In the end, the plan was finalized, and Carlisle said that if the Church of the Holy Fire took action, he would ask Dick to notify Kelson immediately.
For the next three days, Kelson worked at Trinity during the day and returned to his small clinic at night. Although no one was bold enough to hunt extraordinary creatures when the entire city of the Holy Fire Order was under martial law, there were still a few unlucky ghosts who had accidents after taking extraordinary potions and came to the clinic to seek treatment.
"I've seen your bottle of warrior promotion potion. The most critical cloud giant's nails in it have been replaced by troll's nails. Do you know that this thing is highly poisonous?" Kelsen removed the shadowless lamp and removed the shadow from the gang member. The pieces of fleshy flesh cut out of the stomach were thrown into the incinerator.
"Damn old guy, how dare you lie to me with fake goods, I will definitely stuff his head into his butt." The big man who had just had the wound sutured angrily cursed, and the severe pain in his stomach made him He closed his mouth and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Recuperate and don't be angry. If the wound collapses, you will have to eat liquid food for the rest of your life." Kelsen quickly prepared the recovery potion: "Once a day, take it for seven days and it will heal. But, listen clearly, next time The first promotion attempt must be one month later. You don't want the remaining spiritual energy to be digested and cause a mental meltdown."
The big man stood up from the hospital bed with difficulty. Kelsen next to him handed him a pair of crutches and motioned for him to put them on.
"Thank you doctor."
"No thanks, ten silver coins."
The big man opened his mouth wide, and the sentence "Why don't you go and grab it" came to his lips and he was forced to hold it back: "I'm fine, doctor, I don't need it anymore."
After hearing this, Kelsen was not happy and gestured beside him: "Take two steps, take two steps, if it's okay, take two steps, let's go!"
The big man took two steps and felt excruciating pain, even his intestines were rumbling. In the end, he had to take out ten silver coins from his pocket and put them into Kelsen's hand, and walked out of the clinic on crutches.
At the same time, a guy in strange clothes walked into the clinic. The strange clothes did not refer to how strange his clothes were, but the elegant old aristocratic dress paired with the butler's white gloves, especially when he had a hat on his head. The small oak barrel with two holes poked out of it.
Kelsen looked at it for a long time before asking suspiciously: "Dick?"
"Aha, seeing that you are so uncertain means that my dress is enough of a ridiculous disguise." Dick bowed deeply, and then immediately straightened up to hold the barrel that almost fell: "Carlisle asked me to inform you. , the Holy Fire Judge has set off."
Kelsen put the prepared casting materials into his sleeve pocket, put on a black windbreaker, and then put the short sword called the Drowning Angel on his waist: "Then let's set off and go around the alley. Two laps, it’s not easy to be found.”
Dick did not start, but knocked the barrel on his face: "Sir Kelson, you still need to cover your lower face."
"I'll just wear a mask." Kelson took out a mask from his pocket.
"No, no, no, this is a grand show. The curtain rises. Everyone has a role to play, and I am a crazy drunkard." Dick took out a bird's beak with exquisite patterns. The material of the mask seems to be some kind of precious alien animal bones, with a delicate white color with a warm light: "And you should be a doctor who embraces death."
"Isn't it a little too exaggerated?" Although Kelsen said this, the moment he took the mask with a smile, a mischievous desire surged in his heart. He gently covered it on his face and immediately began to play another role: "Death may be grandiose enough, but killing is like night orchids on cold iron thorns."
"Full of philosophy, just like an opera." Dick applauded Kelsen's tone of reciting classical poetry.
The two of them walked out of the clinic together and headed towards their "theater".
The Holy Fire Order's battle this time was large enough. The official police force in the lower district usually worked with the local gangsters Snake Rat, but due to the pressure from the Order, they had to disperse the people in the surrounding neighborhoods for them.
David, the stationed police sergeant, was sitting bored on a chair smoking. The police officer next to him was bringing a dozen hot butterbeers to him. He held a bottle to warm his hands and raised his eyes to indicate that he would also give one to others.
The police officer next to him said flatteringly: "The police chief is really considerate of us subordinates. These Holy Fire Priests don't treat us as human beings. They are still here blocking the road and standing guard in such a cold weather."
"Don't say that, I'm doing this for the public safety of Constable." The police chief raised his eyebrows.
The police officer nodded quickly and bowed: "Yes, yes, I am narrow-minded."
"Oh, even if it's such a cold weather, we won't be given any allowance when we go out to work. It's probably because the old bishops of the Psalm Order are greedy." The police chief yawned: "Besides, who would go out in such a cold weather? .”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suppressed his yawn. The police officers next to them also picked up the magic electric gun vigilantly, and wanted to scold the two weirdos walking towards them, but he stood up suddenly and raised his hand to hold them down.
The gray-haired man in a trench coat wore an exquisite mask of an epidemic doctor. The trench coat was like a patch of night, not a single snowflake could stay on it, and the light from the street lamp couldn't shine into the darkness. The guy next to him, who looked like a medieval butler, was walking around with a hole in his head, shaking his head.
This strange scene shocked everyone, but Sheriff David firmly held down the gun-wielding police officer next to him, and led the people to move out of the way. When the two of them walked past the area where they were stationed, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair as if exhausted.
"Chief, why didn't we stop them? Didn't the Holy Fire Order say that no one should be let go?" asked the police officer who just raised his gun.
The police chief rolled his eyes at him with lingering fear: "How much money do you have a month? Why are you risking your life? Is the security here at the same level as that in the upper area? Even if we don't have a bipedal security robot, we don't even have an armor suit with inserts. You can only use two of the Mo Yun electric guns, how can you compete with others."
"But, those two people don't seem to be carrying any weapons." The young police officer scratched his head.
"I'll teach you the experience summarized by countless seniors. When you see guys in such strange clothes in the future, they are either fools or masters." The police chief pointed to these young people: "But I don't suggest you risk your life to bet on whether the other person is a fool. .”
At this time, Kelson and Dick had entered the sewer.
Kelsen had heard the Inquisitor describe the condition of the corroded sewers, but the actual situation was even worse than the description. The walls of the corridor, which had been corrupted by flesh and blood, seemed to have various huge organs attached to them.
In some places, huge pustules were hung on the walls, filled with yellow and turbid pus, reflecting the blurry figures of Kelsen and the two of them. There was something vaguely swimming inside, seemingly something with sharp tentacles.
The blood-red annular sarcoma is constantly stirring, emitting a red mist rich in corrupting evil energy. In this environment, if ordinary creatures do not have protective measures, they will inevitably fall into the threat of flesh and blood mutation, and their spirits will also be affected to a certain extent. damage.
Fortunately, there was only one dead person in Kelsen, and he was still protected by the Corruption Demon, but Dick completely ignored this environment. Compared with the Jiuyuan Demon Prison, this place is not only a paradise on earth, it can also be regarded as a boutique house.
But although Kelsen's dark vision was effective, visibility was still limited by the fog, and the two could only move forward relying on their senses. As they walked, Dick, who had a sense of life, realized something was wrong.
"Doctor, something is wrong."
Kelsen also suddenly felt a little strange: "It seems so."
The two of them looked to the right, and the hazy biofilm reflected their figures. But after Kelsen and the figure looked at each other for a few seconds, they suddenly discovered that something abnormal was there.
It was not a pustule of their figures at all, but a transparent eardrum-shaped wall, and on the opposite side, there was a person separated from them by only a layer of flesh and blood.
With a bang, the spiritual energies of both sides burst out, beating the wall of flesh and blood into flying blood flowers.
