"Pastor of the Holy Adventists."

Demps nodded to Charles.

"Lord Demps, I am a priest and proficient in medicine, and I will treat those who are seriously injured."

Charles leaned slightly, looking beyond the full-body armored warrior to the crippled men moaning in pain in their makeshift tents.

"Uh......" Demps was stunned, in fact he was worrying about it.

It is impossible for the chaplains to have an accompanying priest in the caravan group, and these clergy are generally gathered in towns and cities, and rarely go out on adventures. So even the lowest Aboriginal probationary priests can't be found in the wild.

The disabled soldiers in the tent, some of whom were seriously injured and dying, were in urgent need of medical treatment, and if they were sent to a neighboring town, they were afraid that they would die on the way.

It's not that Demps didn't think about asking the Advent priest to help, but the aborigines will always have some doubts and distrust of the Arrivals. Is it appropriate to entrust such an important human life to them?

The muffled grunt of the warriors in the tent made Demps resolve. Just let him give it a try.

"Pastor of the Adventists, please heal the dying first." Demps gave Charles a deep look, took the initiative to open the tent for him, and invited him into the tent.

Five or six dying people were placed on the innermost blankets, some were covered in scars and could not distinguish where the fatal wounds were, and some were stabbed through the stomach by the fish-man's trident, and a large part of the intestines was exposed.

Large patches of blood flowed out of the blanket and seeped into the grass outside.

The scene was bloody, and Charles understood Demps's concerns, and I was afraid that professionals would be able to adapt to such a scene. Those player priest sisters probably didn't dare to walk in.

Even Charles was a little sick to his stomach for a while.

He took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, squatted down in front of the blanket, and took out his medicine kit from his backpack.

"[Refined Medicine Box]: Provides a +2 First Aid Environment Check bonus for the Priest."

It's a must-have for a pastor. Alchemists need alchemy tools, blacksmiths need craftsman tools, and wanderers need climbing tools.

In fact, the fastest and most convenient way to treat the dying is to lose the magic technique. But after a big battle, Charles's magic skills have been used up, and some must be kept, after all, it is only afternoon, and emergencies will be encountered at any time in the wild.

Fortunately, it is a game, and it is not so demanding on medical techniques, because the existence of the 'medical' skill and the [Healer's Heart] ability makes the medical steps much easier. Charles took out the needles and threads from the medicine kit to sterilize them, washed his hands and the wounds of the dying soldier with holy water, stuffed a section of his intestines back, and began to stitch and weave the wounds profusely in a sweat.

“+1，+1，+1……”

After the wound was stitched up, and some herbal ointment was applied to the sutures, a green number floated above the head of the dying soldier. Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

"Subject is out of 'near-death' state."

"Medical success."

"Earn 200 XP."

The system prompt that arrived at the right time lifted Charles' spirits and continued to give medical treatment to the next dying person.

Half an hour later.

Charles walked out of the tent sweating profusely, and at this time Demps was no longer the indifferent attitude he had at the beginning, and he faintly showed a kind of respect when facing Charles.

It can only be said that the priest conquered the aboriginal with his medical skills.

"Your Excellency Demps, I have only temporarily relieved their injuries, and if they want to be completely healed, they should be sent to a temple or church in a neighboring town, and ask the priest there to perform their magic." Charles said.

"Thank you, Holy Presence."

Demps pressed his left hand to his chest, bowed his head, and said in a solemn tone, "I don't have anything precious to give you." If you have a friend who is willing to embark on the road of overseer, I am willing to guide him, teach him the methods of warfare, and let him understand the meaning of a general. ”

Charles was stunned.

This is a precious promise of advancement.

As far as he knew, the Overseers' advanced classes were General, Warlord, Cavalry, and Sword General. Demps was a general with an excellent command ability to inspire and lift up his team.

It's a pity that the Overseer profession can only work in a large team of more than 100 people. Charles decided to rebuild Nordasil, but he planned to admit no more than 30 members, so this advanced guide quota was of little use to him.

However, the quota can be resold or exchanged for favors, and Charles believes that those who lead the Grand Guild must be interested in this spot.

"Thank you for your generosity." Charles smiled and thanked him.

"I'm a member of the 'Shield Knights', and you're at 1 Red Maple Street in the Susal Noble District, and you can find me through the outer messengers there."

Temples muttered, then turned and walked into the tent.

"Shield Knight?" Charles had a vague impression of the organization, as if it was an idle organization of nobles and merchants headquartered in the Gate of Sword Bay.

More than Charles remembers. He doesn't have a chip in his brain, so it's impossible to remember everything clearly.

After the annihilation of the fish-man tribe that went upstream, the trade routes were restored.

Charles, fingertip quicksands, and haunting dreams of retrieving their horses, followed the caravan butt and walked on the wide flat bridge across the galaxy while examining the trophies of the team's makeshift warehouse.

The Fish-Man Overseers contributed a blue belt.

"[Thorn of the Deep] +1

Type: Armor

Quality: Excellent blue

Effect: Wearer's Strength stat +2

Description: A belt of great strength made of deep sea cold iron by the Shahua Fish Terran. ”

This belt was naturally assigned to the wanderer. Quicksand on the fingertips of a bantam horse, with a belt in his hand, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This kind of expression is rare for her. It seems that the strength attribute of the belt is very appetizing to her.

