He was forced to wake up for a while in the burning pain in his chest, but he didn't have the strength to open his eyes. He could barely feel the extraordinary softness of the mattress under his body. I was puzzled for a while.
I am... where
A man's low voice came from next to his ear: "Amy, come and see him, are you about to wake up? I saw his fingers move."
Who is that? Who is speaking
Then a pair of slightly cold hands touched his body, and there seemed to be a certain fragrance in the air that made people lazy to open their eyes.
Who is Amy? Is it the new healer from the Temple
The sounds around him flickered from far to near, and his consciousness was also blurred and clear.
It took him a long time to vaguely remember: he was still on the battlefield just now, his chest was pierced by Satan's black scepter, he stuck the black scepter with his ribs, and dragged the opponent into the forbidden magic circle , the magic circle was launched, and the scream of the demon almost exploded his brain, and then...
Later, he remembered that while he was still awake, he looked back at the temple, and found that the black mist above it had dissipated, and a ray of light was penetrating down from the dark clouds, hitting the white roof.
Someone else shouted his name hoarsely not far away, but... They should have won
Yes, they won, the war is over! This thought instantly relaxed his tense muscles.
"He still has a fever, the purified water should have worked, maybe the wound is a bit inflamed." Someone whispered next to him, and then something was put on his forehead, which was cold and very comfortable, and his consciousness was finally in his own Relaxed and returned to darkness again.
So when he woke up again, it was almost dawn.
He found that the wound on his body had been treated carefully, and someone covered him with a quilt, the thickness and weight of which were completely disproportionate. He pinched the corner of the quilt curiously with his fingers, thinking that even those high-grade silks from the East were not as light as feathers, and the most important thing was that it was still so warm.
He guessed that it was probably a magic circle that had been used to keep heat inside—obviously, this unknown hero who should have been buried in the soil didn't know what a down quilt was.
When he raised his hand, he was surprised to find something sticking to the back of his hand. Looking carefully, it turned out that a tube had been stuck into his blood vessel. On the head of the bed, a bottle hung high above his head.
"A transparent substance with no impurities? Crystal?" He opened his eyes wide and let out a hick-like sigh. Then he immediately realized that this exquisite thing was "filling water" into his blood vessels, so he put the prick into his veins without hesitation. The thing that got into his blood vessel was pulled out, "Who did this? Inject water into the blood vessel, is he going to peel my skin?"
There was still "water" coming out of the needle tip, he took a drop with his hand, and carefully licked it with his tongue: "Huh? It's purified water... what else?"
It seems that no one intends to make a human fur coat. They are using purified water to eliminate the damage of the black scepter on his body. The man relaxes slightly—the other party does not seem to have any malicious intentions.
He turned his head and began to look at the environment he was in. He was even more surprised, because the room was so weird, and there was something softly glowing by the bedside.
"A mushroom!" he exclaimed. "A mushroom that glows!"
"That's the desk lamp dear, are you burning out or taking drugs?" At this moment, the door opened, and a "girl" who seemed a bit weird for some reason came in, "she" was wearing a Weird pajamas, bare feet, but heavy makeup occupied "her" entire face, light blonde hair was a little frizzy.
"She" yawned indifferently at first, then immediately noticed the hanging needle in his hand, and yelled: "Hey, what are you doing!"
The man blinked, looked at the needle in his hand, and then at the person at the door... Oh! "She" actually has an obvious Adam's apple! What kind of creature can have Adam's apple and big breasts at the same time? !
Before he could figure it out, this weird "lady" walked in with a big stride, and showed him a ferocious smile with her hands on her hips: "Handsome guy, do you have any dissatisfaction with my medicine?"
As "she" approached, the man also discovered another very bad thing - his clothes were taken off by someone, and now he was completely naked, only separated by a quilt that was not much heavier than a piece of paper , facing a... a guy in pajamas, I don't know if he is a man or a woman.
Even though he judged that the other party should have saved his life, his body still arched his back instinctively: "You are..."
"If you don't want to become a fool who kisses anyone, handsome guy, you'd better obey the therapist in front of you who missed the beauty sleep because of you." Where there was nothing there was a sign in the shape of a leaf, "I guess you recognize this one, hunter boy?"
It's the sign of the temple healer, the man froze for a moment, but he didn't know this healer, new here
The therapist stretched out his palm to cover his forehead, and the man's muscles tensed instinctively again.
The therapist took his hand indifferently, cleaned the blood on his hand, and changed the needle—this time the man didn’t recklessly resist—the therapist neatly inserted the needle back into his blood vessel: “You The wound on the chest is from some kind of di rot, it's cursed, it's very hard to heal, the bottle is cleansing and anti-inflammatory, it's just a little potion in your vein, it won't do anything to you. Listen baby , if you knock the needle off, I'll make you into a sieve."
He or she finished talking without panting, and asked with a smile: "Another handsome guy—do you drink water?"
The man hesitated for two seconds, then nodded silently.
The therapist took out a cup made of paper from under the table—the naked country bumpkin on the bed was amazed again, there is actually a kind of cup made of paper in the world!
He opened his eyes wide and watched the therapist walk up to a square box with a paper cup, put it on the slot, press a button, and the water inside flowed into the cup, automatically!
What is that? Is the owner of this house an alchemist
The man has seen many, many alchemists, some of whom are well-known, but none of them can make these weird and incredible things, and there is no elemental breath of spells or magic circles.
