The older mage was hidden in a sack in the corner of the warehouse by these two men.
When Benjamin saw the short man walking over and roughly dragging the older mage out of the sack, the first thought that popped into his mind was that if the mage knew what his two students had done, even if Even if you die, you have to be angry to live, right
But he's not dead yet, so he probably won't know what happened.
—At least not dead yet.
"How many lifetimes of bad luck has your teacher had to accept you as a student?" Benjamin couldn't help but sigh.
"The teacher also said this!" The short man's voice sounded very happy, and he didn't know why he was so happy. "The teacher often said that if our brothers' elemental affinities weren't so frightening, we would be able to recite the spell out of tune. When the magic comes, he won’t accept us!”
“…”
Benjamin had mixed feelings about the short man's words and refused to comment.
It’s better to save people, yes, focus on saving people.
He took a deep breath, focused his attention again, and looked at the wound on the older mage's chest.
Hmm... he should still be saved.
The location of the bullet was probably below the heart, and blood was still flowing out bit by bit. Whether intentional or not, Benjamin did miss the target, the position was not fatal, and his internal organs were not injured. But if he continued to be placed in the sack, he would probably bleed to death within ten minutes.
Judging from his pale face, he had lost a lot of blood during this period.
"We don't know healing magic. How about you, can you save the teacher?" the tall man asked.
Benjamin shrugged and replied, "Let's try it."
He was also a little confused and didn't know if he should do this. He could already feel the radiance of the Holy Mother shining above his head, but since he had already come this far, let's just stay with the Holy Mother to the end.
He was not a doctor or a nurse, so he didn't know how to treat gunshot wounds. But he has a healing water balloon, and after watching so many TV series, he at least has some common sense and knows that he has to take out the bullet first.
There are no other tools here except to get started.
Facing the bloody wounds, Benjamin felt calmer for some reason. He tore open the robe and clothes around the wound, exposing his entire chest. He looked at the wound carefully twice more, and then inserted the index finger and thumb of his right hand into it.
As he stretched, he also thought: This man should also be grateful that Benjamin is still a teenager and his fingers are not so thick. Otherwise, the bullet might not have been taken out, and the person might have been killed first.
"What kind of magic is this? It's so scary!" The short man was watching from the side and suddenly heard a burst of sobs.
"Don't cry, teacher, he won't die." The tall man comforted him.
Benjamin had a "fuck you retarded" expression on his face.
The location of the bullet didn't seem to be deep, and it was probably blocked by the ribs. Benjamin quickly felt the cold metal in the flesh and blood. However, because of Benjamin's finger, the wound was greatly enlarged, and the blood almost stained the entire hand red.
Seeing this, Benjamin didn’t dare to delay any longer. After confirming that his fingers were holding the bullet, he gently used force to take out the bullet.
Success!
The whole process went quite smoothly, except for a bit of heavy bleeding, but it was not fatal.
Benjamin felt like he had the talent to be a doctor. If he had known this, he would have changed his career to become a medical student. That way he would have more useful skills after time travel, and at least there would be more medical papers in the system's database, instead of just one written for the leader. Speech.
Oh, what a pity!
As he thought this, he put the bloody bullet aside. The two fools immediately gathered around and looked at the bullet curiously. They looked like they wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, so they could only utter exclamations.
"This is a bullet fired from a pistol. It is a weapon and has nothing to do with magic." Seeing this, Benjamin shook his head and couldn't help but explain, "What I want to use next is magic."
After saying that, he chanted a spell and summoned a water ball. He adjusted the elemental structure inside the water ball to give it the ability to heal, and then gently pressed the water ball onto the mage's wound.
The water ball melted into the wound, and the bleeding volume of the wound, which was enlarged by removing the bullet, suddenly decreased a lot.
Benjamin looked as expected. He also knew very well that it was impossible to smooth out the wound with a water balloon. He guessed that even if it was genuine water of life, the healing effect would not be particularly good, otherwise all mages who knew how to do this would be immortal.
He followed the same pattern and hit the healing water balloons on the wounds one after another.
In this way, after smashing about a dozen water balloons, the wound finally stopped bleeding and began to heal, and the mage's pale cheek also turned a little bloody.
After thinking for a while, Benjamin stopped.
That's it, the injury has stabilized and no one will die, so he doesn't bother to waste any more energy.
"His injuries are no longer serious. As long as you don't move him anymore, he should wake up on his own after a while." Benjamin stood up, stretched, and announced to the patient's family that the operation was over, which was considered the end of his life. A short career as a doctor.
The two people looked at him with dull expressions on their faces and said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Although he felt that he might regret it, Benjamin still asked.
The short man looked at him in surprise, as if he had discovered a new world, and suddenly shouted: "You know magic, and you are actually a mage? Oh my God, you are a mage! You are on the same side as us!"
Sorry, I don't really want to be on your side.
Benjamin wanted to complain. Didn’t these two people think that the pistol was magic? According to their thinking, Benjamin is a mage. Why did they only react now
But forget it...
Facing these two people, he even lost the strength to complain.
"Yes, I am a mage." He replied helplessly.
"No wonder you were able to hurt the teacher." The tall man nodded thoughtfully and said, "The teacher said that only mages can hurt mages. Those people in the church are all a bunch of trash!"
“…”
I wonder if they would think this way if they met the "Purges".
However, Benjamin didn’t plan to make ink with these two people here.
He wanted to go back to the alley first and see how the two paladins were doing.
By the way, there's also that naughty kid who stole money. However, Benjamin suspected that the child might have died under the magic of the ultimate move, after all, he had been shot before.
This made Benjamin feel a little sad.
A child died like this, even though he was a money thief, even though he was not killed by Benjamin himself...
So what is he struggling with here
If there really is a heaven in this world, then may he live a miserable life in hell. After you die and go to hell, grab him by the collar and teach him why he stole your money.
Thinking of this, Benjamin felt a lot better.
Damn it, these two young mages infected him with a strange brain circuit, he had to leave here quickly.
"I'm leaving. Don't tell anyone about me, let alone tell others that I am a mage." He said to the two of them and turned around to leave.
"Why are you leaving?" This time, the tall man stood up and stopped him, "You are a mage, you should follow us home. The teacher said that it is very dangerous for a mage to be alone outside. If there is no teacher to guide him, We don’t dare to leave home.”
go home
Benjamin seemed to have thought of something, then turned back and asked: "Where is your home? No, you should answer this question, what is the name of your mage organization?"
He suddenly remembered the smell of organization that he had felt from these three people before.
He needs to ask more questions.
"What is it called? Home is home, the place where we have lived since childhood." The tall man seemed a little confused, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "However, I remember that once, I heard someone call home …What is it called?”
The tall man seemed to be unable to remember for a while, but the short man immediately ran over and reminded loudly:
"It's called the 'Academy of Silence'!"