The second piece of blue equipment is dropped by the mutant four-armed fish-man.

"[Piercing Glove] +1

Type: Armor

Quality: Excellent blue

Effect: 'Spell Penetration', 3/3 daily

NOTE: When activated, these Enchanted Gloves temporarily allow you to ignore your opponent's resistances for 10 points, dealing even more terrifying damage. ”

The best of the Faye.

Thinking of the three-ring spell [Magic Energy Rain] that could almost kill the elite monsters of the fishmen in seconds, coupled with this thing, Xia Er secretly shuddered.

The sorcerer was also pleased with the gloves, and put them on immediately. The slender palm, which was originally slightly pale, was covered with a layer of black silk gloves, and a crescent-shaped spar was embedded in the back of the hand, shining in the sun, and the appearance was very delicate.

The two elite monsters each dropped a blue suit, and then there were a few green materials and dozens of gold coins, which were divided equally among the three of them.

Finally, there are the drops of the two Sawa Fishman priests.

Charles is looking forward to it.

Pull down the temporary storage bar, and a whole row of items comes into view, full of blue, and Charles sees several blue outfits at first glance.

His heart trembled, and Charles quickly clicked on the first blue suit.

"[Holy Emblem・Deep Sea Silver Shell] +1

Type: Ritual Instrument

Quality: Excellent blue

Effect: Dark Magic Power +10%

Description: The magic weapon used by the demon acolyte, the shell is carved with a hideous shark, which is Sekola, the god of the Sawa fishman.

Wearing Requirements: Clergy, Evil Faction. ”

Two blue outfits in a row are such holy emblems.

Charles resisted the urge to scold, the Holy Emblem is the Holy Emblem, anyway, he needs to change the Holy Emblem, but what the hell is this camp asking for?

There could be no priest in Cormier who served evil, and these two emblems were scrap.

"Neighboring Sambia is a commercial country ruled by wealthy merchants, allowing evil gods to build temples in the city, there must be dark priests there, but I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey before it will pass."

The more Charles thought about it, the more pity became. The two Fish-Man Priests dropped a total of 4 blue outfits, and the Shell Emblem took up two, making it difficult for him to get his hands on the Priesthood equipment.

I took a light breath and calmed down. Without thinking too much, I clicked on the information of the two blue outfits in the back.

"[Aquatic Ring] +1

Type: Accessory

Quality: Excellent blue

Effects: Mild changes in aura, breathing in water, swimming, 1/1 daily.

Description: This aquamarine ring gives you the speed to swim and breathe underwater as if you were walking and breathing freely on land, lasting for half an hour after activation.

Wearing Requirements: None. ”

"[Deep Sea Frost Flails] +1

Type: Weapon

Quality: Excellent blue

Effects: Piercing +3, Impale +2, Charged +2

NOTE: A terrifying weapon forged from the Deep's Cold Iron, dealing additional Freezing Damage and paralyzing the target once it hits the target.

Wearing Requirements: Priest. ”

The two blue outfits that came out made Charles stunned.

"This ring ......" on horseback, the quicksand on the fingertips and the haunting dreams were also whispering.

'Breathe in Water' is a three-ring spell, but its effect is limited to allowing the recipient to breathe freely in the water, and does not have the swimming effect of the 'Aquatic Ring'.

This is equivalent to adding an additional "swimmer"-like specialty.

The Charr took the 'Deep Sea Frost Flails' directly. This is a military weapon for the Priest, which happens to replace the original green quality longsword.

This heavy shackle has undoubtedly improved his melee ability. Charles rode a bantam and held the flail in his right hand, and suddenly felt his right arm sink slightly.

The portion size is generous, about seven or eight pounds.

The flail didn't look good, it was rough and black, and the all-metal grip was strung with a black iron chain with a solid hammer full of spikes. The whole weapon exuded an aura of ferocity.

Charles found that his 12 strength stat value seemed to be a little useless for the heavy shackle.

Blue weapons, blue shields, and purple armor are all together temporarily.

Small pieces such as boots, belts, gloves, and gauntlets can only be made slowly. These equipment are almost all whiteboards, and it would be nice to be able to get a green outfit and replace it temporarily.

As for the trinkets, there is only one green 'Secondary Life Talisman', and the rest of the slots are empty. Trinkets have always been the most expensive in the game, and Charles estimates that this 'Aquatic Ring' can be used to exchange other players for a normal purple outfit.

"Roll?" After digesting it in his heart, Charles asked the two female companions.

The quicksand on his fingertips, haunted by dreams, did not respond, and silently rode a bantam.

"What do you mean?"

Charles's thoughts turned, and he realized that the two of them were afraid that they were embarrassed to rob him. Because it was he who used the 'flying technique' to catch up with the fish-man priest alone and complete the double kill.

I took the best blue suit that I could use, and I might feel very embarrassed to have quicksand and dreams at my fingertips.

Of course, this is just Charles's inference. It's better not to guess a woman's mind.

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(For the appearance of the Frost Flails, you can refer to the weapon of LOL Pig Girl's 'Winter Fury'.) Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for collections. Ask for everything, ahhhh ）