A paper cup filled with clean water was stuffed under his nose, a pair of hands reached into his quilt very unreservedly, wrapped around his bare/naked back, supported his shoulders, and exerted great force on his upper body lift it up.
The man shivered, and the other hand that was not stuck in the needle desperately grasped the quilt covering his body, and said in shock, "Hey! Ma'am, I haven't got any clothes on yet!"
"Obviously, I'm planning to take advantage of you, little beauty," the "woman" touched his bare shoulders with a smile on her face: "I can't tell, there's a lot of material on him, what are you hiding?" Hide? Mommy won't spank your little ass as long as you're good-by the way, I like being called 'Ms.' My name is Amy, Amy Berg, and I hate that name if If you don't want to piss me off, please call me 'Amy'."
Before the man with a high fever could use his nearly dry brains to determine the gender of the other party, "Ms. Amy" pinched his chin without hesitation, and poured water into his mouth rudely inside.
"Pfft...cough cough cough cough..."
All right—a weird, brusque man, but what about those boobs? Are there two big apples stuffed inside
"Amy," the door was pushed open for the second time, and Gal Shawden pushed in, "how is he?"
There was a weird smile on Amy's face, her eyes gleamed with a frightening light: "Very good, the body is supple and smooth, the skin is smooth, where there should be material, and where it should be skinny, it's the best."
Gal coughed dryly and rolled his eyes, knowing that his dog couldn't spit out ivory, so he walked over to the man on the bed: "Hello, how do you feel?"
"... still alive, I think." The man wiped off the water stains at the corner of his mouth in a bit of embarrassment, and quickly scanned Gal from top to bottom. He felt that the blond man had a subtle sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember it for a while. I saw it somewhere, "But I still have to say, thank you very much for your help."
Gal was also looking at the man on the bed. When he picked him up in the bushes yesterday, it was difficult for him to tell what caused the wound on his chest. It was a shocking curse with a powerful The dark power has even corroded to his bones.
He had no choice but to urgently contact the temple's healer Amy overnight, and the two of them struggled for a long time before they stabilized the person's injury.
This man of unknown origin was wearing a tattered linen robe, the original whiteness could be seen barely, but after wiping off the blood and dust, he had surprisingly soft long light brown hair and an unusually delicate and handsome face , the color of the lips and skin is pale, and it looks like those silly hat nobles who used malnutrition as beauty in ancient time and space.
But the large and small scars on his body, as well as the tight muscles that are not exaggerated but full of strength, show that his living environment is not so peaceful.
Even the old hunter who has fought against Di Fu all his life doesn't have as many scars as he does.
"My name is Gal Shoden, and I am the owner of this place. You passed out outside my house yesterday, remember?"
"..." Strictly speaking, I don't remember at all. The man was silent for two seconds and shook his head, "Nice to meet you, John Smith."
Amy curled her lips: "Aha, another Carlos Frarete fan."
"John Smith" is very common whether it is a surname or a first name, and because the famous hero in history used it as an alias, there are always countless temple youths who like to follow suit... Cough, such as the famous photographer Gal Mr. Shorten's pseudonym is this.
The man who called himself John paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Amy in disbelief: "You just said... Carlos Flaret?"
The man had a pair of dark green eyes. The morning light cast shadows on one side of his face with his unusually thick eyelashes and straight bridge of nose. Amy couldn't hear what he said, and was defeated by Hue on the spot. I'm about to pounce on this handsome guy of unknown origin to get some oil.
"You are a free hunter, right?" Gal took over the conversation, adding a little gravity to Amy's sexy big feet to keep him in place, "Is the injury on your body caused by Difu?"
free hunter? What is that
John thought for a while and frowned: "You mean... bounty hunters?"
"Ah, yes, that's what you usually call yourself." Gal seemed to have misunderstood, and he said in a rather soft voice: "This is a very dangerous profession, Mr. Smith, people who have not received systematic training, even if they Talented and hard to deal with all kinds of difu, I don't know why you have to do such a dangerous job, but you are still so young, if you want, I can introduce you to temple."
Danger? John blinked.
He thought that apart from the orthodox hunters like "templar knights", there were many bounty hunters among the people. They lead missions and are active in every corner of the continent. There are many masters among them, and they are even more familiar to ordinary people than the noble "templar knights".
Of course... The era when bounty hunters were active was just before the formation of the barrier. In this era when Difu is no longer known, even the hunters of the temple are hidden among ordinary people, using an insignificant occupation to cover up their true identities, and the folk bounty hunters have basically disappeared.
Poor John didn't know that when he woke up, it was more than a thousand years later.
"I'm going to leave for a while. There is a rookie who just graduated from the temple and needs me to pick him up. You have a good rest. If you have any questions, you can call Amy—he is the best therapist in the temple."
Amy winked at him: "Oh, you are my little beauty."
John: "..."
Hey, why hasn't this kind of healer who harassed patients been kicked out of the temple
But soon, he had a more important problem to worry about. Just when Gal got up and was about to leave, the man on the bed suddenly stopped him in a slightly hasty tone: "Wait a minute! Can anyone tell me about the war?" What’s the matter? Has the temple’s casualties been counted? Who’s picking up the remaining difu?”
His voice fell, and the expressions of Amy and Gal became strange at the same time.
John suddenly had an ominous premonition, and saw Amy scratching her slightly dry hair in a daze, and glanced at Gal: "What is he talking about?"
Gal frowned and asked, "War? What war?"