[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

O'Brien's invincible brains and thick skin led him to come up with a stupid idea.

On the one hand, he has the kind of character that is widely praised by novel readers. He is beautiful (the priest cannot see him), strong (the priest seems to be very strong as well) and miserable (this one is really miserable). On the other hand, he is the kind of pathetic person who is discriminated against, ostracized, and disliked by everyone, who is most sympathetic and affectionate to the Reverend Mother.

In short, apart from being a dark elf (Sylvia doesn’t mind anyway), I have the advantage.

I have to hook up with the pastor.

Although O'Brien felt guilty at first, the more he thought about it, the more confident he became.

If he doesn't keep her, some of his good qualities...mainly his little money will be destroyed!

But neither the invincible brain nor the thick skin could predict that Sylvia did not show up for the next two days.

O'Brien was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was almost a corpse.

He didn't want to sit still and wait for death, but whenever he wanted to leave the ward, the gentle nurse would appear at the door of the ward with a considerate fake smile, "Sir, I suggest you take more rest."

As expected of the highest-level ward, worthy of the distinguished VIP treatment, with one-on-one care, he could not escape.

Only Arnold comes to visit him every day, oh, maybe it is more appropriate to say that it is to watch a good show. The dwarf is like a real death line, reminding him every day that he is getting further and further away from his wealth.

"Did you say something stupid to the pastor?" Arnold on this side was not idle either, taking out a banana from the fruit basket and taking a sip. Seeing that the patient on the hospital bed really lost his appetite for a sad future, he happily accepted most of the fruits in the fruit basket.

O'Brien's face was pale, and he looked more like a patient than when he first woke up. "I'm so stupid. Really, no one would get close to me again after experiencing a hot face and a cold butt."

The bananas in Arnold's mouth no longer tasted good, and his face wrinkled up in disgust, "Hey. Be civilized, don't be so vulgar."

But O'Brien felt discouraged and pulled the quilt up to cover most of his face. The dwarf had never seen him look so depressed. The elf's voice was muffled under the quilt, and was vague, "Yes, I am just vulgar. No one taught me any etiquette since I was a child, and I couldn't say anything nice. The bright pastor near the church said it was bad luck..."

"Oh, how about..." The dwarf was about to speak, but hesitated again and gently lifted O'Brien's quilt.

Sure enough, the elf hid under the quilt and pressed the smile on his lips with his palms. Arnold was so angry that he threw the quilt on his face.

"But where has the priest been recently?" O'Brien was truly curious. Sylvia looked like she really couldn't relate to being sad. That lady didn't have such fragile nerves. If she was really angry, poor Eugene would probably be ridiculed mercilessly on the spot.

At most, she was upset by his contradicting her and just didn't want to see him recently.

But it's true that he used words to stimulate her. Just because he's not angry or sad doesn't mean he doesn't mind. O'Brien inevitably felt a little guilty when he asked this question.

"Oh, her." Arnold thought for a while, "It seems that I met some acquaintances from the church. Let's get together."

He curled his lips, "After all, the atmosphere here must be uncomfortable for her...'Isolation of light'."

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Sylvia really didn't stay with the rest of the team.

To be precise, she was currently in the outpost's crude therapy tent.

The brown-skinned man was wrapped in a blanket. The red bloodshot eyes had spread to the whites of his eyes. A huge tearing wound appeared on his waist and abdomen, almost cutting the man in half. The remaining skin and flesh were pressed against each other, and the white bones were faintly visible, but the skin was surprisingly red. Boiling blood gurgled out of the crack and was silently absorbed by the scarlet blanket below. The man's lips had turned white, and excessive blood loss had caused him to fall asleep, but he still hummed unconsciously in his mouth.

Sylvia knelt on the ground, and the blood on the blanket stuck to the hem of her skirt. She felt the sticky wetness and the gradually increasing sinking feeling, and her body became heavier.

Is this the weight of life? she thinks.

"Anaconda bone powder." She reached back.

The red-haired girl hurriedly found the small bottle containing gray powder among the pile of bottles and jars, and handed it to her.

Sylvia uncorked the bottle, smelled it, then dipped in a little powder and started drawing a magic circle from the orc's forehead.

The reason is simple. Think of the damaged body as a broken jar, first guide the water in the jar into other containers, then repair the jar, and finally return the water to the container.

The priest's fingers started from her forehead, and the hot skin made her tremble, but she still moved downwards firmly, to the bridge of her nose, lips, throat, limbs, tail, and back up again. The violent fire element in the man's body was absorbed by the light in the magic circle, and the blood flow slowed down, no longer as hot as magma. As the heat subsided, the gray powder all over the orc's body gradually turned red.

