She still frowned and clenched her teeth, her whole body tense.