Soon everyone walked along the vine suspension bridge and wooden ramp to a gorgeous wooden house in Oren Town. There were many elves waiting anxiously at the door of the wooden house. One of the guards saw two more priests coming, Dasong.
Take a breath.
He immediately came over, bowed to the three Kongriders, and quickly walked into the wooden house with Glalenya and Alek. As he walked, he muttered: "Goddess of the Moon, two respected priests, you
It came just in time, the priests inside are almost exhausted."
Heras looked at this gorgeous wooden house, but no matter how gorgeous it was, it was just a wooden house. The top of the wooden house was inlaid with a moon-shaped wooden carving, which was roughly carved with a painting. I don’t know if there is any
The divine pattern of the effect marks the power of the Moon God. From this simple eternal night palace, we can see how high the level of the priest who presides over it is...
Cuimat, the presiding priest of the palace, was guarding the door with the guards in anticipation. He has lived for more than a hundred years. Even if he is considered to be middle-aged based on the lifespan of an ordinary elf, he is still only a second-level priest.
Moreover, he had never seen so many big figures in his life. Especially when he heard that General Uangdo would bring a Moon God Apostle, he was very excited. If he could talk to the tenth-level God's Favorite, how many people would he have?
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"Ms. Bethena, I need to see Mr. Ussuriga and collect his blood sample." Heras observed the wooden eternal night palace for a while, and then whispered to the female air rider.
said.
"Now?" Bethena asked expressionlessly.
"Well, the sooner the better." Heras shrugged indifferently. To be honest, he didn't really care about Usuliga's life. He didn't know that guy. He wanted to save the elf just for the sake of peace.
General Uangdo's good relationship with him will help him accumulate connections in the Elf Empire.
From this aspect, Heras is still a typical human being. Whether in the Federation universe or in this strange world, his basic thoughts and behavioral characteristics as a human being have not changed...
Bethena pondered for a while, nodded, and walked straight into the wooden house without saying anything. Heras followed closely after seeing this. The guards all knew this female air rider, so no one said anything.
stop.
The moonlight filled the wooden house, and a lot of shining blue moonlight floated in the hall of the simple palace, making the hall seem to be surrounded by blue gauze curtains that rippled like light smoke. In the prayer rooms around the hall, moonlight continued to flow from the air.
, it seems that there are priests inside who are praying sincerely and selflessly to restore their divine power.
There was a wooden bed in the middle of the hall, with two unconscious elves, a man and a woman, lying on it.
Alek was continuously releasing magical healing spells on the unconscious male elf, while Glenlenya was in charge of the unconscious female elf next to him. This once again showed the conservative ethos of the elf empire. Unless conditions did not allow it, the elves in the empire would always
I will try my best to avoid contact with strangers of the opposite sex.
However, every time the light of the healing magic flashes, it is almost completely wiped out by a thick layer of deep purple mist, leaving only a negligible therapeutic effect.
The cursed power of the Soul God appears as a deep purple mist, while the blessing power appears as a bright purple starburst.
Now unless there is a legendary God's Favorite or another high-level priest of the God of Souls to expel it, we can only wait for the thick, deep purple mist to disappear naturally.
However, the couple's physical condition seemed to be that they could not withstand the curse of magic and disappeared naturally. Their whole bodies were covered with blood-like ecchymoses and necrotic rashes, and their skin turned yellow as if their livers were damaged.
There are pustules visible, confusion and shortness of breath.
Heras stepped forward and took advantage of the break in Alek's treatment to preliminarily check Ussuriga's vital signs, basically confirming his idea.
"Septicemia... It seems that those formic acids do contain some highly pathogenic bacteria." Heras pondered in his heart.
Since people in this world are accustomed to relying on extraordinary powers, medicine is still very backward. People with extraordinary powers can basically rely on their own strength to resist bacterial infections to varying degrees, while ordinary people who do not have extraordinary powers will die.
No social institution will set up a special subject for the diseases and health conditions of these ordinary people.
Heras had previously thought about how to deal with the ability of forbidden powers such as 'Super Forbidden'. Without the help of extraordinary powers, he could only rely on physical fitness to fight against various diseases and disasters. But then he was studying
It was confirmed that his method of dealing with various bans is actually very simple, just commit suicide. After relying on the 'resurrection body' to be reborn, most of the bans will be lifted.
