The Lord Of Blood Hill-Chapter 239: He’s Seriously Wounded!
That afternoon, Henwell’s room is a nonstop scene of surgery.
The battlefield medic from the Lord Iron Guards handles the operation.
Now he is sweating buckets, because Henwell’s wounds are just too damn many.
Stab wounds, slash cuts, shattered bones everywhere.
Henwell refuses any hallucinogenic anesthesia, instead directing the medic on how to treat his injuries.
He doesn’t want the doc to do too much—mostly just debride and stitch up the worst.
Thanks to the unique blood-colored Fighting Spirit and his own rock-solid healing ability, his internal injuries will heal on their own.
As for the bones, once the major wounds close up, Henwell plans to fix those himself.
Buckets of bloody water get dumped outside the room repeatedly.
Melissa, waiting anxiously nearby, breaks down into tears more than once.
Finally, Duke Jansen orders someone to take Melissa away—she can’t handle watching anymore.
By afternoon, the remaining Lord Iron Guards move into the city, setting up guard posts around the Phoenix family estate.
Henwell has already fallen into a deep sleep.
He’s lost so much blood, nearly the entire volume of an adult’s body.
What now courses through his veins is the blood-colored Fighting Spirit substance.
His body races to heal itself, and he is sleeping soundly.
That’s why the guards are so damn strict.
Once Henwell’s wounds are tended, the other Lord Iron Guards start their own treatments.
Duke Jansen pulls the elite troops stationed outside Phoenix’s castle into the city.
Though the estate isn’t huge, over five hundred warriors pack in and around it.
When Grand Duke Marcus arrives that night, Jansen has to personally escort him inside.
Seeing the Lord Iron Guards assembling crossbows and setting up defense points everywhere, Marcus frowns.
“Get those things put away! How the hell did you bring them into Silver Peak City?”
Jansen shrugs helplessly. “I tried to talk them out of it, but the guard’s captain insisted, he thought it’s just too risky.”
Marcus glares at Simon. “Don’t you know what’s at stake? If Henwell wakes up, he’ll damn well chew you out. If you won’t put those away, at least cover them up! The palace is a mess right now, or else this alone would be enough for someone to come after Henwell!”
Simon furrows his brow. “But sir, he’s incredibly fragile right now. We have to prepare for the worst.”
Marcus shoots him a sharp look. “Why panic? My Eastern Mist Knights are already on their way here! What you need to do now is rest. Today’s battle drained everyone. While all sides are still reeling, use this time to recover your strength—and keep Henwell safe.”
Simon glances at Duke Jansen, who advises, “You should let your men rest. I’m watching over things tonight. My guards can protect Henwell just fine.”
Still uneasy, Simon asks, “I might leave half my men behind.”
Jansen waves it off. “I’m taking over defense today. We have enough.”
Marcus peers through the window at Henwell lying inside. “I’m staying here too. We’re the kingdom’s two grand dukes. Who’d dare rebel? Who’d attack this place? Now Amir’s got his hands full and can’t deal with this.”
Simon hesitates. “That assassin from today—he threatened Henwell personally. I’m worried he might—”
Marcus cuts him off with a dry tone. “That guy’s probably already a Glory Knight. He killed dozens of Iron Knights in the palace today and walked away unscathed. If he really comes, how long do you think you can hold him off?”
”A single drinking’s worth of time, and you’re all dead. Whether you defend or not makes zero difference against someone like him.”
Thinking about that fierce Newwood from earlier, Simon admits he has a point.
So, he calls off the defense and leads his men to a makeshift rest shelter in the backyard to sleep.
Watching the heavily armed Lord Iron Guards withdraw, Marcus sighs, “Where did Henwell find so many knights? Two hundred or so, mostly knights—that’s almost a small knightly order.”
Jansen shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve known about Henwell’s guard for a while, but only today did I realize how powerful they really are. Henwell must’ve planned this long ago.”
They don’t dig deeper—that’s Henwell’s secret.
The two head to the study to discuss the day’s events.
Marcus ends up staying the entire night. If he hadn’t, his precious daughter Melissa would’ve come crying over.
In the dead of night, Henwell stirs awake, struggling to lift his hand toward the side.
The two guards who hadn’t rested a moment immediately shout for people.
The once-quiet estate bursts back into life in an instant.
After downing over a dozen bowls of various extraordinary potions and supplements, Henwell’s complexion visibly improves.
He chats briefly with everyone, then starts giving orders.
First, he tells the Lord Iron Guards to stop being so tense and to take down the crossbows.
Simon wipes away tears. “My lord, you can’t afford to get hurt! Chick kept telling me before we left—don’t let you get injured. We failed. We didn’t protect you well, and you got hurt so badly. Please punish me!”
Henwell laughs. “If Chick himself showed up today, even he’d be shaking in his boots! That thug’s something else.”
”From now on, you all follow my uncle’s lead. Don’t worry—I’m not going anywhere! The kingdom won’t come after me! You all focus on healing. Quite a few brothers got hurt badly today. Are there any dead?”
Simon shakes his head. “A few are seriously wounded, but their conditions have stabilized. The rest aren’t too bad.”
Henwell comforts them, “Rest well! Everyone did great today. We gave it our all!”
Then, with a grin, he turns to Grand Duke Marcus. “Looks like Melissa and I will have to postpone our engagement banquet.”
Marcus rolls his eyes. “You rascal, you’ll be fine! Just rest up. Jansen and I have everything covered.”
Henwell looks at Duke Jansen. “Uncle, I’m going to be counting on you a lot from now on.”
Jansen grumbles with a smile, “You little brat, always talking nonsense!”
Henwell chuckles, coughing lightly. The others quickly help him lie back down to rest.
Still worried, Henwell adds, “Uncle, you and my father-in-law need to gather all the info you can on that assassin named Newwood. And about this whole affair, try to learn as much as possible. Arius should be helpful—today I saw him escort the archbishop away, so there should be more chances to get in touch.”
Jansen nods. “Alright! Your only job now is to rest. We’ll handle everything else.”
Henwell’s eyelids grow heavy, and soon he drifts back into a deep sleep.
Everyone quietly slips out, leaving only the two Lord Iron Guards to keep watch.
Chapter 239: He’s Seriously Wounded!
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