Path of light

Chapter 590 591. Old Priest

I heard that there was an old priest living in the wanderer camp. He opened a clinic in the camp and made a living by treating injured demon hunters. He was very famous in the wanderer camp and knew almost all the demon hunters in the wanderer camp.

The consultation fee he charged was completely different for each person. Usually, the more famous the demon hunter was, the more expensive the consultation fee he had to pay.

The dwarf warrior did not go to the old priest for treatment because he felt that the old priest's fee was unreasonable. He wanted to rely on the strong physique of the dwarfs to force the dark energy out of his body...

Even if Roy did not dare to come for treatment, the dwarf warrior would slowly recover after these few days...

Roy lay next to the tent and his body quickly regained the ability to move.

Because the sacred particles in the dark land were extremely thin, the holy light power in his body recovered very slowly.

Roy first gave a comprehensive examination to the injured dwarf warrior in the Evely Demon Hunter Team and found that the dwarf warrior was mainly contaminated with the dark aura. The dwarf warrior's injury could be cured by performing the purification spell.

When the dwarf warrior was doing the examination, he was still holding a wine glass in his hand.

He generously invited Roy to have a drink...

Roy smiled and rejected the dwarf warrior's proposal, and warned the dwarf warrior that it was better not to drink when the dark aura was contaminated on his body.

The dwarf warrior agreed with a hum, but Roy knew very well that the dwarf warrior didn't pay much attention to his warnings.

Although the dwarf warrior's troubles could be solved by performing a purification spell, Roy planned to wait a little longer this time. He wanted to let the holy light power in his body recover a little before treating the dwarf warrior who loved drinking.

Then Roy asked Evely to visit the old priest...

Evely stood outside the camp and pointed out the location of the old priest's residence to Roy. To be honest, this wanderer camp was not that big. Everyone just built some tents around the campfire.

Evely told Roy that there were a lot of blood-stained gauze hanging outside the old priest's clinic, and some bottles and jars were also hung outside the tent.

The tent was very shabby, and there were a lot of sundries piled outside.

Roy stood at the door of the tent, looked inside the tent, and asked in Elvish:

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

It was a very old elf, without a trace of sacredness, looking a little thin, with cloudy eyes, wearing a dirty linen robe, and didn't look like a priest at all.

He lifted the door curtain and looked up at Roy.

The old priest invited Roy into the tent. The tent was very dirty, with a rotten and greasy smell. There were two beds placed side by side in the tent, which almost took up all the space in the tent.

The old priest pointed to the stool beside the bed and said to Roy:

"Sit down!...Priest?"

Roy nodded and explained to the old priest:

"But I don't believe in the Statue of Liberty."

"Oh?" The old priest looked obviously surprised and said to Roy solemnly: "I thought you were also a young priest who fell behind from the expeditionary force. It seems that I was wrong. They call me Old Pike. I have lived in this wanderer camp for a long time. What do you want to see me for?"

Roy did not beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose: "Have you ever met a high priest named Reed?"

Old Pike shook his head and said:

"I am the accompanying priest of the first expeditionary force. There is no priest named Reed in my team. I don't know if there is a high priest named Reed in other teams..."

When Roy heard Old Pike say that he was the accompanying priest of the first expeditionary force, he thought that he might not know High Priest Reed.

High Priest Reed accepted the call of the Golfito Statue of Liberty and joined the third Statue of Liberty expeditionary force...

Since the other party did not know High Priest Reed, Roy was ready to say goodbye to Old Pike.

Just at this time, the curtain of the tent was opened from the outside, and a strong human walked in from the outside. He was wearing a set of silver magic armor, a sword hanging on his waist, and two axes behind his back. His eyes revealed a murderous aura...

"Old Pike, treat Hans's injury quickly. He was scratched by a shadow demon and poisoned. He looks very bad!" The strong human rushed into the tent and hurriedly said to the old priest.

His voice was so loud that the whole tent was buzzing.

The old priest looked embarrassed and said very tactfully:

"Today, my priest power has been exhausted. I need to rest. I can't release the Holy Light until tomorrow noon..."

The strong human man ignored the old priest's words. He bent down and said loudly to the old priest: "Old Pike, please help. Maybe Hans will die before tomorrow noon. As long as you are willing to save my good brother Hans, we are willing to double the consultation fee!"

