Recently, a legend began to spread in Cross City.
There are legends about a god who possesses knowledge from whom one can obtain any knowledge one desires.
People say that this is a newly born god, a new god who holds all knowledge.
Some people in the rumors say that this is a god created by the creator Yinsai, just like the King of Wisdom Lederiki and the Mother of Life Sally in myths and legends.
He is generous and merciful, willing to bestow upon mortals extraordinary gifts and skills.
Lester went to a noble banquet, and several nobles stood in the corner and exchanged the legend.
Because most of the characters involved in the legend have certain identities, and they are all elegant and knowledgeable people, they can also be regarded as things within the aristocratic circle.
So the nobles were also keen to talk about such stories.
"Have you heard? The God of Knowledge."
"As long as you pay the price, you can get any knowledge you want, a craftsman can create a magic weapon overnight, and a poor musician can suddenly play music like the sounds of nature."
"real or fake?"
"Is that really a god?"
"Really, there is a person in our Cross City who has exchanged knowledge."
"It's a painter from the south of the city. His paintings were originally ignored, but suddenly he had the style of a Wang Ting painter, which is completely different from his previous paintings."
This rumor says everything, but in fact no one who talks about this legend has ever seen the so-called God of Knowledge.
Lester also regarded it as a strange story and did not take it seriously.
The banquet was very noisy, and everyone who came in would greet Lester, but Lester was not good at socializing and only answered stiffly.
He comes from a lower class background and doesn't have much in common with these people.
Before the banquet was over, he stood up and walked outside.
"Mr. Leicester, you are leaving!" the attendant at the door asked him.
"There are some things, let's leave first." Lester nodded.
As soon as he got home, he went straight to his laboratory.
There are several of his apprentices taking care of the medical clinic. Unless there are more serious patients, Lester is usually not too busy.
He put more attention on the laboratory and carried out his "universal elixir experiment" wholeheartedly.
In experiments after experiments, he also discovered the secret of the power of the Life Blood Stone.
"The power of the life blood stone can copy everything in a life."
"It only needs a drop of blood as the source to copy a life from beginning to end."
Lester has tried this experiment many times.
He used this method to create many trilobites in his water-filled glass jar.
From a bloodline perspective, they belong to the same species.
As for why trilobites were used as experimental subjects, it may be due to the influence of the witch doctor's sentence that trilobites are the ancestors of the trilobites.
Lester wrote his theory of a panacea on a scroll.
"The power of the blood-sucking worm should come from the life blood stone. Its function can only be converted into blood-sucking. It is an extraordinary life form created by the left-handed witch doctor using the life blood stone."
"Then in theory, just record a person's healthiest state."
"Restore him to his healthiest time, and then all diseases can be eliminated."
"That's right."
"The panacea."
Put the scroll down.
Lester was a little irritable and kept scratching his head.
"but."
"How can we record a person's theoretical healthiest state, and how can we make this state applicable to everyone?"
"Everyone's body is slightly different, and men's and women's bodies are also different. How to solve this problem?"
The experiment had reached a point where it was no longer possible for a physician to continue.
He needs extraordinary strength.
Lester suddenly thought of the rumor he heard at the banquet.
The god named Knowledge can give everyone the memory and knowledge they want, allowing ordinary people to have talents beyond genius overnight, and turning stupid people into erudite scholars in an instant.
But just thinking about it, Lester couldn't help but laugh.
"That's just a rumor."
"Are you serious?"
Lester would not believe anything, such as the emergence of new gods.
After closing the laboratory door, Lester returned home.
The wife was reading a book under the oil lamp, and looked at Lester when she heard him coming in.
"came back?"
Lester nodded.
His wife then asked him: "It's still not going well?"
Lester sighed: "How can it be so simple?"
His wife asked him curiously: "Lester, what exactly do you want to create?"
Lester wanted to say something. After all, it was a bit uncomfortable for a person to immerse himself in experiments and have no one to talk to.
However, things like the Life Blood Stone were of great concern and would cause big trouble if leaked out, so he held back in the end.
"A very important thing, I can only say something that will change the definition of medicine."
His wife hugged him: "No matter what you want to do, I will support you."
Lester: "You just think I'm doing a good thing?"
The wife nodded: "Because I believe that the things you create will be able to relieve pain and bring happiness to everyone."
People are prone to misfortunes and fortunes, and the sky is unpredictable.
A plague spread from the north, first appearing in some villages, and then spreading to major cities.
