The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 281 281.Chapter 281 281.Chapter 281 Eliza motioned for Gilbert to bring the man into the small kitchen.

As the door creaked open, the flickering light from the lantern revealed the man's figure, broad-shouldered and thick- bearded, now trembling violently.

His face was an unhealthy shade of white, and blood stained the corner of his mouth where his clenched jaw had torn the skin.

"It's the poison," Gilbert explained urgently. "It's taking effect." The space in the small kitchen was cramped, with only the stove serving as a surface, so Gilbert laid the man directly on the floor.

After hearing Gilbert's explanation, Eliza immediately understood the situation. His shaking was from the agony, and his pale face was the result of the poison.

After washing her hands, Eliza scrutinized the man. She checked his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, then placed her fingers on his pulse.

"The blood is flowing backward, and swelling is building inside his body. No wonder he's in such agony. If this continues, he won't survive the night." "Your Grace, do you have a way to save him?" Gilbert's face showed apparent concern and urgency.

"Weren't you investigating Zoie? Rocco Lane knows something about what happened back then. I was going to ask him for you, but when I found him, the poison started acting up suddenly." "Renee, go fetch the medicine kit from my room," Eliza ordered swiftly.

Renee nodded and dashed out of the room, returning quickly with the kit in hand. Eliza opened the medicine kit and swiftly retrieved a set of acupuncture needles. She had recently studied pressure points with Mary, and after locating the key points on Rocco's body, she precisely and quickly inserted the needles into the right spots. After several needles were in place, Eliza took out a small bottle from the kit and poured out a pill. She tried to give it to Rocco, but his mouth was clenched so tightly, he wouldn't open it.

"Tina, release his jaw," Eliza instructed, furrowing her brow.

Tina stepped forward without hesitation. With a swift motion, she dislocated Rocco's jaw, the sharp "crack" echoing in the room. Once Eliza had successfully fed him the pill, Tina just as efficiently popped his jaw back into place with another sharp "crack." Gilbert watched the entire process, his eyelids twitching with every moment. He had never witnessed such a violent method of treatment before.

But after a short time, Gilbert noticed that Rocco's trembling had lessened. A little while later, his body finally settled into stillness.

"Your Grace, what was that medicine you gave him? Have you already found the antidote?" Gilbert asked, disbelief in his eyes as he looked at Eliza.

Eliza shook her head. "It's not an antidote, just a regular painkiller to ease the body's strain." "The poison in his system hasn't completely worn off yet. My medicine can only help stabilize him for now. > won't die, but he still needs to survive this flare-up on his own." Though it wasn't the cure Gilbert had hoped for, hearing that Rocco wouldn't die eased the knot in his chest. "Thank you, Your Grace, for saving him." Eliza shook her head. "You can thanktomorrow when he wakes up. For now, stay here with him. Don't remove the needles. Give him the pills as needed-one each the seems to be losing strength, but no more than three. Don't exceed that." "Understood," Gilbert nodded, and with that, Eliza motioned for Tina and Renee to follow as she left the room. After returning to her room, Eliza exchanged a glance with Tina.

Tina gave her a reassuring look. She would keep close watch tonight Successfully unlocked! Though Gilbert had started cooperating with E. za, she still couldn't tuly trust him. She wouldn't let her guard down completely.

So, she refrained from entering the pendant's pocket farm that night.

When Eliza woke the next morning, she found that Rocco had indeed survived. She checked in on him briefly, changing his 1/2 281.Chapter 281 needles and ensuring he could sleep peacefully, before heading off for her morning lessons.

By the tthe morning session and prayers had ended, and her studies were complete, it was nearly noon when Eliza returned at a leisurely pace.

"Your Grace has returned! The lunch is ready, please-" "Your Grace, you're finally back! Cto see Rocco! Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Gilbert's voice drowned out Renee's cheerful greeting.

Before Renee could even greet Your Grace, she saw that the insufferable foreigner, Gilbert, with his curly hair, had already led Your Grace into the small kitchen! Renee stood there, speechless.

As Renee reluctantly entered the kitchen, she overheard Your Grace, in a calm voice, saying, "Because I put the needles for him to sleep. After all, my courtyard is filled with delicate women who couldn't even kill a chicken. How could I possibly let such a warrior wake up in my absence?" Renee blinked in disbelief.

Gilbert, too, stood there dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond to the overwhelming absurdity of the situation.

When Eliza finally removed the needles, Rocco stirred and woke up not long after.

"Am I... dead or am I still alive?" Rocco opened his eyes, disoriented and unable to make sense of bism surroundings Gilbert quickly helped Rocco sit up. "You're alive! She is the Holy Lady of Bortenland-she's the one who saved you last night. You've survived the poison flare-up, Rocco!" Rocco's eyes widened in shock. "Is this the antidote? Is it the antidote?!" The dream of receiving an antidote had haunted them all for so long. Unfortunately, Gilbert shook his head. "No, it's not the antidote." Rocco's face fell with disappointment, but then Gilbert added, "However, the Holy Lady does have the formula for the antidote." "What?" Rocco's expression changed in an instant, a spark of hope in his eyes. "Really? Where did she get it from? Was it from Sophie?" This time, Eliza answered him directly- "It was from Sophie, but it's still being developed. It will take stime. However, if any of you suffer another poisoning episode, you can ctofor help." Eliza spoke calmly, her tone even and unwavering.

Rocco narrowed his eyes slightly, his thick beard adding to the intensity of his gaze. A subtle but unmistakable pressure radiated from him as he spoke. "Your Grace is so kind? What do you want in return? Or perhaps you expect us to becyour dogs, too?" 0