Uriel was "interrogating" Sauron the Ring when the news came. Being injured was no small matter, so he quickly grabbed the ring and found the potion inside.
"He's dueling?" Dalton's reaction was like hearing neighbor kids fighting over a stick. "Don't tell me he lost the fight."
"That's not the case." Saudi Epper explained, "Jed and he both used wooden swords. York wanted to practice that move, so he picked Jed to help. This kid has been a knight's squire for several years, and he is better than the average person. Resist beatings. Mysterious creatures are not everywhere. Aldin kept watching, and he neither fell nor was injured... For some reason, Sita seemed to have lost her vision. This was just a stress reaction."
stress response. The stress response of mysterious creatures is no stronger than that of mortals. They have power, but their feelings are also more sensitive. It's not easy to sneak up on mysterious creatures in practice, and York is not a rabbit that goes crazy when frightened. Something is wrong with this matter. Uriel touched the scroll of oath in his arms, and he could quickly figure out what the problem was. "Where are the wounded?"
"Jade is in Cleia's care."
"Where's York?"
"Olding is looking for him," answered the poet.
The corridors had almost no place to stay, while the rooms, on the contrary, were empty. The doctor, wearing a turban and hood, stirred the ointment in the jar and blew flames into the stove with a ruby, sweating profusely. The young attendant groaned softly, and the bandage around his waist oozed blood with his breathing.
The apprentice did not expect the situation to be so serious. "Go find York, Dalton, be careful not to be touched by him." Just in case, he took off the Night Whispering Ring and handed it to the night elf. "Do you have enough magic, Sauron?"
"Do you think I would be stupid enough to shut myself down?"
Dalton frowned: "Do you really think he's crazy? A Sita? Could it be some kind of rare magic——"
"Then we can't let York run around in the city. The detection station in Malandeno must have discovered him, and this matter may alert Priest Lucia. You know, they generally don't respect my wishes when carrying out justice. ." Uriel told him, "None of us want to see more people get hurt, Dalton."
The ring can freeze Sita, but the curse is different. Dalton nodded and disappeared into the shadows.
Uriel turned and approached the bed, observing the burns left by the flames. The edge of the bandage was still bloody and bloody, and every breath of the wounded man was accompanied by severe pain. Obviously, due to the emergency, the doctor only had time to perform a simple bandage. He could even see a few wood thorns piercing the skin.
Uriel recalled the poet's description. "The wooden sword burned and then exploded. Aldinite couldn't have seen it wrong, his eyesight was better than anyone else. That Sita's profession is the 'Vanguard of Final Darkness', and this is how magic manifests itself."
"Chasing Shadows". he thought. Wood cannot withstand the flames composed of light elements. If used for a long time, even steel will inevitably melt. The small thorns in Jed's wound were fragments of the wooden sword that exploded when they were very close. The elemental beings were not afraid of this, but the young attendant suffered. Uriel unscrewed the potion bottle and suddenly found a black mark on his shoulder.
"The skin was necrotic." The doctor finally found time to speak. "Sita tried to help him up, but the temperature on his body was too high, which caused damage."
"York's skin has magic." The orange-faced man is an aggregation of orange light elements, like a blazing flame. Without magic, he could not come into contact with anyone. "We all shook hands with him."
"That was when he was normal," the doctor pointed out. "Now that his magic is out of control, he will escape from the bar, otherwise our floor will be set on fire. Everything within ten yards of him will have to withstand a temperature of nearly a thousand degrees. , whether he meant it or not.”
"I'm sorry. But this was an accident." Uriel poured the potion on the mercenary, and he immediately began to wail and sob.
The doctor pointed to the potion. "you have a lot?"
"It will definitely not be used up." Uriel shook the empty bottle. It gradually became heavier and was refilled with potion. Gaia's magic accumulates in the fragrant liquid, and the air becomes fresh. He set the bottle aside and poured a dose of cicada into the poor squire's mouth. "You can clean the wound. I'll take off the bandage."
Physician Cleia rushed over to help. "Don't! I have to peel off all the surrounding tissue...you maintain its temperature." She handed the jar to Uriel. "This is your potion."
Uriel didn't understand: "What?"
