Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Chapter 6

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stbound Abyss. The blizzard howled around her, the wind tearing at her

She recognized it as belonging to a member of he

Something was watching her from the storm. An an

black frost. It was so heavy she couldn't lift it. A wet, tearing sound

ar-broad shoulders, a commanding stance. Bernardo Rowe? The figure leaned in, its mouth moving, but the words

leep, a strangled cry

up. He gently shifted her off his chest and laid her back on the bed. He grabbed a rag, soaked it in the bucket

ng nightmares and burning reality. Every time she surfaced, she saw him. He was always there, sitting on the

assaging the muscles to keep them from wasting away. His ha

h day, the

into her brain. She took a deep breath, and while her ribs ached, they didn't

together. She knew what that felt like. But this was too fast. Even for a Paladin with a full reservoir of Aether, recovering from

hat defied all natural law. A faint, earthy warmth pulsed from the herbal poultices on her limbs, a feeling she didn't

hand and a rusted, broken dagger in the other. He was dragging the stone along

orked a miracle. His medical knowledge was flawless. The questions piled

e mend of her own skeleton. The fever was gone, th

adled some broth into a bowl. When he turned around and saw her starin

er and held

face. "How long was I out?" she asked.

ooked at her, his dark eyes assessing her condition. Finally, he

e da

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Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Luo Jiuyuan Fantasy

“I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade. But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad. Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal. Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion." Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps. My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood. The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt. I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served. But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows. He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden. I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal. When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body. "The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it." Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.”