Chapter 8 I've been promoted after receiving divine enlightenment?
Someone asked him what to do next.
A group of people were waiting for his decision.
Gretel looked left and right, and finally understood a fact:
His status has changed.
He is a healer, a spell caster, and a person who has been inspired by the God of Nature. The status of a spell caster has always been higher than that of a warrior. Especially when the captain is seriously injured, it is natural for him to be the leader and decide the behavior of the team.
What?
He is still a teenager, inexperienced and doesn’t know anything?
What does the divine revelation of the God of Nature do? I can even pour something like wisdom into you!
Grete wanted to cry but had no tears. Not to mention that this "divine revelation" was fake and fake. He had just traveled through time and the memory of the original owner had not yet been integrated. I asked him whether he should advance or retreat next?
He doesn’t know either!
Gretel doubted his life in the expectant eyes of his teammates. The time traveler's soul asked three questions: Who am I, where am I, and what happened? So far, he has only solved the first one. As for the second and third questions, just now
After rescuing a person, can you give him some time to sort out his memory...
Facts have proved that he does not need to sort it out by himself. Brother Raymond has already asked hurriedly:
"Ordinarily we are a city guard, and we have to complete a patrol before we can go back. But the captain is injured, and something happened here -"
The dark arm waved outward. Grete looked around along the arm. The messy muddy ground, the splattered blood, and the traces of the previous battle were still vivid in his mind. He blurted out:
"What just happened?"
"you do not know?!"
Raymond was surprised. Grete secretly screamed, oops, and immediately covered his head:
"I, I have a headache..."
He didn't even need to pretend to have such a painful expression. With a little force, he pressed his fingers on the swelling on the back of his head, and his facial features immediately shrank together in pain. As he spoke, he squatted down:
"I just hit my head...I, I can't remember..."
Raymond rushed up to help him. Gretel crouched on the ground and huddled up, closing his eyes tightly. Memories flashed through his mind, making his head hurt more and more:
A group of them went out to patrol the city. After walking for a day and a half, they arrived at the farmhouse. Before they even got close, they found a mess outside the farmhouse, with two wild dogs tearing at something.
Captain Cullen led his men to drive away the wild dogs and went into the house to check. Almost immediately, there were sounds of fighting and screams in the house, and a moment later, a black figure rushed out of the door;
"Myself" stepped forward to try to stop him, but he was thrown away and hit something. His vision went dark...
"What...that thing that hurt the captain..."
Gretel asked intermittently despite his headache. Raymond wanted to help him up, but he pulled him twice but didn't move. He simply squatted next to him and answered in his ear:
"I didn't see clearly, that thing was too fast. I only knew it was a four-legged beast, black."
"Yeah……"
Gretel murmured. Several people around him were talking about it:
"That's right, it's really fierce. It's... my waist is so high!"
"Like a cat?"
"Stop joking, how can a cat be so big? Is that a leopard? A black panther?"
"Looks like a cat!"
"That's right... that thing... scratched my paw..."
Captain Cullen also made a weak sound. Gretel nodded, squatted on the ground and huddled up, thinking:
Maybe it really is a cat. Grete recalled the diagonal tear on Captain Cullen's abdomen and was secretly grateful. Cats are good. Compared with the wild dogs they drove away, at least they have a higher chance of getting rabies.
Smaller. There is no place to find rabies vaccine in this other world. If you are really infected, you can only leave it to fate.
And, since it is a wild animal, there is no need to hunt it down. The top priority is to find a place quickly and let the injured person rest well.
Where to go?
Grete looked around, tried his best to stand up, and walked towards the thatched house not far away to see how the healing conditions were inside. He pushed open the firewood door - it was really a firewood door, framed with four tree sticks.
Then tied a pile of firewood branches into a flat surface - bent down and lowered his head, stuck his head through the door and went in. He took a glance and exited immediately:
Damn it!
I shouldn't have expected anything from this kind of house!
Grete's facial features were wrinkled. The house was too short to enter straight through the door, so it didn't matter; the house was narrow, with an area of less than 20 square meters, and he was mentally prepared before entering; but in this shabby house, there was not even a bed.
Not one!
In the center of the room, there was a circular pit made of stones on the mud floor. Smoke was curling up from the pit, and the firewood that had just been boiled was still crackling. White smoke was rising up one after another, and fell on people's faces, immediately causing a burst of tears.
;
Under the dancing firelight, you can see several pitchforks placed against the wall on the left, and two bags piled in the corner. One is mostly deflated, and the other is still bulging. An earth platform has been built on the right, with a mess on it.
There are some sheepskins, linen and the like piled up, which may be where the owner sleeps.
Is this kind of ghost place used to recuperate from injuries?
I'm afraid it will get worse the longer I raise it!
Go, must go!
Gretel retracted out of the door, took a few breaths hard, and called to his comrades:
"Bring up the captain and let's go!"
"No! I can leave by myself!"
Captain Cullen wanted to struggle as soon as he heard this. Gretel rushed forward and held him down:
"Uncle Karen, lie down! Don't get up!"
"Bring that spear over here! Get a stick and make a stretcher, and we can carry people away!"
Everyone started working together. As a soldier, I still have some experience in how to make a stretcher. I donated the ready-made spears, cut a small tree from nearby, tied a few straw ropes in the middle, and lifted Captain Cullen onto it. Before
Cut leather armor and torn clothes were thrown over the body in a mess, picked up and left.
Gretel also tried to join the stretcher team. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was snatched away. The red-haired archer Taung bumped him away with his shoulder. He held a spear in one hand and a tree stick in the other. He turned his head and smiled at him:
"Little Grete, we'll carry the stretcher, just follow along!"
Gretel:……
I remembered! You were the one who knocked the original body down before, and the original body bumped into a tree, and I came across. If I hadn’t stood up quickly after the collision just now, I would have had to wear it again!
However, he could only swallow these complaints. The comrades around him laughed and expressed their approval of the archer's actions:
"That's right, little Gretel, don't do these heavy jobs!"
"You are a healer!"
"Tsk, tsk, in a few days, I will call you Master Gretel!"
The spearman Raymond patted his shoulder hard and took off his sword; the archer Taung and the spearman leaned forward to lift the stretcher; the shield warrior Vali snatched Grete's package smoothly.
Hang it on your shoulders;
By the time Gretel came to his senses, he was already walking in the middle of the team with empty hands and a relaxed body. He didn't have to work or take anything, he just had to stay calm and follow the team with the little priest.
Grete even suspected that if he sprained his foot or claimed that he could no longer walk, these soldiers could cut a few vines, tie them into a backpack, and carry him away...
By the way, is this how spell casters are treated?