"This is not a matter of adding money. You know, this is a dark place. Our Holy Light power recovers very slowly. What can I do?"

The old priest said with an embarrassed look, and then his expression changed. He squinted his eyes like a cunning fox and asked tentatively:

"Are you really willing to pay twice the consultation fee? You should know that as the most famous demon hunting team in the wanderer camp, your consultation fee is very expensive."

"When have I not fulfilled my promise to you?" the human man patted his chest and promised.

"Carry him in..." The old priest waved at the human man, and then muttered: "Although I have exhausted the power of holy light, I have a way to let your companion hold on until tomorrow noon. Once my holy light power recovers, I can help him heal his injuries!"

The human man turned around and walked out of the tent, just in time to see Roy standing in the corner.

He stared at Roy suspiciously, his eyes constantly wandering over the magic pattern structure Roy was wearing.

The sturdy man pursed his lips, stared at Roy and asked:

"Why haven't I seen you before... new here?"

The old priest stretched out his hand and pushed Roy, urging him: "Boy, go and help, carry the injured in and put him on the bed."

Then he turned around and said loudly to the human sturdy man: "He is here to learn medical skills from me. You carry him in and go back and wait. Come and take your companion away tomorrow afternoon."

Pretending to stare at Roy's back, he frowned at the old priest.

At present, the most transcendent position in the wanderer camp is the old priest who can heal the demon hunters. Although the sturdy man is a little envious of Roy's magic pattern structure, he does not want to have a grudge with the old priest, so he can only walk out of the tent in a huff.

The human sturdy man carried a wounded companion into the tent and carefully placed him on the bed.

Only then did Roy understand that the two large beds placed side by side in the tent were used to treat patients. No wonder the old priest just asked Roy to sit on a low stool.

The wounded man's abdomen was almost torn apart by some sharp weapon, and his intestines almost flowed out. I don't know what kind of hemostasis technique the other party used. Although his abdomen was torn apart, he stopped bleeding.

The wounded man was still conscious at this time, looking at the old priest eagerly, and asked the old priest in a trembling tone:

"Old Pike, do you think I can be saved? Can I be saved with such injuries?"

"The intestines are cut off? Other organs are fine, the liver, spleen and kidneys are not damaged, only the internal organs are contaminated with black magic and need to be removed. Don't worry, your good brother has promised to pay me double the medical fee. Even for that medical fee, I, Old Pike, will definitely save you. I guarantee that after you recover from your injuries, you can still go out alive and well to hunt dark creatures!" The old priest patted his chest and promised.

The wounded man calmed down immediately when he heard Old Pike say this.

The strong human was also standing at the door of the tent, bowing his head and saying to the old priest: "Old Pike, Hans is in your care!"

After that, he threw a bag to the old priest, and then the group of demon hunters turned and left...

The old priest took out a small spray bottle from the pile of debris outside the tent. He rinsed the small spray bottle casually, poured a little diluted green medicine into the small spray bottle, and sprayed it on the abdomen of the injured. This green medicine quickly formed a protective oil film on the abdomen of the injured.

He poured a little more medicine, stuffed the glass tube directly into the mouth of the injured, and said to him:

"Go to sleep, have a good sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, your injury may have healed almost completely, and you will have to take good care of it for a while."

The injured gradually closed his eyes amid the nagging of the old priest.

"They are the most powerful group of demon hunters in this exile camp. You must keep your distance from them in the future, otherwise you may be swallowed by them without leaving even the bones..." The old priest whispered to Roy in a very low voice.

He said a lot, and Roy listened very carefully.

When he left, Roy stood at the entrance of the tent, bowed to the old priest, and said sincerely:

"Old Pike, thank you."

After leaving Old Pike's tent, Roy's ears were still lingering with what Old Pike said:

'This is the exile camp. You can treat it as an area where no dark creatures enter temporarily. You can rest here, or you can trade with other demon hunters, but you must never let down your guard, because the dangers lurking here... are often more deadly. '

'No demon hunter is kind, but it cannot be said that all demon hunters here are evil. ’

‘Although good and evil are opposites, they also coexist. When your strength is recognized by everyone, you will get the respect you deserve in this camp, and you will feel everyone's kindness. When you are a useless weakling, someone will definitely bar their sharp fangs at you. ’

‘The demon hunters living in the dark land are all strong men full of wildness and ruthless means, so you must be vigilant at all times...’