69novels Chapter 1063 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (5)
Chapter 1063 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (5)
The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty)
The abnormality in the town is still unknown. On the other side, Lance, who goes by the name of "Pierre", and old Wims and his group finally completed the escort mission.
Their destination was Laiye, an extremely prosperous city. Before they even approached the city gate, they could already feel the flow of people coming from all directions.
Some ordinary farmers had saved up a lot of supplies and planned to go into the city to exchange them for some copper coins to buy things; some were mercenaries who were on the same mission as them, their faces were dusty and weathered but they looked happy; and there were also many important figures whose carriages were pulled by magical beasts that showed their different identities and status, and there were all kinds of emblems on the carriages, and almost every emblem represented a force.
The last type was even more eye-catching than these carriages. They were dressed in white robes and protected by knights in silver armor holding holy swords. Each of them held a staff inlaid with a bright gem in his hand. Wherever they went, almost no one would stop them from passing.
"They are from the Church of Light and the Temple. Everyone, be careful not to look over there, and don't get into conflict with them."
Old Wims and Lei gave the instructions almost in unison, and then they looked at each other and saw some unpleasant memories in each other's eyes.
"Don't worry, Boss, Lei, we all understand and we will be careful."
"Nonsense, if you don't know yet, then don't call me Boss. I'm telling Pierre, sir."
Lance, who was walking at the end of the team, raised his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as calm as a lake.
"I?"
I don’t know why, but every time old Wims met those eyes, he felt a little nervous.
Ever since Mr. Pierre revealed his true strength in front of them, he seemed to have no intention of pretending anymore. The "new mercenary" who looked so passionate and motivated disappeared without a trace. Most of the time, Mr. Pierre seemed to prefer to be alone and quiet.
But strangely, everyone seemed to have easily accepted Mr. Pierre's change, including old Wims himself.
But when they really met Mr. Pierre's eyes and wanted to say something, they could always feel an invisible pressure, especially that his eyes seemed to hide something terrifying.
Old Wims was thinking it over and over in his mind, but his expression remained the same as usual, except that he lowered his voice a little.
"Yes, although I don't know what you think of the people from the Temple of Light, most of us mercenaries don't like dealing with them."
Lance: "But they have healing skills. If you get hurt, won't you go to them for treatment?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire team looked at each other in bewilderment. Some people, though outspoken, lowered their voices due to the memory etched deep in their bones. "No, who would dare to go to them? Not only do they look down on us, but they won't actually cure us all. They charge exorbitant fees and have too many demands."
"Is there such a thing?"
How could he not remember this being the case with the Temple of Light in this world? Lance quickly searched the database and realized that the information he had gathered on this world was too little. Furthermore, how these mercenaries would be treated was something he had never cared about before.
He shouldn't have cared about such useless things.
Lance: "Then how do you treat your injuries?"
Never mind, these mercenaries were really nice to him, so he just asked them as a form of data collection.
"You're the one who talks too much, so do you say whatever you want?"
Old Wims scolded the guy, turned around and saw 'Pierre' still looking at him as if waiting for an answer. He made a note in his heart that when he didn't accept the task in the future, he would have to tighten the skin of these guys and see if these brainless guys dared to talk nonsense in the future.
But since Mr. Pierre asked, old Weems still explained honestly.
It turns out that mercenaries like them actually did seek treatment from the priests of the Church of Light at the beginning. After all, as everyone knows, only the light, water and wood elements have healing magic.
Among them, as believers of the God of Light, the healing skills of the Light Priests have the best healing effect. After breaking through the Saint level, the Light Priests even have the ability to regenerate severed limbs, which can be said to be extremely amazing.
"Alas, but how can it be so easy to break through to the Saint level? Also, in the beginning, many Light Priests would heal us for free in order to help us break through. But since... I came to power, the Light Priests' style of doing things has changed."
Old Wims mumbled a name. Lance didn't hear it clearly, but he could tell that Old Wims didn't want to mention that name, so he didn't ask any further questions.
"They won't treat you? What will you do if you get hurt?"
Seeing that he didn't ask, old Wims breathed a sigh of relief and continued talking.
"It's not that they won't treat us, it's just not for free, and they charge a lot. You know, we mercenaries rely on hard-core missions to earn commissions. What's the point of losing all the commissions if we get hurt? So we usually either seek treatment from water or wood magicians, or buy some potions or herbs directly."
"Water and Wood? I know about water-based hydrotherapy, but it can only heal minor wounds. Not to mention wood-based hydrotherapy, which has even less healing power than hydrotherapy. Is it any use?"
Lei was helpless, "There's nothing we can do. We'll just have to make do with it. It's better than nothing."
"That's right, it's better to have something than nothing. Besides, Wood and Water magicians are generally good-tempered and easy to talk to. If you're lucky, they won't charge you. Isn't this much better than having to endure that idiot's temper... Hmm, Hmm!"
Old Wims glared fiercely at the guy whose mouth was covered, and secretly kicked the guy with a door handle. "That's probably it. Anyway, although we mercenaries have a miserable life, we can always find a way to survive."
Lance pondered. Does this mean that even if these mercenaries were seriously injured, they would rather find other ways rather than seek treatment from the Priest of Light?
It sounds like there must be some unknown secret that makes these mercenaries so wary of the priests of light.
Old Wims suddenly sighed at this time, "Actually, we've heard that some places seem to secretly sell recovery potions. I heard the price isn't that expensive. It would be great if we knew where to buy them."
That is the real good stuff. You don't need to continue fighting with injuries. Just drink it and almost all wounds can be healed. I heard that even low-level ones are very useful, but it's a pity that they have no way to buy it.
Lance's ears twitched slightly, and then he suddenly smiled as he thought of something.
"If you really want to buy it, I have a way."
In an instant, the mercenaries' eyes were fixed on him.