Chapter 642

Chapter 642

In the early moming the palace was in a half gloom as there were no electric lamps, but a few dim

lights exuded by the feable Names of numerous scattering candles faintly illuminated the long

corridors of the palace,

Christina was locked in an iron cage.

Two strong barbarian guards came over, and she subconsciously flinched though she had been

used to the ferocious appearance of the barbarians and their burly physique. She watched quietly.

The two barbarians did not attack her but came to unlock the iron cage for her.

The barbarian guard yelled at her. “Come out! Someone is looking for you!”

Christina lived with Samba and could roughly understand the native language of the barbarians. Her

mind was still a swirl of bewilderment as she could not figure out why Derek knocked her out and

locked her in an iron cage when he saw her.

Now someone was looking for her.

She instinctively thought that it was Derek that wanted to see her. She had just misunderstood him

Derek wouldn't hurt her.

Christina was alert and subconsciously held the Swiss army knife in her right hand, which was given

to her by Samba. She carried it with her at all times to protect herself.

However, Christina followed the two barbarian guards along the palace corridor, took a few turns,

and walked for five minutes, before she stood at the door of a room in front of her.

Christina was stupefied in shock.

More candles were lit in the room, and the faint light was enough to make everyone present visible

to her. They, all of them were all here.

Patrick, Charles, and so many of them were here.

Christina's eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief. For such a long time, she could not find

any of her companions, but they were all right in front of her now.

When Charles and the others in the room saw her, their faces were also in a blank from shock.

Patrick stood up straight, his deep eyes fiercely looking at her in front of him, trying his best to

smother the excitement in his heart

Christina walked in step by step tentatively, and Patrick clearly watched her approach step by step.

She didn't have any injuries. She looked very healthy. She was still alive,

Silently looking at each other, they felt many words choked in their throat. Suppressing the

uneasiness in their heart they were uncertain and afraid that everything in their eyes was but an

illusion,

Christina, you are not dead! You're certainly not! I knew It! I know that you witch wouldn't die so

easily!” Charles was the first to break the silence, speaking Incoherently in excitement.

Christina walked up to them, “Who's a witch?” Charles's nonsenses actually made everyone relaxed

instead.

“I'm just too happy.” Charles ran over and patted her on the shoulder excitedly, almost knocking her

down.

Patrick did not speak but looked at her with all his attention, his scorching gaze hardly able to be

ignored. The moment Christina looked in his direction, she was even more shocked to find Samba

covered in injuries.

“Sambal!”

Christina became anxious and rushed over. She subconsciously shook Samba’s bulk covered in

bruises and bloodstains. The beard around Samba’s mouth was also covered in blood, but his huge

body did not move, his dark skin cold

How could it be?

Christina's mind was in a mess in an instant. When she saw Samba not long ago, he was still fine.

How could he have so many injuries? Why did he not move?

“Samba! Samba! Samba!"

Christina prostrated on the ground, shaking Samba hard and shouting anxiously.

"Samba, wake up. What's wrong with you? Answer me.”

Christina kept shaking him, shouting impatiently to urge him. But Samba’s body was cold and

motionless. Christina's hands were stained with his blood, and fear for death crept into her heart.

Patrick and Charles immediately looked at each other, wondering why Christina was so uneasy.

Rafael, who was standing in the corner, slightly quirked up the corner of his mouth in a smirk.

*Samba, Samba, wake up!” Christina couldn’t wake Samba up however she tried, and her eyes were

red with anxiety. “Who hit you so badly?”

When Christina saw the bullet mark on Samba'’s left chest, she suddenly stopped.

She choked and looked up stiffly. She looked at Patrick, Charles, and the others in confusion,

"You, you killed Samba with your guns?”

Christina's eyes were red with anger. She choked and questioned Intermittently

Patrick felt as if his heart had been punched in her gaze and he could not answer. Charles and the

others looked at her expression and were even more surprised and had no idea how to explain it.

"Samba, Samba, you won't die.”

Christina was in a panic. She muttered to herself, “Samba, you won't die.” She kept checking

Samba’s wound with both hands and wanted to treat it, but there were too many wounds on him.

She panicked and fluttered.

Christina was never so conscious of the barbarian’s vulnerability towards modern weapons. However

strong they were, they would still die when wounded vitally by guns.

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She was not in the mood to scold or reprimand. All she wanted was that Samba could survive.

She felt her mind in a complete disorder. She checked at Samba’s breath and pressed on his

bleeding wound, having no idea what to do

Samba seemed to have lost his breath.

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Christina burst out in tears in anxiety, she choked and did not cry out loud, but her tears could not

help but overflow

Patrick squatted beside her, about to say something. Christina grabbed him with her hands behind

her back and pleaded, “Save him.”

“I beg you, please save him. Would you save him?”

"How can you? Even if Samba has a conflict with you, you can't...” Christina sobbed in fear. “Samba

won't hurt others for no reason. He's very quiet and mild. He won't hurt others on his own

initiative.”

“Samba, don't die, don't die.”

Charles and the rest of them didn't expect this to happen at all.

"He, he still has a heartbeat.”

Patrick pressed his hand against Samba's heart, and his voice was deep with complicated emotions.

Perhaps it was because Patrick's hands pressed down too hard on the vital wound of Samba, the

intense pain caused Samba in a deep coma to open his eyes immediately.

Christina's eyes were misty with tears, but she was overwhelmed with joy to see him wake. She

almost leaned

over Samba’s beard, “Samba!” She shouted anxiously.

Samba saw her clearly and seemed to have a lot to say, but he was too badly hurt. Samba had never

been so weak and he had no strength to close his eyes again, only muttering feebly in the native

language of the barbarians.

Samba said that he had been waiting for her outside the hole in the palace wall. He had been

waiting for a long time, for “an hour”, and the sun was setting and they should go home together.

Christina was dissolved into tears.

She forgot it. She had kept Samba waiting for too long for that “an hour".

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