quicksilver blood

Chapter 246 Invasion
"St. Rexai's Hospital..."

The wizard stationed in Iron Curtain City flipped through the documents in his hand, with a look of suspicion on his face.

He flicked the document to a certain page, then pointed to one of the above, and slowly asked the old man in front of him, "It says that you only have 23 doctors. Why do you have fifty people?" ?”

"My lord, please take a closer look. It says 23 official doctors, and the young people behind me are the new apprentices of this hospital."

The hale and hearty old man wiped his red nose, and replied in an orderly manner: "You see, my lord, it is also mentioned in the document - this is the sentence 'Qualified official doctors and their apprentices have the right to appear in public places involving privacy." In any territory of any power in any country other than the private sphere', and 'except for nobles, no one has the right to imprison, interrogate, and repeatedly interrogate doctors, etc., which may aggravate the injuries of the rescued and even lead to death The sentence "behavior"..."

Because he wanted to point out the details on the document, the old man leaned forward and got closer to the resident wizard.

Immediately, the indelible fishy smell that can't be washed off from eating meat all year round hits his face.

The resident wizard frowned, and didn't bother to look down at the document, but shrank his neck back unconsciously.

As if seeing his movements, several doctors in their 30s and [-]s took a step forward angrily.But almost at the same time, he was dragged back by the people around him.

Seeing this scene, the suspicion in his eyes became even stronger.

In theory, there's nothing wrong with their files.But here lies the biggest problem.

Their preparations are really perfect.It was as if these people had expected in advance that he would conduct a lot of cross-examination.

He felt a strong uneasiness keenly.

After all, the situation in the White Tower is serious now, and there is no room for him to be careless.

Yesterday evening, a huge explosion came from the south.The pure white flames covered the entire sky, even though he was so far away from the incident, he still felt the holy power in the wind.

It is conceivable that the pure white sacred fire that burned for a long time before gradually extinguishing caused terrible damage.Although he didn't see the scene of the explosion with his own eyes, he could roughly guess what a terrible hell on earth it had become.

You know, his girlfriend who has not yet graduated from the apprentice wizard lives not far from the explosion.

Was she at home then?Is school over yet?Ever hang out with friends?If so, how is she doing now?If not, how was she injured in the explosion?or...

He didn't even dare to think about it.If he could, he didn't even want to stay here for a second, and would immediately run to her side.

— But, no.

The more we get into this period of turmoil, the three fortresses of the White Tower become more and more important, and there must be no accidents.

This is for the sake of everyone in the White Tower.

He cannot abandon his duty.

You must never leave your post without authorization, and you must never let your guard down——

It wasn't that he was paranoid.Since this morning, three waves of people from hospitals from various places have submitted applications to him, hoping to get through his hospital.There are relatively few people coming to St. Rex Hospital.

Because they were under the banner of being invited to treat those injured in yesterday's explosion, and the various documents were absolutely correct, so he had to let them go after repeated inspections.

but.But he stubbornly believed that there must be something wrong with these people.

Because it's too fast.

Hospital——Different from the common people's concept, he knew that the people who came out from there were not docile sheep who could only heal wounds.

The Healing Institute is a domain directly governed by the gods.

Only hospitals with at least one official chaplain are considered legal institutions.In addition, all doctors must have faith and formally believe in a righteous god.

Although compared to the temple, the relationship between these hospitals and the White Tower is pretty good.But something happened last night, and almost all of them were mobilized this morning—those guys in black trench coats would not be so merciful.

Wizards are always bad at healing.Although they can develop various bandaging techniques and advanced medical supplies, that does not mean that the enchantment wizards whose knowledge is almost all from books can have good bandaging techniques.

And the crafty knife wizard with dissection experience was rejected by the people of the White Tower.After all, it is too dangerous to be touched by a crafty knife wizard at close range.No one wants their internal organs to be stamped with an invisible mark, as long as someone wants to, they can be chopped up instantly at any time.

Once a very serious accident occurs, all the White Tower can do is to keep the injury from getting worse.And the only medical potion in the White Tower that is similar to divine magic, the medical potion from Su Ze, would not be given to these people so easily.

