He was forced to wake up for a while in the burning pain in his chest as if it was on fire, but he had no strength to open his eyes. He could only barely feel the extraordinary softness of the mattress under his body, and he was puzzled with his brain that was about to burn.

Where am I...?

A man's low voice came from his ear: "Amy, come and see him, are you going to wake up? I saw his fingers move."

Who is that? Who is talking?

Then a pair of slightly cool hands touched him, and there seemed to be a scent in the air that made people too lazy to open their eyes.

Who is Emmy? Is she a new therapist in the Temple?

The sounds around him were sometimes far and sometimes near, and his consciousness was blurred and clear.

After a long time, he remembered in a daze: He was just on the battlefield, and his chest was penetrated by Satan's black scepter. He stuck the black scepter with his ribs and dragged the opponent into the forbidden magic array. The magic array was activated, and the demon's scream almost exploded his mind, and later...

Later, he remembered that while he was still awake, he looked back at the temple and found that the black mist on it had dissipated, and a ray of light was penetrating through the dark clouds and hitting the snow-white roof.

There was someone calling out his name at the top of his lungs not far away, but... they should have won?

Yes, they won and the war was over! This thought made his tense muscles relax instantly.

"He is still having a fever, and the purifying water should work. Maybe the wound is a little inflamed." Someone whispered beside him, and then something was placed on his forehead, which was cold and very comfortable. His consciousness finally returned to the darkness under his own relaxation.

So when he woke up again, it was almost dawn.

He found that the wound on his body had been carefully treated, and someone covered him with a quilt. The thickness and weight of the quilt were completely disproportionate. He curiously pinched the corners of the quilt with his fingers, believing that even the high-end silk from the East were not as light as this feather, and most importantly, it was still so warm.

He guessed that it was probably because someone had a thermal insulation array inside - obviously, this unknown hero who should have been buried in the soil didn't know what a down duvet was.

When he raised his hand, he was surprised to find something on the back of his hand. After a closer look, it turned out that a tube was pierced into his blood vessel. On the head of the bed, a bottle hung high above his head.

"Transparent substance without impurities? Crystal?" He opened his eyes wide and let out a homeless feeling. Then he immediately found that this exquisite thing was "injecting water" into his blood vessels, so he pulled out the thing that had penetrated his blood vessels without hesitation. "Who did this? Injecting water into the blood vessels, is he going to peel me?"

"Water" still emerged at the tip of the needle. He took a drop with his hand and licked it carefully with his tongue: "Hmm? It's purified water...and what else?"

It seemed that no one was going to make a fur coat. They were using purifying water to eliminate the damage from the black scepter on his body. The man relaxed slightly - the other party seemed to have no malice.

He turned his head and began to look at the environment he was in, and became even more surprised, because the room was so weird that something at the head of the bed emitted a soft halo.

"A mushroom!" he exclaimed, "a mushroom that will shine!"

"That's the desk lamp, are you crazy or taking drugs?" At this moment, the door opened, and a "girl" who looked a little weird came in. "She" was wearing a weird pajama, barefoot, but heavy makeup occupied "her"'s entire face, and her light blonde hair was a little frizzy.

"She" first yawned indifferently, then immediately noticed the needle he was holding in his hand and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing!"

The man blinked, looked at the needle on his hand, and then looked at the person at the door... Oh! "She" actually had an obvious Adam's apple! What kind of creature can have two things: Adam's apple and big breasts at the same time?!

Before he could make a judgment, the strange "lady" walked in quickly, put her hands on her hips and showed a hideous smile at him: "Handsome guy, are you dissatisfied with my medicine?"

As "her" approached, the man discovered another very bad thing - someone took off his clothes. Now he was naked, only a quilt that was not much heavier than a piece of paper, facing a guy in pajamas, who was not sure whether it was a man or a woman.

Although it was judged that the other party should have saved his life, his body still instinctively arched his spine: "You are..."

"If you don't want to burn into a fool who kisses everyone, handsome guy, it's better to obey the therapist in front of you who missed beauty sleep for you." The other party rolled up his cuffs in annoyedly, and a soft light flashed inside, and a leaf-shaped sign appeared in the empty place, "I guess you know this, the young hunter?"

It was the symbol of the temple healer. The man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know the healer. Is it new?

The therapist stretched out his palm and covered his forehead, and the man's muscles tensed instinctively again.

The therapist took his hand without any attention, cleaned up the blood on his hands, and changed the needle - this time the man did not resist ungratefully - the therapist neatly pierced the needle into his blood vessel: "The wound on your chest is caused by some kind of defu, with traces of curses, which is very difficult to heal. The bottle contains purification fluid and anti-inflammatory potion, just a little potion that penetrates your vein and will not do anything to you. Listen to baby, if you touch the needle, I will pierce you into a sieve."

He or she finished speaking without panting, and asked with a smile: "Another handsome guy - do you drink water?"

The man hesitated for two seconds and nodded silently.

The therapist took out a cup made of paper from under the table - the bare-skeleton on the bed was surprised again. There was actually a cup made of paper in the world!

He opened his eyes wide and watched the therapist walk up to a square box with the paper cup, put it on the groove, pressed a button, and the water inside flowed into the cup, automatically!

What is that? Is the owner of this house an alchemist?

Men have met many alchemists, some of which are well-known, but none of them will make these strange and incredible things without a trace of spells or elemental aura of magic circles.

