Jace applied ice to the bridge of his broken nose. Next to him was Arthur, who had fainted from excessive blood loss and was being treated by the brown-skinned elf.
Nighthawk was rare and did not hold a beer. He just stretched his arms and leaned against the wall, sitting on the bench opposite Jace.
"You can't lose at all." Nighthawk blew out white air from his nostrils, seemingly dissatisfied with Jace's underestimation of the enemy. Jace just looked at Arthur, recalling Arthur's inference in that last moment, and his own eyesight was due to the
He lost most of his glasses and lost most of them. In this case, he would not be able to notice the distance. Later, Arthur's leg-hook technique caused him to fall down due to a flaw in his defense, and then he struck mercilessly at the place where he was prone to fainting.
There is also the courage to grab the scalpel that stabbed him, that kind of determination, which is not like what a child who has never experienced anything can have. There is also room for growth and cultivation. This is what Nighthawk asked me to fight with him.
The reason? Jace glanced at Arthur who had styptic grass on his left hand for the last time, got up and walked to the door, stopped and said to Nighthawk:
"Forget it this time, let me fight you again next time."
"The day you can't control your perverted murderous intent, the day I won't fight you." Nighthawk refused firmly. Jess put the ice cubes in the trash can at the door, put on his white coat again, and didn't
He was too concerned about the blood on his face and walked out of the fighting gym. Nighthawk's words were completely unacceptable to him. In the boring treatment life, the only thing that could save him was pain and death, whether it was other people's or his.
His own. But obviously he can't die at this time, because he hasn't killed enough people. With a slightly sick smile, Jace is thinking that he might go to the front line to play. Orcs, I don't know how to cut them.
Like this. Whistling, Jess walked leisurely back to his clinic on Templer Street where no one dared to come near him.
When Arthur woke up this time, it was because of the pain in his palm. He sat up from the bench with a grin on his face. The brown-skinned elf was no longer there. Only the sleepy Nighthawk sat on the bench. Arthur
The noise caused the sleepy Nighthawk to be interrupted, and he quickly wiped his beak to prevent unnecessary drool from flowing out.
"You're awake, oh, is your hand okay? I used your bonus to get you some good stuff." Nighthawk sneered and pointed at Arthur's left hand. Only then did Arthur notice that his left hand was in pain.
, and the heartbreaking itching.
"Is this...?" Before Arthur could finish asking, Nighthawk grabbed the fingertips of Arthur's bandaged left hand and tore off all the bandages with one stroke. He grabbed Arthur's left hand and put it in front of Arthur's eyes. Originally
The palm of his left hand that had been stabbed open by a scalpel was covered with strange black lines that were spreading and twisting to replenish the lost flesh and blood. The wounds that the black lines passed through were healing rapidly.
"This thing is valuable. I've taken all your bonuses today. Let's consider it as the price for letting your left hand grow straight. If you want to ask what it is, just call it a healing potion. It was smuggled from goblins."
It’s a good thing, it’s a forbidden item.” Nighthawk finished talking a lot to himself, and was about to go out to the lounge when he suddenly stopped:
"Kid, did you know you have a very interesting characteristic?"
Arthur was still enduring the pain and itching of the new flesh on his palms, so he paid no attention to what Nighthawk was saying. Nighthawk was asking for trouble, but he wanted Arthur to know about it. After weighing the matter, Nighthawk had no choice but to continue:
"Although I don't know what you have experienced, your physical functions will increase in adversity. Originally, your strength was not enough to bring down the murderer. According to our werewolf clan, you have a fighting physique.
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"I...can I scold you, Mr. Nighthawk, if you can't see that I'm feeling very uncomfortable now, can you talk about it later?" Arthur wanted to stop Nighthawk at this moment. Suddenly, the door to the lounge opened.
Now, Kuchi exposed half of his body from the outside, and whispered something into the ear of the nighthawk at the door.
"Really? He actually came to me. How troublesome the matter is. It has been more than ten years ago." Nighthawk raised his eyebrows, touched the beard under his sharp mouth, and patted Kuqi on the shoulder.
No wonder you didn't know him. You were still young at that time, although he was not very old at that time. Hahahaha," he let out an exaggerated wolf howl twice. Nighthawk ignored Arthur and squeezed past Kuchi and walked out of the door.
Eleven years...? With a wink, Arthur caught the time mentioned by Nighthawk. Others might not be touched, but Old Ford had told Arthur that it was Heber eleven years ago.
When a family was destroyed. Is it a coincidence... Arthur was not given more time to think. After the last stab wound healed, Arthur completely recovered. His upper body was completely wet with sweat. He moved his left hand a little.
, Arthur found that in addition to being a little itchy, not to mention pain, there were no traces of injury. It is indeed a contraband, but why should this kind of thing be banned? It is not to allow the doctor to play a greater role.
Does it work?
There was a fighting match going on outside the lounge. After Arthur briefly dealt with the sweat on his body in the lounge, he opened the door and went out. The atmosphere was different from the afternoon match, with the lively crowd and fiercely fighting players.
This is the atmosphere that an underground fighting gym should have. Looking around, Arthur didn't find any sign of Nighthawk, so it probably had something to do with him.
It's better to go home first. Arthur put his pockets in his pockets and approached the iron door of the basement entrance. Suddenly, a familiar person appeared in Arthur's peripheral vision. A middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament was training with Nighthawk.
There was something chatting at the door of the room. No one around them paid attention to the two of them. Even the drinkers who usually chatted with Nighthawk did not notice the existence of Nighthawk. It was like being invisible in a psychological sense, psychology.
It is also a subject that has only become popular recently. Arthur has read a few basic books and has a rough understanding of it.
Arthur's too obvious gaze attracted Nighthawk's attention, but his first reaction was surprise. Then Nighthawk told the scholar next to him about this little abnormality, and the scholar also cast his gaze towards Arthur. As soon as they came into contact with each other, Asia
Se and the scholar were stunned at the same time.
Arthur knows this scholar, and has known him for a long time, Parrish Ellandon, the water wizard who took away the dwarf Hobic four years ago. Parrish did not expect to meet Arthur here, four
The night before last, the two of them had a simple interaction in the circle of arbitration, but Parrish was more surprised by another thing. Nighthawk glanced at Parrish and saw that he didn't have much reaction, knowing that Ya
Arthur should not be his enemy, so he waved to Arthur to come over.
When Arthur got within a certain range, he heard a grunt in his ear, and then he never heard the cheers from the drunken audience again.
What is this feeling? Arthur can feel that he is in a special environment, but he can't say what it is specifically. This feeling is very bad, and is called psychological suffocation in the book.
Parrish coughed slightly, attracting Arthur, "We meet again, Mr. Gentleman."
"What is this?" Arthur curiously felt the environment with his hands. No matter where he touched his finger, he could see a circle of ripples spreading.
"Why don't you come and say hello first? It's really heartless. Aren't you two acquaintances?" Nighthawk pouted, mourning for the friendship of mankind.
Parrish had no intention of replying to Nighthawk's wisecracks. He stretched out his index finger into the void, and the ripples that were shaking due to Arthur's touch spread completely, forming half a water ball. He used this phenomenon to answer Arthur:
"I call this the Mirror World. It is an ability that I have just mastered. It is the ability of the water wizard."