Cross City.
Of course there is no exception.
Just a few years after people bid farewell to the war, another disaster ushered in, and this disaster was even more terrible than the war.
No one noticed the plague in the early stages because it only spread in some villages at first. Many places in this area were sparsely populated due to the war and have not recovered in the past few years.
Some people died of the disease, so no one paid attention to it.
The Leicester Hospital was surrounded by a group of people and a patient was brought in.
After several doctors took a look at it, they immediately realized something was wrong.
The patient was clearly dying, but they had no idea what was causing the illness.
"Dr. Ledley!"
"Dr. Ledley!"
Lester walked downstairs and came to the consulting room.
He looked into the man's eyes and listened to his heartbeat.
"quick!"
"Send it in!"
Lester's wife was also his assistant. Seeing that the patient was in extreme pain, he immediately comforted the patient.
"do not be afraid."
"He is the Holy Hand Lester, he can definitely save you."
However, as soon as the patient was pushed in, the patient suddenly convulsed violently.
at last.
A mouthful of blood spat out on Leicester's wife, who then died.
Lester lowered his hand and his pupils shrank together.
This was not the first time he encountered this situation, but every time he encountered it, it was equally uncomfortable.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Others stood by Lester's side to pay their respects to the deceased.
However, what Leicester did not expect was that similar patients were sent to his clinic one after another.
He began to realize that this was not an isolated case.
"Is this... a plague?"
Lester immediately reported it to the city lord, but it was already too late.
A large number of such cases have begun to appear in Cross City, and more patients with unobvious symptoms are completely indistinguishable.
The city lord also felt scared. The disease did not recognize nobles or common people.
"Lester!"
"You are the best doctor in the city, known as the Holy Hand."
"Now we only have you to rely on."
Lester said to the city lord: "Now we can only prepare quickly. I will also try my best to find the cause of the disease and then find a way to solve it."
Lester returned to the medical clinic and kept thinking about what he had learned: "What kind of disease is this?"
Lester began to dissect the patient's remains, hoping to discover the origin of the disease.
He was horrified to find that every patient's internal organs were mutilated.
just like.
Eaten by something.
No wonder those patients were in so much pain as if they were falling into purgatory when they died.
Immediately afterwards, he removed a bug from the patient's body during an operation.
"Intestinal worms?"
Lester recognized this sort of thing immediately.
Because witch doctors have encountered this kind of thing before and recorded it in books.
Witch doctors once encountered this disease that was transmitted through the reproduction of insects in a small town, and then saved the entire town.
Lester immediately became excited. Now that he knew what the disease was, there was a solution.
wrong.
It shouldn't be said that he has a solution. Although he has learned the surgical method from the witch doctors, it is still not possible for him to clean the bugs out of the patient's body through surgery like the witch doctors. This method is not suitable for him. It's like magic.
Instead, he could turn to witch doctors to treat this disease. The witch doctors had cured this disease through the corresponding powder they produced, so they must be able to reproduce it there.
Lester thought as he slowly ended the operation.
He put down his surgical tools and began to exit the room.
did not expect.
At this time, his wife beside him fell.
Lester immediately stepped forward to help her: "What's wrong?"
The wife shook her head and said to him.
"fine."
"I just feel a little uncomfortable, maybe I'm too tired."
But Lester felt that it was not that simple. His wife had been around him recently and had contact with patients, and he wondered whether she had also contracted the disease.
"You take a rest."
"I'll check it out for you later to make sure you don't contract this disease too."
Just as he expected.
Lester's wife also fell ill, contracting the same disease.
In front of the bed, Lester was a little anxious.
But his wife comforted him and said, "Lester, don't panic."
"I believe you will find a way."
Lester nodded: "I have found a way. This is a disease caused by bugs, which witch doctors encountered many years ago."
"I'm going to seek help from the witch doctors right now, and there will be a solution soon."
"soon."
"All patients here will be treated, including you."
Lester quickly wrote a letter and handed it to his apprentice.
"To the Witch Doctor's House."
"Get this letter into the hands of the witch doctors."
Lester said extremely seriously: "The lives of the patients in the entire Cross City, no, all the people suffering from illness inside and outside the city, depend on this letter."
"If you can arrive a day earlier, you can save a few more people."
"quick!"
"It must be quick."
Lester's apprentice nodded: "Don't worry, teacher."
The apprentice embarked on the long road with mission and tasks.
