Bernardo walked happily on the road back to the camp.
He couldn't help but feel unhappy. Originally, five days ago, his arm was scratched by a comrade during a battle training. At that time, everyone thought it was no big deal and bandaged it casually. Unexpectedly, the wound became red and swollen the next day.
A few days later, it became even more ulcerated - the whole arm was in burning pain.
After letting the military priest take a look, he judged that he was poisoned and suggested using water of life to treat it. However, the water of life he was allocated this month was used to treat his sister.
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Nowadays, the water of life is extremely scarce. Everyone is very nervous about the water of life, and they cherish it extremely. After all, if you are injured or your family is sick, you have to rely on these bottles of water of life that are distributed once a month——
This is a benefit for officers. Soldiers only have one bottle, and ordinary people don't have it. They need to buy it on the black market at exorbitant prices, and there may not be a supply.
It was still only the middle of the month, and it was still early before the next distribution of water of life. Under such circumstances, he was embarrassed to ask others to borrow it, and he placed his hope on the natural healing of his arm injury.
After hesitating like this for two days, the injury to his arm became more serious. The pain was gone, but the whole arm seemed to have lost consciousness. When he opened the bandage, he saw that the wound had even begun to enlarge.
The area is ulcerated.
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Okay, now, the priest frowned and looked at it, and said that he needed at least a few bottles of holy water of life, but how could he find a few bottles in a hurry? How could he afford to pay them back in the future? What if someone else just borrowed them and needed them?
After using it, where can I find a bottle to return to others? Should I go to the black market to buy it? That month's military pay will be wasted.
While he was running around anxiously, one of his squad leaders told him that the last time he went home to visit relatives, a member of his family was seriously ill, and there was no water of life. He had no money to buy it on the black market, but it was
I found a medical center that treated me.
With a dubious attitude, Bernardo stalked and fought with the captain. He rushed to the captain's barracks and opened his wounds - Sir, you can either lend me a bottle of water of life or let me go out.
Let's go try our luck.
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Although the atmosphere in the military camp was already extremely tense, and Bernardo's 3rd Squadron was on high alert because it happened to be bordering the Ranger Legion's defense area, the captain had no choice but to hold his nose and approve his leave.
Bernardo got up early in the morning and set off in a hurry. As soon as he arrived in the city, the crowds of people in front of a store called "Fanxing Medical Clinic" caught his attention.
Even before the doors open, there are so many people queuing up to see a doctor... I guess the craftsmanship of this medical clinic must be good? Bernardo thought so and joined the long queue in front of the door.
Then, after a series of rather bizarre and mysterious diagnoses, a miracle happened.
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Yesterday, I fell asleep for no reason and was tested. After using medicine once and going through a series of dizzying "surgery" processes. When I went to change the dressing today, I found that the wound was obviously improving: at least I had feeling in my arm.
, although there is still a dull pain, there is also a numb and itchy feeling - this is a sign that the wound is healing naturally!
Although it is not as effective as the Water of Life, it is still effective immediately!
But it only cost Bernardo a few silver coins - if he had no choice but to buy the water of life, then this number would probably be multiplied by one thousand or two thousand...
How could such a scene not make Bernardo feel happy?
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Maybe, next time your family members are sick or you have some minor injuries, you can ask them to come to the "Stars Medical Center" for treatment, and the saved water of life can be used for emergencies.
Bernardo thought silently.
That Master Kyle is very mysterious... so knowledgeable and has such wonderful medical skills. He is also approachable and easy to talk to - such a friend is really worth making.
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Hey...he is very attentive and gave me a bottle of Dieda Shenluo today. This has been a big help to me. It is common to have bruises and swelling during daily training. If this can be done like what he said, it will be swollen and painful with just a touch of it.
All gone, wouldn’t that be all sorts of joy?
No, Chinese proverb says that friends should keep in touch with each other. Next time when you go home, you should invite him to your house for a meal to express your gratitude.
Bernardo touched a small bottle in his arms that was given by Master Kyle and was said to be able to treat bruises, and thought happily.
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"Squadron Captain, you are back after changing your dressing. The squadron leader is looking for you."
Bernardo, who returned to the camp humming a tune, had just entered the camp gate and was stunned by the extremely tense and solemn atmosphere in the camp. Before he could ask anything, the sentry on duty at the door was already beaming with joy when he saw him and hurriedly asked
He reports.
"What's up?"
Bernardo frowned and looked at the sentry.
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"have no idea."
