"I think...I remembered..." The seriously injured person nodded slowly: "Thank you...Sister."

"Who are you?" Sister Celine asked quickly at this time: Why are you so badly burned and still unwilling to go to the hospital? Your wound cannot be treated well by us here. It will definitely become inflamed, which will be very troublesome.

"

"We can't go..." The seriously injured person shook his head with difficulty, "I will be discovered... Then, I will..."

Sister Celine hesitated and said: "Those who are chasing you?"

The seriously injured person nodded, and just a simple movement made his face twitch with pain - Sister Celine had never seen such a terrible burn, but this person was able to endure it, and his willpower was amazing!

"You...who are you?" the nun asked nervously.

"I...I'm not a bad person...nor will I hurt...hurt you...don't worry..." The seriously injured person said slowly: "Besides, it's impossible for me to hurt others in my current state."

The nun looked a little more relaxed, "But with your current situation, I don't guarantee that for the sake of your life, I will send you to the hospital, sir."

"No... don't." The seriously injured person looked at Sister Selien pleadingly, "But... yes, I can go to a place... please send me to a place."

"Where?"

The seriously injured person said: "Come on, Mr. Calvin...home."

"Mr. Calvin?" Sister Selien couldn't help but be startled, and subconsciously said: "There are many people named Calvin. Who are you talking about?"

"He... is... a famous... scholar." The seriously injured person said weakly: "You are from [Free City], you should know."

Know!

Sister Celine knew instantly that the man named Calvin was also a famous scholar. The only thing she could think of was the person who even the [Saint] would treat with courtesy in the [Free City].

Monk and great scholar!

Not only that, this Calvinist is also an honorary professor of [Free City Academy].

In addition, Sister Celine also heard Mr. Assachs say that the Calvin scholar was his former mentor.

"Hurry...send me off...it's too late...it's too late..."

"Huh? Sir, please don't faint first?"

How could she carry a grown man on her back to the university scholar's residence in the middle of the night... Taxi fares are very expensive, okay?

There is no way to go to work tonight!

"Seriously, Mr. Asachus, why haven't you come back yet? Could it be that he quietly went fishing in the fish pond in the middle of the night?!"

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The moment he regained consciousness, Mr. Azashes first rubbed the back of his head that hurt from the fall... He felt that maybe his head had also been broken.

He tried to stand up and looked around, but suddenly he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at him.

Mr. Assassis suddenly took a breath - not only because of these bloodshot eyes, but also because of the appearance of the owner of these eyes.

This is a guy whose whole body is wrapped with gauze, like a mummy... Moreover, even though his whole body is wrapped with gauze, blood can still be seen in many places.

This guy was also burned?

Mr. Assassus subconsciously thought that although there were many possibilities for being wrapped in gauze, he still subconsciously thought of the injury caused by fire, because before he came, he...Sister Celine picked up the clothes at the door of the orphanage.

To a.

I just don’t know why this guy in front of me is handcuffed to a chair?

"Brother, were you arrested by them too?" Mr. Asaches quickly walked up to this guy who was covered in gauze.

But he had just gotten closer, and the gauze-wrapped guy in front of him suddenly struggled excitedly, charging towards Asaches with an aggressive attitude - but he was trapped by handcuffs and shackles, and could only stop.

Shaking the chair.

At this moment, the door to the room opened with a click.

I saw a man wearing sunglasses walking in directly... Seeing this, Mr. Asaches quickly picked up a handicraft placed on a cabinet nearby and lifted it up!

But this thing didn't seem to be offensive, so Mr. Assachs quickly put it down again, and then picked up something more offensive-the ashtray.

"Don't come here! I'm good at hitting people!"

The man in sunglasses said nothing, but casually took out a black pistol... and loaded it.

Mr. Azashes showed a bright smile, slowly put the ashtray back to its original place, and finally wiped it clean with his sleeve...

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Chapter completed!