Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 43: Mud

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At noon, Baidai Town could be faintly seen ahead. An Fei hurriedly asked Zubin to turn the carriage into the grove on the roadside, and the two carriages behind him also followed.

When they left the Holy City, they had a total of four carriages, but now there were three. Among the Shante people, only Shante could drive the carriage, and no one changed shifts. As a result, Shante's carriage appeared while he was sleepy. The car was in danger of overturning, but fortunately there were no casualties.

"An Fei, why do you want to stop here?" Chris Ding asked in confusion.

"Let everyone take a rest here first." An Fei smiled.

"We can go to the town to rest, and we can also find some food." Niya said. No one brought anything to eat, and everyone was starving after running away for a long time, but they were too embarrassed to mention it first. Now that she could see Baidai Town, Niya couldn't help it.

"Feiler!" An Fei shouted.

"Here you are." Feiler staggered over and ran over.

"Take off your magic robe, put on your normal clothes, and then go to the town to inquire about anything unusual. It's best to buy some food back. In order not to arouse others' suspicion, you can only go there alone. ,Is there a problem?"

"No! But... I only brought this set of clothes." Feiler's space ring was filled with gold coins, and he brought almost no personal belongings, let alone clothes.

"Feiler, you come and wear mine, we are about the same size." Shante shouted.

"Okay." Feiler agreed and ran towards Shante.

"Everyone, get off the carriage! Go back to rest after some activities, get off the carriage, get off the carriage." An Fei shouted. The magician's constitution was very fragile, and he was curled up on the carriage all the way. If he fell asleep at this time, he might There are some sequelae due to blockage of qi and blood. An Fei has experience in escaping. The most terrifying enemy on the way to escape is not the police or your enemies, but the patients who threaten you anytime and anywhere! Sleeping in the open air, traveling day and night, being intercepted in front, and pursued by soldiers behind. At this time, if you can keep your physical strength at its best, you still have the possibility of fighting. If you contract an illness, you will be completely doomed.

Now An Fei has become the obedient leader in everyone's hearts. Even though his body was tired, everyone still got off the carriage and started walking around.

"An Fei, Bravi woke up!" Riska raised the car curtain and shouted in surprise.

"Where am I?" Bravi's weak voice came from the carriage.

"You're on the carriage." Riska smiled.

"On the carriage?"

"Bravi, don't move!" An Fei got into the carriage. He first touched Bravi's head, measured the body temperature, and then gently pressed Bravi's stomach with his hand: "Does it hurt here?"

"No pain."

"Where is this place?" An Fei changed places again.

"It doesn't hurt either."

An Fei changed several places one after another, but Bravi didn't cry out in pain. An Fei breathed a sigh of relief. If the intestines are ruptured or damaged, inflammation should start at this time, and the abdomen will generate pressure. Press with your hands. If you go down, you will feel unbearable pain.

"An Fei, what are you doing?" Riska asked curiously.

"I know some medical skills." An Fei smiled.

"Is it okay Bravi?"

"It's nothing."

"Well, it would be great if there were priests of light here." Riska sighed.

"Priests of Light? Can they cure diseases?" An Fei opened his eyes wide.

"Don't believe the priest of light." Chris Ding, who followed, sneered.

"What? Are they lying?"

"I can't say it's a lie, but washing with the Holy Light cannot cure the root cause. I have a friend who has been frail and sick since he was a child. He has to go to a priest every time he gets sick. The Holy Light can produce immediate effects. He was relieved of his illness immediately, but the next day, his illness would relapse and he would have to go to the priest again."

"Anyway, it's good to be able to relieve people's pain." An Fei became interested in the profession of priest.

"My friend died in the end. The holy light cleansing could no longer relieve his illness. At that time, the priest said that he needed to ask a light priest to treat his illness."

"Then what?"

"He has been recovering from illness on and off for several years, and almost all of his family property has been donated to the church. How can he have the money to hire a priest of light?"

"But... the priests are the messengers of the God of Light who walk in the world. They are generous and kind. I have seen it with my own eyes..." Riska said hesitantly.

"Of course they have to do good deeds, otherwise how can they gain people's faith?" Zubin interjected: "But think about it, how many people in the world are suffering from illness? The Holy Light cannot cure the root cause, they Can it be cured?"

"Zubin is right, An Fei, do you know who is the richest person in the world?"

"merchant?"

"That's wrong, it's the priest! Every time they use the Holy Light, the price they charge is astonishing! People will inevitably get sick. When they get sick, they have to go to the priest. If the priest can't cure it, they have to go to the priest. Think about it. Just think how much wealth they could amass!”

"If you are sick, you can only go to the priest? Is there any other way?"

"In the past... there was a group of life walkers in the Pancontinent. They were obsessed with studying the secrets of life. They could also cure diseases, but their methods were too terrifying. They even sneaked into the cemetery to dig out the dead who had returned to heaven, and cut them into pieces. He did some piecemeal research, but was later deemed an evil heretic by the church, and was brutally killed for a long time. Now he is almost impossible to see, even rarer than a necromancer."

"I understand." An Fei nodded.

"Ahem... you are biased against pastors. Not all pastors are what you say. My uncle is a pastor and I know him." Bravi coughed a few times: "Tell me, where are we now? What happened?"

"Bravi, tell me, can your uncle cure people's diseases?" An Fei asked with interest.

"It's okay to have minor illnesses, and they won't relapse in a short period of time. But if the illness is serious, the Holy Light can only relieve it." Bravi said matter-of-factly.

"The teacher has also done research in this area. He believes that the pain in the human body is due to lesions in some blood vessels, bones, and muscles. The best way is to use one's own strength to transform the location of the lesions and restore them to normal."

"Holy Light Technique can also play the same role." Bravi argued.

"Okay, stop arguing!" Niya shouted: "Let's think about our own affairs!"

"By the way... I asked several times, why didn't you answer me? What happened?" Bravi glanced around.

"Let me tell you." Riska took over the conversation and recounted what happened in Sol's house with excitement. When he talked about the thrilling points, he repeatedly exaggerated An Fei's lethality and belittled the other party's abilities, which was a bit exaggerated. The genius of story.

Bravi was stunned, and turned to An Fei for a while: "Did you really kill Zeda?"

"Yeah." An Fei nodded.

"What? Bravi! Are you scared?" Riska asked with some dissatisfaction.

"When things have reached this point, is there any use in being afraid?" Bravi smiled bitterly: "An Fei, I think I am already impulsive enough. I didn't expect you to be more impulsive than me!"

"An Fei is not impulsive!" Chris Ding said: "You didn't see the scene at that time. Malis was going for An Fei. If An Fei didn't resist, he might have been tortured to death by Malis long ago. Got it!"

"Then where are we going now?" Bravi asked.

"To Cram Forest."

Bravi struggled to sit up, but was unable to do anything. With the help of Riska, he managed to lean against the wall of the carriage: "I... don't have any strength at all. I might drag everyone down."

"Nothing is a drag. Just take two days off and you'll be the same as before." An Fei smiled, then took out a dark brown pill from the space ring: "Take this first."

Bravi took a look, shook his head and said, "I don't eat mud!"

"This is not mud!" An Fei couldn't laugh or cry: "This is the medicine I made myself! Smell it!"

Bravi took a sniff, and sure enough he smelled a faint aroma, but he still frowned, looking hesitant.

"What? Are you still worried that I will harm you? Eating him will be good for your injuries." An Fei smiled.