It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

A black cat seriously injured the strongest Roman knight in the team.

A flash of black light knocked down the entire audience.

Gretel's heart couldn't stop sinking. The newcomer is extremely powerful in combat. It can be said that it will not take much effort to kill them all. What's even more terrifying is the black light, black cat, skeleton soldiers, zombies, gargoyles...

It sounds like a painting style. What if the owner of this place really comes back and sees them smashing up the house, killing the skeleton soldiers, and demolishing the gargoyles who were looking after the house...

The consequences could not be more beautiful.

Grete squirmed as lightly as possible, trying to shrink into a corner and act like "I didn't do it and these things have nothing to do with me." Before I moved twice, I felt a cold feeling on my back, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down on my head. Gretel raised his eyes and looked around. The faces of the soldiers lying on the ground around him were filled with horror——

clatter.

clatter.

clatter.

Someone approaches from behind. The footsteps were a bit strange, like hard knocks on the ground, or like little claws scratching on the ground. Grete stiffened her back, lowered her head, and slowly turned her face to look out of the corner of her eye——

What caught his eye was a long black robe that almost touched the floor. The black robe was made of an unknown material. It was thick and drapey, and did not reflect light at all. All the light seemed to be sucked into the robe. If a fashion designer in the previous life saw such a piece of material, he would have wanted it at all costs.

Grete trembled and looked up again. The black robe was fluttering, and no outline of the human body could be seen. It looked like the person wearing the clothes was just a skeleton - and he was holding a long bone staff in his hand. Before seeing the face, the Roman knight rolling on the ground screamed:

"The Necromancer!—You are the Necromancer!"

The man in black robe paused. The long black robe fluttered and fell silently. The Roman knight screamed a few times, raised an arm and pointed at the black-robed mage, his arm trembling.

In Gretel's eyes, the knight's wrist was twisted unnaturally, and the shape of his fingers was also a bit strange - the thumb could not be straightened, maybe the extensor tendon was injured. Grete guessed silently, watching the Roman knight straighten his index finger tremblingly, and pointed it straight at the Necromancer's face:

"You, a foreign necromancer, dare to harm the priest of the spring goddess! Aren't you afraid of the temple's attack?"

"I'm so sorry. I just entered the city this afternoon and went to the mage tower in the city to report."

The Necromancer answered confidently. As he spoke, he took a step forward, and his black robe stirred violently, like the angry roaring waves when a storm came:

"It's you. Enter my mage tower and smash my gargoyles. If I hadn't come back early, even my laboratory would have been demolished - the temple? If the temple dares not to apologize and compensate, I will unite with the Magic Council tomorrow. Come and demolish the temple too!"

"Don't even think about it—"

The Roman knight roared. He propped himself up on the ground, and then again, but he couldn't get up no matter what. With a sudden move, he simply bowed his head on the ground and bumped into it like a prawn:

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

"Bang!"

A golden light flashed. The Roman knight was knocked out on the spot and smashed against the wall. The wall shook with a rumble, and the Lord Knight slid down softly, rolled twice, and made no movement again.

Da da da. The footsteps continued to move forward, and the necromancer pointed at the priest with his bone staff and sneered:

"how do you say?"

"I……"

Oh, hey, I'm running towards the priest. Every wrong has its owner, every debt has its owner. When you go out and turn left, you will find... the temple of the spring goddess. I'm just a little guy, and I was recruited for compulsory recruitment. I haven't even touched these skeletons and zombies. The Necromancer seems to be a reasonable person, so he probably won't settle a score with me, right?

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he felt safe again, he stretched his head and began to think about the Roman Knights again.

fracture.

He was probably unconscious, and considering the collision just now, he was probably concussed.

I don’t know if there was any internal bleeding.

If you can't get up from the ground, depending on where the cat is scratching, you may have ruptured tendons in your wrists and ankles.

The big cat scratched her so many times that the trauma was definitely infected, and she might have had tetanus. Since it is a domestic pet, let’s rule out rabies first…

Grete observed attentively, one by one, silently recording the cases in his mind. After recording, he turned his eyes away and looked in the direction of the Necromancer, what a guy!

Walking next to the Necromancer step by step, there is a brilliant golden light and thousands of auspicious auras, what a golden skeleton!

And it's still alive. There is no cartilage between the joints and no ligaments connecting them. But, I can move and walk!

Just now, I defeated Rayman Knight!

Gretel's eyes were bright, and his attention was immediately attracted. Skeleton! A skeleton that can move! The skeleton in their School of Life Sciences still cannot be moved. It has to be placed in a glass cabinet with a railing on the outside made of velvet rope. It must look like a teacher's treasure!

——There are some that can be touched, and they are all in the Liangshi Building (anatomy building), but they are all piece by piece. If there is no complete... full-body skeleton that can be touched, then there are only plastic products.

But this is true! real!

Compared to the skeleton soldier who was hammered into pieces before he could even see it clearly, this golden skeleton was much more delicate and dexterous. Grete looked carefully and saw that the bones were not made of metal. The fracture marks on the tibia of the left leg and the ridge groove on the pelvis were clearly visible. They looked like normal human bones, with a brilliant golden light coming from inside.

Want to take a closer look.

Want to touch.

Want to get started.

Gretel was so absorbed in watching that he even forgot about the threat of the Necromancer. Unknowingly, he had sat up from the ground and leaned forward, wishing he could lean up to observe.

How does this skeleton move?

There are no joints, no ligaments, the pieces are loose and still move!

The Necromancer drove away the Rayman Knight, and reached a compensation agreement with Priest Donald through half-blackmail and half-threat. When he turned around, he saw a young man sitting up among the soldiers lying on the ground. He raised his head and stared at the golden skeleton he was protecting, as if a man was about to crawl into the skeleton.

Necromancer: "...What are you looking at?"

"There's something wrong with this skeleton!"

Grete answered smoothly without looking back. After answering, he jumped in surprise, turned his head, and looked at the sound: Who was talking to me just now?

Nothing was seen.

No, it's not that I didn't see anything, I saw a pitch black... black cloth... a black robe... a thin face.

The necromancer was quite tall, especially in the eyes of Gretel, who was sitting on the ground and looking up, as if he had a pillar holding his head. Not only is he tall, but he is also thin. Wrapped in a black robe, he looks like a hemp pole.

Of course, when a person is so thin, his face is not much better, his cheeks are pressed tightly against his cheekbones, and his cheeks are sunken. It looked like it had just a few more layers of skin than the golden skeleton next to him.

Grete was slightly startled, but not too scared. For a necromancer, it's normal to be a little thinner. Even a skeleton with two points of phosphorus fire burning in its eyes would fit in with the image of a lich he remembered. The Necromancer, on the other hand, was impatient. He took a step forward and asked repeatedly:

"What's wrong with this skeleton?"

"The head and body are not the same person!"

"Not alone? How could you tell!"

Hey...I don't feel sleepy anymore if you ask this. Gretel pushed himself on the ground and stood up. When he stood up, he was a little shaken. The golden skeleton was considerate and reached out to give him a hand:

"The skull belongs to a man, and the pelvis belongs to a woman. These are obviously two different families!"

Thanks to @Yinhuaxi for the 300 starting coins

Today it is ranked 82nd on the new book list and 12th on the light novel list... Although it fell off the first page of the light novel, my collection is still growing well. Be happy!

Continue to ask for collections, recommendations, and investment... The investment is still far away from 100. I am a little nervous and rub my hands together.