After all, it is not the lost Christmas season yet. For Su Ze, such things are precious military supplies, and it is impossible to sell them in large quantities to the White Tower.The White Tower is also working hard to use witchcraft to crack the mysteries of these alchemy products, and each bottle of potion is a precious sample.

Alchemy and witchcraft can also be used in production, but unlike alchemy, which must be performed manually, witchcraft can use machines instead of manual labor for mass production.

If alchemy is artistic creation, which pursues fleeting inspiration and instant beauty, then witchcraft creation is to organize the aesthetic experience into a cold, blunt and unaesthetic formula, and use it to mass-produce. A science of fakes.

From the user's point of view, there is no difference.The functions are similar to items with similar performance, but the price of witchcraft creations is much cheaper than alchemy creations.But for alchemists, this kind of behavior of forcibly summarizing "truth" with knowledge that humans can understand, separating the inner laws of alchemical creations and directly copying them without hearing their constituent principles is a complete violation of truth. Blasphemy.

In their view, wizards are brazen copycats who say they have invented something, but in fact they are almost all reproductions and copies of some rare alchemical creation.People who only pursue the manufacture and use of things without asking the underlying principles at all are not worthy of being called scholars at all.

But unfortunately, the wizards have the White Tower that the alchemists most want to have.This kind of facility that can observe the law of Aum at a close distance—or the "truth" is so tempting to alchemists, so that after this kind of contempt is mixed with enough jealousy, it turns into utter disgust.

In the eyes of wizards, alchemists are too traditional.The ability has not been inherited, but the mage's ethos of being stubborn, old-fashioned and inflexible has been learned thoroughly.Holding a lot of ancient creations that will fail after a few times does not study. I would rather read those empty tomes than learn from the ideas of the predecessors. I have to rely on the system I established and independently research something to prove myself. is correct.

In this regard, the wizards said hehe.

If you have the ability to be arrogant, you are arrogant, and if you are not capable of being arrogant, you are pretending to be arrogant.

Therefore, it can be said that the relationship between the alchemist and the wizard, the inheritance of the two mages, has reached the limit of danger and may be completely broken at any time.In a sense, the hatred between them has surpassed the hatred for the clergy.

Therefore, whenever there is a major accident in the White Tower and urgent medical treatment is needed, it is better to ask the doctors who believe in gods, and the wizards will not try to use any alchemy items to survive the disaster.

But this wizard, who had just arrived in the Iron Curtain City, was very upset.

He double-checked that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the files.Moreover, there was no evil aura on them, nor did they have the smell of blood that had killed people, but he just stubbornly felt that there was something wrong with these people.

"How about it, my lord, can we go there?"

The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, bowed his waist and said to him kindly.

"...Ah, let's go."

The wizard looked through the file again, but still couldn't find what the problem was.

So he had no choice but to return the documents to these people in frustration, and opened the barrier.

After all, he didn't even know what happened at the explosion site, so he didn't dare to delay these doctors.

Maybe, just because he got out of the way a second earlier, he saved his girlfriend's life...

But he has decided that when they leave, he will immediately write a letter to his superiors, and hand over all the information of today's immigrants.

——In case something happens to him in the end, the consequences are beyond his ability to bear.

However, just after he shook his head and teleported back to his room, he found that there was already a person waiting in his room.

That was a healer he let go in the second wave——

He took a step back and was about to perform the technique, but the "healer" suddenly burst out with terrifying speed.

The "doctor" rushed over in one stride.Then the punch to the chest was subconsciously blocked by the wizard, but his arm was also broken directly.

Just when he couldn't help howling in pain, a palm from bottom to top hit his chin neatly.He only heard a crackling sound in his neck, his head bent back sharply, hit his back and bounced heavily, and the whole person fell back weakly.

To bend to such an extent, everyone should be dead.

That "doctor" did not relax at all.

He walked over in two or three steps in silence, and punched the wizard's chest one after another.It wasn't until the penetrating force made the sound of water inside and the wizard's seven orifices spurted out blood that he stood up contentedly.

"Bah, heresy. You're a bastard who deserves a silver injection...you're lucky, you die easily."

But just as the Inanimate Fist turned and left with a roar, he didn't notice that the wizard whose heart had been smashed into pulp flicked his right hand lightly like an electric shock.

(End of this chapter)