"I sent my apprentice to the church to buy holy water, but you have brought it in advance." Cleia suddenly peeled off the bandage and picked up a layer of pus-oozing flesh. A weird smell filled the room, and her expression didn't change at all. "There's also Cicada, I don't have to hold him down." The effect of Cicada's magic potion is amazing. Under such pain, Jade can still sleep peacefully. "He's just injured. He doesn't need any more potions, not even mortal potions. That's for your companion. He's an elemental life, right?"
"That's right. Sita." The apprentice held the porcelain jar and flames burst out in his hands. Golden flames of divine magic circle the base carefully.
"That's a bit acclimatized. The density of elements in different places is different, and a sudden change in the environment will cause disorder in the composition of elemental life itself." The doctor gave a professional analysis, "The density of light elements in the Holy City is extremely high, which affects both elemental life and elemental use. There is an impact. Don't worry, it's not serious."
"Wait, elementalist?" Uriel realized the problem, "Dalton is a night elf and a dark elementalist. Will he--"
"No, he is very healthy." At some point, doctor Cleia had removed the small wooden thorns and dirty bandages from the wound, and began to rebandage it while pouring holy water. "Mr. Nathanael is a high-level person. He has nothing to worry about in terms of control of his own power. In fact, few people are so seriously affected by their environment. York is too young and not that careful."
Even though he had been in Knox for almost a year, Uriel still couldn't completely distinguish between the mysterious and the ordinary. Could Sita still have a cold and fever? Now he wasn't sure.
Uriel blamed himself a little: "I didn't know there was such a thing. Does he need to drink the potion here?"
"You must drink it when it is hottest." The doctor cut off the bandage with scissors. "Otherwise the effect will be reduced. There is not enough holy water." She handed the bottle to the apprentice. "When he drinks up, you can come back to me."
"What's in this?" Uriel caught the empty bottle and filled it.
"There are a lot of magical plants you have never heard of, such as pearl coltsfoot and stone bread, as well as disgusting monster saliva, insect scales and otter butt hairs." The doctor turned his head and saw the apprentice almost throwing the jar away. "The latter part is just a joke." She blinked, "Those materials are not valuable at all, and the things inside are difficult to prepare. You have to pay, Mr. Messenger, four gold coins, which are Abi gold coins. I do not accept Black City coins. exchange."
"Okay, I can afford it."
The holy water potion sizzled, and the skin healed quickly, leaving a scar. Cleia directed Uriel to wash the wound with water. The apprentice weighed Gao Huan's magic level and decided to continue washing it with divine magic. There were few clergymen among the adventurers, so the doctor looked at his waste with wide eyes and heartbroken.
"How long will it take, Miss Cleia?" Until Uriel reminded her, "The potion is boiling." The scar on Jade's chest had disappeared.
"Keep the current temperature." Doctor Cleia came back to her senses. She grabbed the young attendant's shoulders and woke him up from his dream. "You're okay, young man, get out of my room quickly. There is no second bed here." He opened the door, and the doctor found that his apprentice had just brought back the holy water potion. Uriel felt that if he offered to use magical potions to offset the price, she would probably agree immediately.
Cleia kept the potion and the apprentice was kicked out by her to explain the situation. The noise of the mercenaries outside penetrated the door panel, and as soon as she opened the box, she had to turn around and yell. Suddenly, the whole building fell silent. The doctor's room is a separate room in the bar, separated from the noisy restaurant. The window has been expanded and set up as a counter to sell potions to mortals and adventurers. Even by the standards of the Tower Logistics Department, the facilities here are considered complete. There is even a valuable portrait oil painting hanging on the wall opposite the hospital bed. It is well preserved and signed "Richard Grasson".
While waiting for the next casualty to arrive, Uriel was pushed into a corner out of the way. He didn't dare to object.
"My clinic has recently received many elementalists whose magic has gone out of control." Cleia's voice came from under the mask. "Most adventurers have not received orthodox guidance, and they often let magic harm themselves. But those are all humans, and Sita is indeed the first."
"This is a bit unusual. Although York is very young, he is among his kind. In terms of age, he is over three hundred years old." Uriel said, "I think his personality grows relatively slowly, but he controls his body Elementals should be more proficient than humans. In fact, York was only active when he was in the Holy City. There is no reason for him to lose control when he comes to Malandeno."
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