Five days later, the Seagull landed at the Winterfell Knight Academy.

Tilie stepped off the plane with Nanawa, and for the first time did not ask Roland the question of the special machine, but asked eagerly, "We are not late?"

Since the tower project has not yet compiled a supporting communication code table, the reserve air riders who completed the theoretical course also went to the town of thorns for the next step of practical training, so the fastest way to contact the front line is only one flight messenger.The speed of crossing two and a half kingdoms and going back to a day for four days is not slow, but it has been a long time for urgent treatment.

"No, you've just come."Roland returned.

"Yes, that's all right... the next time I'll call an empty knight cadet in the winter, in case this need to be done from time to time."Tilly relaxed, “Yes, who’s the injured?”

“Uh...” Roland was dumb for a moment, and the flight messenger had limited information, so he didn’t mention too much detail, but asked Tili to send Nanawa back to Winter as soon as possible, and now when asked about this, he found that he did not know how to explain it.After a moment's pause, he began, "a man who does not exist in this world."

“Ha?”Tilly twitched, “You mean the dream?”

It was the five princesses, and the reaction was not ordinary keenness... Roland coughed twice, "Almost that's what I mean."

"Then you can just say no. You have to turn the corner."Tilie snapped him in distaste, “Why, you’re afraid that we’ll find out that we’ve come back from thousands of miles away, but you’re unhappy for an illusory dream?”

“The blood.”Nanawa echoed the road.

“Don’t tell me, without saying it,” Wendy said with a smile and shaking her head.

You three guys—are you singing oboe?

"Knowing that a bad heart is a good thing, brother."Tilly tiptoeed and reached out to point his chest, "But you're too small to look at everybody--since it's something you think it's necessary to do, even if it's absurd, we'll do it again."So... what to do next?”

That’s probably another form of trust, isn’t it?

Roland pressed Tiley's head and exhaled a white air, "Back to the castle, the scroll is waiting for us there."

...

With sufficient preparation, Nanawa quickly produced a large number of "demonized stitches".According to her, even if you do not know how to sew, as long as you are placed near the wound can have a healing effect, the only trouble is to remove it afterwards, otherwise these unfixed stitches are likely to bring new problems to the injured.

Considering that the real items will not disappear out of thin air, the book volume can obtain a large number of stitches only a few times in and out of the consciousness, so Nanawa can retain the full magic to carry out the magic for the follow-up medical equipment.

Although the preparation took five days, it was only a moment for the dream world.

Of course, the people involved in the dream are likely to be aware of the strangeness, such as Jero, such as Wakiris... but Roland is no longer able to take that into account.

When everything was ready, he took a deep breath, gestured more at the scroll and the other witches, and first closed his eyes and entered the dream.

After a tangle, the familiar scene reappeared in front of the eyes.

Fei Yihan still lay motionless in the pool of blood, while the other two looked at him in amazement, and Jero grabbed his sleeve with eagerness, "Uncle, what can you do to save her?"

Time was back in time, and it was as if he had gone back five days.

Roland did not explain more, quickly pulled out his mobile phone and dialed Garcia's phone.

The Martial Law Conference has been successfully concluded, and it is not surprising that Garcia should have lived in the barrel building.

The phone quickly turned on, “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Where are you now?”

“Outside.”

Roland suddenly sank, “Why don’t you stay home?”If this program fails, he can only choose a backup plan to inform the association.Not only does that take more time to explain, but it doesn’t necessarily work as much as he expects.

“Hey, what’s your attitude, can’t I go downstairs and buy some snacks?”

He said, “So you’re in the community?”“Do you have the car keys?”

“Shit,” came Garcia’s unscrupulous voice over the phone, “so what do you want to say?”

Roland coughed twice and turned to the most solemn tone and said, "Listen, I have a lifetime request, and only you can do this."

“Well...” her momentum suddenly became small, “did that... have to say it on the phone?”

“Yes, otherwise it will be too late.You now immediately drive to the six-mile pavilion, two blocks away, and pick up a lady named the book.She will stand at the intersection waiting for you, and you will never miss her.Then you send her to the West Suburbs High-speed Bridge, which is where I am right now."Roland paused, “It takes about thirty minutes to drive normally in both places, but I don’t have that much time left.So you have to get there as fast as you can, and I’ll take care of all the trouble I’ve caused—please, please go now.”

“...” The head was silent for a few seconds, and then a rhythmic running sound, “that is, you don’t have time to explain it further now?”

“Yes.”

"Well, if I wait there and find that it doesn't matter, you should know how severe the consequences will be!"The moment the engine ignited, she hung up the phone, "Also, you owe me."

Roland then pressed the number of the town guarding the rock.

This time he briefly described the matter, "Miss Feinhan is now seriously injured, and needs the best doctors and equipment sent by the association for treatment."But this alone is not enough, and Garcia is now rushing to the site with key life-saving things, and if he can, hope that the association will coordinate the traffic department and control the roads along the way so that she can reach the bridge as soon as possible.”

The rock should be immediately removed, and they will immediately contact the relevant departments to deal with the matter.However, Roland also knows that if there is no prior communication, the possibility of the government's timely response is very slim, and whether it can arrive smoothly depends mainly on Garcia himself.

When I put the phone down, it was almost five minutes.

All he can do is wait.

Unfortunately, fortunately, the traffic in the winter is not high, the closer to the suburbs, the more so, as long as it is not the peak of commuting, Garcia should be able to drive out the speed of the van is difficult to reach.

“Uncle, Master, she... she’s not going to!”Suddenly, Jello interrupted Roland's thoughts with a cry.

Roland hurried back to the cold, only to see her slightly trembling chest, now completely silent.

"Her heart and breath stopped."Vakiris frowned, "Although I don't know what you've come up with, I'm afraid it's too late."

"No, she'll hold on."Roland reached out and gently pressed it on the other person's bloodied forehead, "It's all this step, and I'm sure she won't give up easily."

He had heard that the brain would still function for a period of time after the physical function was shut down, and for a few minutes short, the brain waves would appear as if they were really asleep.The length of this period may depend on many factors, but in terms of personal will, the genius martial arts are definitely the best among them.

Twenty-five seconds later, the bridge came with a loud roar.

Roland's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Immediately after a red light hit the broken car iron skin, directly stopped in front of the three people.

“Your Majesty!”The book opened the door and threw the paper bag in his hand toward Roland.

The latter could not bear the surprised look of Elo and Garcia, and tore the package and spread the healing sutures evenly on the cold body of the Feishan.

“Is this... a witch-made demon?”Vakiris raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," Roland nodded, "and if it works, even the rest of the time can be saved."

At this moment, Nanawa's power crosses the barrier between dream and reality, and acts on the woman of another world.Her body made a frying sound, and flesh and blood and organs, energized by magic, began to re-integrate together.

Ten minutes later, the crowd heard an unscrupulous sound.

Even though it is weak, it is louder than any sound.

The cold boobs of the throb returned to throbb.