"I'll leave it to you next." Sylvia nodded slightly to the doctor who stood aside with a complicated expression. "Even if the lethal concentration of elements has been removed, the injured person's wound is still ridiculously large. Compared with light healing, I think suturing It is more conducive to recovery after the wound.”

She planned to stand up, but the moment she stood up, her knees suddenly weakened and she was supported by the red-haired girl.

"Senior Sylvia," the red-haired girl Flora was in shock, trying to carry the priest's weight with half her body, "Are you okay?"

The priest waved his hand and motioned for Flora to help her to the sink, turn the faucet to the maximum, and let the cool water wash away the sticky blood on her hands. But even after rinsing it off, there was still an unavoidable redness on my palms.

The burning pain was transmitted from the nerve endings. Sylvia lightly bit the burned fingertip and held it in her mouth like a child.

"Let me help you treat it." Flora hurriedly took her hand and covered Sylvia's palm with both hands. She chanted in a low voice, and a soft halo overflowed, like a miracle.

Sylvia half-closed her eyes, her short black hair pressing down on Flora's shoulders, like a black fern twining with random branches and leaves. "Thank you," she whispered.

She really didn't have any strength left. The blood of orcs is naturally fused with the elements and is inseparable, which contributes to their strong physiques. They are natural warriors, and by "burning blood" they can stimulate a steady stream of elements in the blood to replenish the energy lost in the muscles. But after being seriously injured while in a burning blood state, the boiling blood made treatment a problem.

The formation of this array not only involves division, absorption, and fusion, but also involves some spatial construction involving taboos. She used all the light elements in her body to fuse the fire elements in the orcs' blood, which drained her physical strength and made her body feel uncomfortable due to the lack of elements.

Sylvia half leaned on Flora in exhaustion, and was helped by her to sit on the seat outside the treatment tent. She smiled bitterly, "Although I have elemental affinity, I am indeed not a natural priest. The content of light elements in my body It's really average. This kind of treatment can only be accomplished by opportunistic formations."

The red-haired girl shook her head vigorously, thought for a moment, then slowly reached out and hugged the priest. Sylvia smelled the scent of daisies, nuts, and bread in her arms.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Sylvia." The girl's voice was a little whimpering and hoarse. She was so worried that she still hadn't completely let go, but she was lucky enough to have the current result. "It's great that Tucker can meet you. "

"Those high-level priests are unwilling to treat him. I know these unspoken rules, but..." She cried softly, and Sylvia felt her body twitch. "Obviously I am a priest myself, but there is nothing I can do. "

Sylvia was silent, listening to the sad girl's sobs, feeling powerless. Only a priest can relieve the burning blood. Without a priest to absorb the violent elements, even if a miracle doctor is by his side, there is nothing he can do to the patient.

But priests generally don't take on this kind of work easily - it's simply thankless. Even if the seriously injured orcs resolve the burning blood, it's still unknown whether they can be revived later. Even if he is lucky enough to survive in the end, the credit will not go to the priest.

In order to solve the problem of burning blood, even high-level priests need to spend a lot of light elements, which can be said to be emptying the body, and it takes a long time to recover. Not to mention whether there will be attacks during this period of weakness, wouldn't it be good to use these light elements to treat a few more people?

This is the unspoken rule among priests - solving Burning Blood is a losing business.

But life should not be measured like a sale. Sylvia thought.

Unfortunately, this is indeed an unsolvable problem. If the light elements in the priest's body and a human life are placed at both ends of the balance, she will devote all her energy without hesitation. But what if the two ends of the scale are one person and many people? She couldn't imagine whether she would make the same choice as those priests whom doctors called "callous."

She patted Flora's back. The warmth between the girls' arms was transmitted to each other through contact. She could only comfort her in this way now.

"Can you help me back to the room, Flora." The aftereffects of the elements being drained came, and Sylvia began to feel dizzy, and her body forced her into hibernation due to lack of energy.

Flora hurriedly helped her back to the accommodation tent and changed her into a skirt - the previous knee was completely covered in the blood of the orcs.

"Go to sleep, senior sister." Flora covered her with the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt inward. "I'm going to ask the doctors for some herbs. Your knees are also a little burnt. Ointment is more effective for this kind of wound. "

Sylvia no longer has the strength to respond. She can feel her weakness, which is manifested in the fact that her mind is not clear right now, and the words of many people are intertwined and roaring in her ears.

What a novel feeling. she thinks.

This was the meaning of her leaving the royal city. she thinks.