The sentry lowered his voice: "It seems that our two missing brothers were found last night, and then the highest level of martial law was started - the big shots came, even Commander Malfurion came, they were in the captain tree
There was a meeting in the house all night. I guess something big might have happened."
"But don't worry. You left the camp to seek medical treatment yesterday and the dressing change today was approved and reported by the team leader. The adults probably won't blame you. They may have called you to discuss or inquire.
What's the matter? After all, this section happens to be our squadron's defense zone."
He looked at Bernardo, who was always caring for his subordinates and was loved by nearly a thousand people in the squadron, and said in a low voice.
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Bernardo nodded in greeting, patted the soldier on the shoulder, and strode towards the camp.
"Captain, what do you want from me-"
Bernardo came to the tree house where the captain lived. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped.
Weird... Commander Malfurion hasn't left yet? There are so many adults... What happened?
"Dear Star Druid, Legion Commander Lord Malfurion, Captain of the Third Squadron of the Seventh Brigade of the First Druid Legion, Star Druid Bernardo pays tribute to you. Hello, everyone."
He was thinking in great confusion, but he also saluted solemnly and said.
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In the treehouse, more than a dozen generals of the Druid Legion who were gathering together and talking solemnly looked up at the door.
"Bernardo, are you back after changing the dressing? Is the injury better? Come and sit here quickly."
A middle-aged Druid, who was surrounded by everyone and looked full of vicissitudes of life and majesty, nodded slightly to Bernardo and whispered.
"Yes, sir, I was fortunate enough to meet a knowledgeable and miraculous doctor. After two treatments yesterday and today, the injury has completely stabilized. There is no need to change the dressing next time, just take good care of it according to the master's instructions.
"
Bernardo reported the report softly, and he sat down cautiously behind everyone.
"Oh? It seems that the medical skills passed down from the barbarians are still somewhat useful. I have to say that the barbarians are really a powerful race - even many of their skills are worthy of praise."
A druid general said in surprise.
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"Oc, now is not the time to discuss barbarians and medical skills. Please be quiet."
Malfurion looked at the general with dissatisfaction and said this.
Then, he looked at Bernardo again: "Do you know why we called you here?"
"My subordinates are confused about this."
Bernardo said with confusion on his face.
"Last night, the two missing druids from your seventh group were found. But they had turned into corpses... Also found with the corpses was a sharp arrow that seemed to have been accidentally left at the scene - that
The arrow obviously has traces of deliberate modifications that erased the logo and changed the image, but when we analyzed the original appearance of its arrow, we found that this arrow is very similar to the standard arrow of the Ranger Legion!"
"As the commander of the camp closest to the incident, what do you think about this? Is there anything unusual in the ranger camp opposite your defense area these days?"
Malfurion picked up a gleaming arrow on the table. He handed it to Bernardo and asked heavily.
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Bernardo was shocked.
"How can it be!"
He lost his voice and said in astonishment.
"This is indeed impossible, but it is already a fact."
The Druid general named Oak also spoke seriously. He came over and pointed at several marks on the arrow: "Look, there are obvious traces of re-processing in these places. If it is
The areas that were shaved off or ground away were restored - doesn't it look like the standard arrows of the Ranger Legion?"
He carefully pointed out several almost unnoticeable oddities on the arrow to the shocked Bernardo.
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Then he turned to Malfurion again: "Sir, my subordinates always believed that this must be the work of the Ranger Legion - they always thought that we killed their two missing soldiers. They attacked us several times.
After the camp failed, he finally began to take revenge with hatred."
"They have enough motivation to do this. Instead of having elite archers with at least a star level or above and their military armor-piercing arrows, who can compare one of our Arch Druid squad leaders with one of them?"
A druid soldier pierced his throat with two arrows, is the arrow fatal?"
"The arrowhead they picked up just a stone's throw away from the corpse has proved this matter with irrefutable proof!"
He said through gritted teeth.
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Malfurion's face trembled, and he seemed to be suppressing his anger.
"Bernardo, what do you think? Is there anything unusual in the past few days at the Ranger Corps camp? If they killed our brothers, then how do you think they did it without alerting you?"
"You know, the two brothers were killed while on field patrol. Although their bodies were hidden far away, according to the murder scene we finally confirmed later, the murder should have occurred just behind your camp.
It's on a routine patrol route, not far from the military camp, and can even be called very close to your military camp."
"Even if they were plotted, even if it was a fatal blow, there would still be some screams and screams? Later, they even moved the bodies of the two brothers. This may not be done quietly?"
He looked at the arrow with suspicion, and even looked at Bernardo who marked the incident point on the map on the table and asked. (To be continued...)