Chapter 508 Louis Gets Injured
They huddled together in fear, finally sighing in relief after a long while.
Even the bravest would be scared thinking about what could've happened if they hadn't spotted the venomous snake. Oscar turned and hugged Pearl tightly, kissing her forehead.
"It's okay now. I'll check the cave thoroughly later to make sure this doesn't happen again."
"It's not your fault. No one expected a snake in the cave."
Pearl comforted Oscar. In such a damp place, snakes were inevitable. It might have been the snake's nest.
They had broke in and killed it. In a way, they were the intruders.
Oscar relit the torch, inspected the area, and started looking for stones to seal the cave entrance. Only after that did he begin roasting the snake meat. They didn't know how long they'd have to walk later, so it was best to eat first.
Things were rough for the Eldorians. The one who reported the battle earlier crawled back with a broken leg.
"Quick, get some help! Mr. Mitchell is injured!" His voice was sharp, and several people rushed over.
Jimena asked, "Where is he? Is he seriously hurt?"
Her voice trembled, and she felt like she was about to collapse.
"He's on the mountain." After saying that, he fainted.
Jimena grabbed her weapon and ordered, "You guys take him to RavenWing. The rest, follow me to find Mr. Mitchell."
The mountain was only about ten yards from the battlefield. If their people couldn't hold off the enemy, they'd definitely find Louis.
Jimena couldn't imagine what she'd do if Louis was taken or what would happen to the Eldorians.
Luckily, when they arrived, the warriors had returned, and it seemed they had temporarily driven away the enemy.
Even though she was prepared, Jimena couldn't help but cry when she saw Louis.
Louis was unconscious, covered in cuts, gripping a destroyed bow, and his right foot still bleeding, soaking the ground.
"Those not injured, go back and prepare for emergency treatment with RavenWing. The rest, help carry Mr. Mitchell back."
Jimena bit her lip to calm down and gave her orders. Then she returned with the others.
At dawn, Louis was still not out of danger.
Jimena sat by his side, cleaning the blood-soaked cotton from the ground. She kept glancing at Louis, and each time she saw he hadn't woken up, disappointment clouded her eyes.
She bit her lip in worry, tears streaming down.
"Mr. Mitchell, you must be okay. You will be okay, you definitely will be."
Jimena picked up the basin to dump the bloody water but hesitated. She worried Louis might wake up with no one around, so she put the basin back down.
She sat back by the bed, tucking Louis in. She gently touched his forehead. Only when she found he didn't have a fever did her worry ease a bit.
In the morning, the dew soaked the roadside weeds and wet Pearl and Oscar's clothes.
They were in a sorry state. Although they had spent a peaceful night in the cave, no one expected they'd almost fall off a cliff when leaving.
The soil at the entrance was loose, and the stone had been tough to move after pressing down all night. When they finally pushed it away, they almost tumbled off the cliff.
Even so, they still fell and got a mouthful of dirt, making Pearl and Oscar laugh at their messy state.
After walking a long way, Pearl looked back at the cliff, feeling like she missed something.
Oscar, puzzled, said, "You don't want to stay another night, do you? Aren't you afraid of running into that snake's mate?"
"Venomous snakes live in damp places. Could the seven-leaf clover be inside the cave?"
Pearl was just guessing. The cave never saw sunlight, and the book said the seven-leaf clover needed some sunlight to be a top-grade herb. It liked shade but also needed sunlight.
Oscar thought it was possible after hearing her suggestion.
"I'll go up there. You wait here," he proposed.
"No, we'll go up together. If that snake's mate comes back, we can look out for each other."
Pearl and Oscar exchanged a smile. Some jokes only made sense to those in sync, like them now.
"It's really a seven-leaf clover."
After searching the cave, they finally found a seven-leaf clover deep inside.
There was an exit deep in the cave with sunlight shining down. The seven-leaf clover grew right next to it, lush and in stark contrast to the other weeds.
Oscar was thrilled and reached out to pick it, but Pearl stopped him.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" he asked, puzzled.
"We can't damage the plant by using our hands. It has to be intact, or it will wither before we can bring it back."
Pearl recited the book's instructions. Seeing Oscar's disdainful look, she smiled. "It's that precious and delicate. You have to treat it as carefully as you would treat our daughter."
Oscar held her coat and carefully reminded her, "Be careful. If this thing gets damaged, we can always find another one. But you can't get hurt. Otherwise, I won't be able to face Christopher."
"Okay," Pearl smiled, but her hands were very careful.
The seven-leaf clover's roots were fragile, probably because it had been in a cold, damp place for so long. When Pearl picked it, she dug it up with the roots and even took some extra soil to prevent it from drying out on the way.
Having found the seven-leaf clover, they could head back right away.
Thinking of Christopher's condition, Pearl didn't want to delay.
Oscar was even more eager to leave. Once they were back on the ground, they immediately retraced their steps.
The fog grew thicker, reducing visibility to almost a yard. They had to hold hands, and eventually, Oscar even carried her in his arms as they walked.
He didn't want to lose Pearl due to any carelessness.
"Wait," Pearl suddenly called out, signaling Oscar to let go of her hand.
She walked over to a tree trunk to check.
"It's our mark," Oscar said, then was shocked.
They had started making marks near the cave, which meant that after all this time, they had just been going in circles.
Or maybe they hadn't moved at all, and it was just an illusion.
Thinking this, he quickly pulled Pearl into his arms.
"We have to wait for the fog to clear before we can go back."
Pearl didn't dare move again. She was afraid that the more they walked, the further they would stray from the right direction, and then they wouldn't be able to find their way back.
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