However, the poor elf couple in front of him obviously had no ability to resurrect, so Heras had to consider giving them antibiotics. Although he didn't know how effective they would be, it was always better than nothing.
He took out a glass bottle, squeezed a pustule in Ussuriga, and collected some pus and blood to prepare for a bacterial sensitivity test.
The people around had been watching the movements of this Emma mage in confusion. They didn't know why Bethena brought this guy here, but the female aerial rider didn't speak, and it was hard for them to interrupt.
After quickly completing the collection of pathogenic strains, Heras put the cap on the glass bottle and said calmly to Bethena: "Give me a laboratory."
"Let's use the mayor's, but he is only a second-level mage, and the equipment in the laboratory should be relatively simple." Bethena couldn't help showing a suspicious expression, but after thinking about it, she did not object.
"No problem, as long as there are basic alchemy facilities, I also carry a lot of key alchemy equipment." Heras is not picky. To be honest, even if there is no laboratory, he can temporarily set up one.
But time is urgent now, and he doesn't want to waste a single minute.
Bethena put away her skeptical expression after hearing this, and immediately took the lead and walked out. In fact, she didn't really believe that the Amarr in front of her could develop an effective treatment method in such a short period of time, but according to common sense, that human should
You should not ask for trouble. After all, this is the territory of the Elf Empire, and there are strong people guarding the town.
The mayor of Oren Town, Wiz, is looking at the documents piled up in the town's meeting hall with a sad face. The meeting hall is built on the top of the canopy of the giant tree in the middle, and is supported by a solid wooden frame that is integrated with the giant tree.
The wooden hall platform and even every chair in the conference hall are made of nature, integrated with the hall platform, and there are flowers on the chair backs and handles...
But Wiz obviously had no intention of admiring those beautiful and fragrant flowers. The old mage's old wrinkles drooped on his face, and his pointed ears hung weakly from both sides. In fact, he should have retired long ago, but no one really wanted to come.
He manages this border town, so his superiors have expressed some vague meaning to him more than once, and often said that the empire will always remember his political achievements and other unreasonable praises. In fact, they just hope that he will work in this position until death.
....
Old Wiz actually likes this peaceful town very much. He has long given up hope of being promoted to a third-level mage. The monotonous and peaceful life in Oren Town day after day is very suitable for retirement. However, the Wusuriga couple were temporarily resettled.
After arriving in town, this peace was broken, and he had to work a high workload every day to deal with these daily tasks that suddenly became onerous.
"I have to hire someone to take care of it." Wiz murmured and opened the documents, including the requisition of the Eternal Night Palace in the town, the recruitment of nearby priests, the temporary placement of the army in Oren Town, etc. More than once, he
I feel that processing these formal documents is really boring and formalistic, but I have to do it because it represents the fundamental order of a country.
Just as he was about to start a day of boring work, the door to the conference hall was suddenly pushed open. Wiz looked up and found that the female air rider came in with a strange human being.
When the old mayor saw this, he said a little displeasedly: "Knock on the door next time, Ms. Bethena."
He was a government employee, not in the same system as the military, and had no superior or subordinate relationship with the military. However, out of respect for the seventh-level high-level powerhouse, the old mage still stood up and saluted solemnly.
"Can I borrow your laboratory? Mr. Mayor." Bethena was a little stiff, but she still maintained a polite attitude and replied. Although she was not an elf noble, as a high-level aerial rider, she had never said anything to her.
A second-level low-level professional returned the favor, but government officials were of course different. This was why she always deliberately avoided seeing the old mayor.
Of course, the person Bethena saluted was not Lao Weitz, but out of respect and awe for the national power.
"Is it the laboratory that recruited me?" the old mayor asked noncommittally.
"No, it's just my personal request. This Amarr needs your laboratory to conduct experiments related to the treatment of the Ussuriga couple." Bethana returned expressionlessly, saying it was a request, but from her perspective
The tone of his voice did not seem to imply any request at all.
Wiz was used to the blunt attitude of these soldiers, and he didn't take it seriously. After nodding lightly, he looked at the pile of documents and said with a sad face: "It's better if it's not a recruitment, so that I don't have to deal with a bunch of more documents."
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Then he glanced at Heras, and then added: "Come with me, Amarrian, I am personally willing to lend you the laboratory for a period of time."