But no matter how fast it is, it will take more than half a month to go back and forth between Cross City and the Witch Doctor's House.
In the days that followed, the plague became more serious day by day.
Lester was walking in Cross City, and the city was already full of patients.
Every house closed its doors tightly, and people were in a hurry when walking outside. Everyone stayed far away.
He also saw corpses piled on top of each other as they were being driven out.
The cemetery outside the city has run out of space in the past few days, and a new cemetery is currently being built.
The patients in Leicester Medical Clinic are already overcrowded, and Leicester can only do his best to save their lives and delay as much as possible.
For a physician like him, there could be no more cruel and upsetting image.
On the twentieth day, his wife gradually became thinner and her eyes became hollow.
The pain in bed was excruciating every day.
"Lester...Lester..."
She called her husband's name, as if she wanted him to save her.
There was nothing Lester could do except grab her hand.
At this moment, Lester had strong doubts about his medical skills.
There is no longer any self-confidence.
"Why."
"I have obviously tried my best. I have obviously learned medical skills from the witch doctor. I have also passed on my medical skills to the students."
"Why, you still haven't been able to change anything?"
Ordinary people are still so vulnerable in the face of disease and death.
At this moment, Lester finally felt the limitations of mortals.
As the torturous days passed, Leicester finally waited for his apprentice to return.
When the apprentice returned, he came back with three carriages pulled by the little stone demon. The carriages seemed to be full of things.
The apprentice told Lester: "The witch doctor is currently conducting an experiment and there is no way to come."
"But the witch doctor named Left Hand has personally made a medicine that can treat this disease.
"He also told me that if I take this medicine once, I will never get intestinal worms again."
"The human body will directly kill this bug on its own."
Lester breathed a sigh of relief and patted his apprentice on the shoulder.
"That's it."
"It's pretty good."
"The whole of Cross City will thank you for saving everyone's lives."
But the apprentice said: "Teacher, you saved everyone."
Lester immediately arranged for someone to unload the drugs from the car.
Then arrange people to start distributing medicines, set up stations at various medical clinics in the city, and start treating patients.
The crowds came in droves.
The witch doctor's medicine is very effective and works immediately after use.
Although the patient cannot be cured immediately, it can kill the bugs in their body immediately.
"Thank you."
"Thank you, you saved our lives."
Countless patients in the city cried bitterly, holding Lester's hand and thanking him.
As patients were treated one after another, the city gradually returned to life.
Suddenly, Leicester's reputation reached its peak.
in this city.
He is like a saint.
After the patients in Cross City gradually stabilized, the apprentices and assistants of Leicester Medical Clinic began to lead people out of Cross City.
Bring medicine to help more people who are suffering from the plague,
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Home in Leicester.
He looked at his wife on the hospital bed with a sad expression.
Although Leicester solved the plague, his wife was tortured by the disease and became inhuman.
Her body was severely damaged by the disease and she was left with only one breath left.
The failure of various organs in the body is a situation that cannot be solved by ordinary drugs or doctors.
"Hmm~"
My wife was lying on her side on the bed, humming weakly.
The pain was so tortured that she couldn't even speak, but those eyes looked at Lester as before.
"I won't let you leave me now?"
"This is my oath."
Lester looked at his wife and said seriously.
Although he said this in his mouth, he was extremely anxious in his heart.
When he walked out of the bedroom, his expression completely changed.
"That's too late."
He could not have the time to send his wife to the witch doctor's house, and his wife could not bear the bumps of the journey.
He suddenly remembered the experiment he had been studying for many years, the life blood stone with magical power.
A panacea that I have high hopes for.
Only one key is missing.
He can realize his idea and save his wife at the same time.
South of the city.
Lester knocked on a door, and the door opened to reveal the scene inside. There were various stone carvings and many painted pottery panels inside.
And oil paintings on canvas have begun to appear in recent years, but this art has not yet been truly recognized by the upper aristocracy.
This is a painter's home.
"Hello."
"I'm Lester."
Lester introduced himself to the door opener.
In fact, the painter immediately recognized Lester the moment he opened the door.
"Mr. Leicester, I don't think there is anyone in this city who doesn't know you."
"In fact, my family survived this disaster and plague only because of your grace. I am very grateful to you."
"I've always wanted to find a chance to thank you, but you haven't been out recently."
"It is said that."
"Your wife..."
The painter sighed and did not continue.
Lester also sighed: "This is what a doctor should do."