The paper cup filled with clear water was stuffed under his nose, and his hands were very unrestrained into his quilt, surrounding his naked back, holding his shoulders, and lifting his upper body with great force.

The man had a cold war, and the other hand without needles grabbed the quilt that was covering his body desperately, and said in shock: "Hey! Madam, I'm not wearing clothes yet!"

"Obviously, I'm planning to take advantage of you, little beauty," The "woman" smiled and touched his exposed light/naked shoulders: "I can't tell, I'm pretty good at it, why can I hide? As long as you're good, mom won't hit your little butt - by the way, I like to call me 'Lady'. My name is Amy, Amy Berger, and I hate this name very much. If you don't want to anger me, please call me 'Amy'."

Before the man with high fever could do it with his brain that was about to burn, Amy, "Lady" pinched his chin without hesitation and poured water into his mouth without hesitation.

"Puff...cough cough cough cough..."

OK - he is a man full of weird power, weird and rude, but what's going on with that breast? Are there two big apples stuffed inside?

"Amy," the door was pushed open for the second time, and Gal Shawden pushed the door in, "How is he?"

Amy showed a strange smile on her face, and a terrifying light shining in her eyes: "It's very good, her body is flexible and her skin is smooth. There is material where she should have material, and there is skinny where she should have skinny, which is the best."

Galgan coughed, rolled her eyes, knowing that his dog could not spit out ivory, so he walked towards the man on the bed: "Hello, how do you feel?"

"...I'm still alive, I think." The man wiped away the water stains on the corner of his mouth in a mess and quickly glanced Gal from top to bottom. He felt that the blonde man had a subtle sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. "But I still have to say, thank you very much for your help."

Gal was also looking at the man on the bed. When he picked him up in the bushes yesterday, it was difficult for him to tell what the injury in the other party’s chest was caused. It was a very shocking curse, with powerful dark power, and even corroded his bones.

He had to contact the temple therapist Amy overnight. The two of them had to work hard for half a night before stabilizing the injury.

This man of unknown origin was wearing a torn linen robe, barely able to see his original whiteness. After wiping away the blood and dust, he actually had a head of surprisingly soft light brown hair and an extremely handsome face. His lips and skin were pale, and he looked like those foolish nobles in ancient time and space who were beautiful for malnutrition.

But the scars of all sizes on his body, as well as tight muscles that do not seem exaggerated but full of strength, indicate that his living environment is not so peaceful.

Even the old hunter who had fought with Di Fu for a lifetime did not have as many scars as he had on his body.

"My name is Gal Shawden, and I am the owner of this place. You fainted outside my house yesterday. Do you still remember?"

"..." Strictly speaking, I don't remember at all. The man was silent for two seconds and shook his head, "Lucky, John Smith."

Amy curled his lips loudly: "Aha, another brainless fan of Carlos Flaret."

"John Smith" is very common in terms of its surname and name. Since the famous hero in history once used it as a pseudonym, there are always countless young people in the temple who like to follow the trend... Ah, for example, this is the pseudonym of the famous photographer Mr. Gal Shawden.

The man who claimed to be John paused for a moment and turned his head to look at Emmy in a little disbelief: "What you just said was...Carlos Flaret?"

The man had dark green eyes, and the morning light cast a shadow on his unusually thick eyelashes and straight nose bridge on one side of his face. Amy couldn't hear what he said, and was defeated by the color on the spot. It seemed that he was about to pounce on this handsome guy of unknown origin to take some oil.

"You're a free hunter, are you?" Gal took over the conversation and added a little gravity to Amy's sexy big feet to fix him in place. "Is the injury on your body caused by Di Fu?"

Free Hunter? What's that?

John thought for a while and frowned: "You mean... a bounty hunter?"

"Ah, yes, you usually call yourself like this." Gal seemed to be a misunderstanding, and he said softly: "This is a very dangerous profession. Mr. Smith, a person who has no systematic training, is difficult to deal with all kinds of dyfu, even if he has the talent, I don't know why you have to do such a dangerous job, but you are still so young. If you want, when your injury heals, I can recommend you to the temple."

Danger? John blinked.

He thought that besides the orthodox hunters of the "Templars", there were many bounty hunters among the people. They took missions and were active in every corner of the mainland. There were many masters in the middle, and they were even more familiar to ordinary people than the noble "Templars".

Of course... the era when bounty hunters were active was only before the formation of barriers. In this era when Difu was no longer known, even the hunters of the temple were hidden among ordinary people, using an irrelevant profession to cover up their true identities, and the bounty hunters of the folk had basically disappeared.

Poor John didn't know that it was more than a thousand years later when he woke up.

"I'm going to leave for a while soon. A rookie just graduated from the temple and needs me to take him in. You have a good rest. If you have any questions, you can call Emmy - he is the best healer in the temple."

Amy threw a charming look at him: "Oh, you are my little beauty."

John: “…”

Hello, why haven’t this therapist who can harass patients been beaten out by the temple?

But soon, he had another more important question to worry about. Just as Gal got up and was about to say goodbye, the man on the bed suddenly shouted at him in a slightly hurried tone: "Wait a minute! Can anyone tell me how the war is going? Is the temple casualties counted? Who is cleaning up the remaining Difu?"

His words fell, and Emmy and Gal's expressions became weird at the same time.

John suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. Amy grabbed his slightly dry hair in a daze, and glanced at Gal: "What are he talking about?"
Chapter completed!