Oliver sized up the young Fei Xiao.
Her small, thin body was wrapped in rags stiffened by blood and mud, like a bag of carelessly discarded trash.
Several unnatural depressions and protrusions of her ribs were visible beneath her thin skin; they were clearly fractured.
The joints of her four limbs were fractured to varying degrees, completely twisted and dislocated.
The most shocking sight was her face: her left eye socket was only a bloody, festering pit, with the skin around the edges twisted and curled.
Her right eye was open, but it was lifeless, covered by a gray film, staring blankly into the void.
Her ankles---were locked by heavy, rusty iron chains. The shackles were practically embedded in the bone, the surrounding flesh long since worn away, exposing white bone. Pus and blood mixed with rust had accumulated in a small puddle of dark filth beneath her ankles.
The little one seemed to have exhausted all her strength; even her breathing was imperceptible.
Her life force was as faint as a dying candle, with only that vacant right eye stubbornly open, reflecting Oliver's face.
"Tsk, no wonder you hate the Borisin so much. If I were tortured like this, I would also wipe out their race and destroy their kind, never resting until they were gone."
Pity arose in Oliver's heart, and he decided to treat her.
The crucial point was that he didn't know the conditions for the script to be judged complete, and he certainly couldn't let the main character of the script die.
His own identity was supposed to be her antagonist.
The best solution was to make Fei Xiao utterly devoted to him from a young age.
This had to start right now.
Without hesitation, Oliver immediately mobilized the Power of Abundance to treat the young Fei Xiao.
"What are you going to do to Salan?"
At that moment, a weak girl's voice came from the adjacent iron cage.
Oliver turned his head and saw a dirty Foxian girl clinging to the bars, speaking to him.
"Of course I'm going to save her."
Oliver replied with a gentle tone.
Salan was Fei Xiao's name when she was a child.
Only after being taken in as an apprentice by General Yueyu was she granted the name 'Fei Xiao'.
"Really? Will you save her? Aren't you the cook sent by the wolf men?"
The little girl threw out a string of questions.
Oliver didn't bother to answer, instead asking, "What about you? What is your name?"
The Foxian girl replied, "My name is Ning Li, and I am Salan's good friend."
Oh, Ning Li.
Oliver remembered.
She was the unfortunate person who tried to escape with Fei Xiao, failed, and was torn apart alive by the wolf men.
"Hmm, be good. I'll save you later."
Oliver stopped talking to her and turned back to continue treating the script's main character in front of him.
The great might of Abundance surged within him, like a river thawing in spring.
Oliver crouched beside her, the cold dampness hitting his face.
He cautiously hovered his fingertips above Fei Xiao's collapsed chest, unwilling to rashly touch the tormented body.
A verdant halo flowed from Oliver's palm, warm and gentle, carrying the surging aura of life essence.
Visibly, those few grotesque depressions and protrusions began to squirm, emitting an extremely subtle, teeth-grinding sound of bone friction.
Crack—hiss—crunch!
All the bones in her body slowly reset and mended.
Looking at the hollow, festering left eye socket, the decaying flesh, under the caress of the Power of Abundance, was purified as if by magic; new tissue grew and filled it with incredible speed, tender new flesh covered the terrifying deep pit, and thin eyelids grew and closed, leaving a slender slit.
The rusted iron rings made a faint sizzling sound under the washing of life energy, and the putrid flesh at the chain contact points quickly closed, scabbed, and fell off, revealing new, pink-tinged skin beneath.
As her injuries healed, a faint but tenacious warm current began to flow again through her icy body.
Just as Oliver's palm was about to withdraw.
Her curled body suddenly trembled violently!
Those brilliant eyes instantly erupted with terrifying ferocity, like a young wolf cornered.
So fast that only an afterimage remained!
She suddenly arched her back, her cracked, bloodied lips parted, revealing tiny teeth, and bit fiercely onto Oliver's wrist!
Her teeth sank deep into his flesh.
Warm liquid trickled down Oliver's wrist, dripping beside her newly formed cheek.
"Woof…!"
A muffled whimper squeezed out from deep in her throat, like the roar of an injured small beast, mixed with the smell of blood and an unshakeable hatred.
"Good girl…"
Oliver's voice was as low as a sigh, trying to soothe her emotions, "It's alright now."
This bite, Oliver deliberately allowed her to make.
If it were any other Borisin, the moment they opened their mouth to show their fangs, Oliver would have beaten them to death.
But not this time.
The fastest way to capture someone's heart is to make them feel guilty towards you.
The method was a bit despicable, but very effective.
Seeing Salan's body trembling violently, her teeth bit even deeper, as if to unleash all the anger from her torment in this one bite.
Oliver didn't move, nor did he try to break free.
The Power of Abundance circulated gently within his body; a tingling sensation of healing came from the wound on his wrist, and blood continued to seep out, squeezed by her sharp teeth.
Oliver even slightly adjusted his posture to make it easier for Salan to bite.
His gaze fell on her small face, taut with effort; beyond the overwhelming hatred and tears, he saw something deeper.
A heart-pounding stubbornness, crushed countless times yet forcing itself to stand up again countless times.
"Brave little one."
Oliver's voice was very calm, with a hint of gentleness, sounding exceptionally clear in this silent dungeon, "Did you see clearly? I am not a Borisin, and I am the one who healed you."
Oliver let her bite him, and with his other hand, he very slowly raised it and gently placed it on her head, stroking it.
Salan's body suddenly stiffened!
The biting force seemed to loosen for an instant, and a hint of incredible surprise flashed in her fierce eyes.
Because she saw clearly that this good-looking guy indeed did not have the appearance of a wolf.
Salan let go, but still watched the stranger warily.
"Who are you?"
She asked.
Oliver wiped the saliva and bloodstains from his wrist with a corner of his clothes, and said in as gentle a voice as possible:
"Me? Just a Deliverer passing by."