The painter looked at Lester: "You are a real physician, a great physician."
The two of them sat down, and the painter said directly: "Mr. Lester, I know what you want to do."
Lester was curious: "How do you know?"
Painter: "Many people have come to visit me. You are not the first, nor the last."
"But those people, I would tell them there is no such thing as illness."
"But for you, I'll be blunt."
Lester stood up excitedly: "So, is it true?"
The painter nodded: "It is true, but it is of little use to most people."
"The God of Knowledge will only respond to those who can pay the price. The law he adheres to is exchange."
"He gives you what you want and you pay the price."
"And most people can't afford this price."
The painter took Lester to another house and visited some of the painter's works.
Even Lester, who was not very artistic, recognized one of the paintings.
"This is……"
"It's the "God's Gate in the Sky" that was lost in the City of Servants of God. This is a masterpiece of King Henir in his late period. I heard that King Henir liked it very much."
The painter nodded: "Although it is not the original work, I can tell you that what you see is exactly the same."
Lester asked, "How did you do that?"
The painter said seriously: "Because I inherited his original artist's skills."
Having seen the artist's paintings with his own eyes, Lester no longer had any doubts.
"This is truly a masterpiece."
"It seems that this existence really has very powerful power."
On the way home, Lester's heart was ready to beat.
What he didn't learn from the witch doctor for ten years might be easily acquired here.
But he was also a little apprehensive.
He didn't know what price he had to pay. Facing such a powerful existence, a mortal like him was like an ant taking everything he wanted.
Although the painter told him that the spiritual world contract is a contract signed through the Kingdom of God.
No one can violate the terms of the spiritual contract.
Back home.
Lester drew a spiritual contract formation on the ground according to the pattern given to him by the artist, and wrote a symbol representing a powerful and unknown existence in the center of the formation.
Next, on the other side of the symbol, Lester's own name was written.
He knelt in front of the ritual circle and chanted the incantation.
"O great god of knowledge!"
"I use the rituals of the spiritual world to call you and conclude a contract of equal trade with you."
"Please tell me, how can I create a true panacea?"
Suddenly, the magic array on the ground shone brightly.
His consciousness went blank.
He felt as if he appeared thousands of feet high in the sky, then kept falling downwards, and finally fell into a completely unknown situation.
He saw a heavy door and a figure sitting above the door.
"interesting."
"very interesting."
"What do you want to do? Create a universal elixir?"
The figure stared at Lester, leaning forward slightly, as if observing Lester's secrets.
"You are actually a student of that group of witch doctors, which is interesting, very interesting.
That figure seemed to see through everything about Lester at a glance.
Lester looked up at the door, his eyes moved upward little by little, and finally stopped at the light figure.
"Are you the God of Knowledge?"
The figure grinned and said, "Yes, I am the god you requested."
"I hold all the knowledge that has appeared in this world. As long as it exists, you can get it from me."
Lester said to the figure: "I want a way to create a panacea."
The figure said to Lester: "I can't give you the method of making the so-called universal elixir, because there is no real universal elixir in this world yet."
"But I can open my treasure house of knowledge, and you can search for the knowledge you want."
The figure floated down from above and opened the door behind him.
"Go!"
"Go and ask for everything you want."
Lester asked him: "What price do I have to pay to make this transaction?"
The figure told him: "I have a share of all the knowledge you gained from the witch doctor, as well as your research on the life blood stone and the universal elixir."
Lester felt there was nothing wrong with the deal: "Okay, I promise you."
Just finished speaking.
Lester was instantly sucked into the door.
Behind him, the light figure was still smiling.
"finally."
"Finally an interesting person has arrived."
When you wake up again, it is already reality.
Lester was still kneeling in his own house.
"I'm back?" Lester looked at his hands in disbelief.
"So it's true?" He stood up and walked around the room excitedly.
"You can actually get what you want by trading."
Everything that just happened was like a dream.
But everything in Lester's mind told him that what just happened was real.
Lester gained knowledge that he had never imagined before, about magic and monsters.
The "God of Knowledge" is really unimaginably generous. Even some third-level curse seal priests may not necessarily have this knowledge, but at this moment, Lester, an ordinary person, has such powerful knowledge.
The price is Lester's research on the panacea and the blood stone of life.
It's very fair to exchange knowledge for knowledge.
He does not feel that his own knowledge is necessarily more noble than that of others.
Lester rushed into his laboratory, and this time he felt his inspiration bursting out.
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