Netheril’s Brilliance

Wow, Di Qiduo, you sing really well, you are indeed the best bard in the small town of Nieran!

Di Qiduo, who had finished singing, walked with Bilan on the stone road in the town, and Bi Lan did not hesitate to praise Di Qiduo.

How can there be...it's just so-so.

Dicky shook his head repeatedly in flattery, and his face was flushed.

Pfft!

Seeing Diqiduo's panicked look, Bilan couldn't help laughing. She felt that staying with Diqiduo could forget all her troubles, the flesh and blood and screams in the White Tower, and forget those cold eyes. eye…………

Uh, um... Bilan, what about Master Mage, I heard that Master Mage is a very strict person?

Di Qiduo thought that Bilan was already an apprentice of the formal mage punk, and he asked Bilan with some concern, because the evaluation of this young mage by the people in the town was full of horror and weirdness.

It's...it's okay, but the White Tower is a bit gloomy, but Mr. Punk is still good.

Bi Lan forced a smile and said to Di Qiduo, although she thought that her mentor was an evil pervert, but Bi Lan did not want Di Qiduo to worry.

Seeing Bilan's pale face, Di Qiduo's heart trembled. He was about to inquire carefully, but Bilan immediately changed the subject.

Look over there, what happened to that kid?

Unlike Bi Lan who was talking about her experience in the White Tower, she quickly changed her focus to another point of attention before Di Qiduo's question came out.

Bilan saw an eight or nine-year-old child fall to the ground in an alley at the end of the street, hugging his knees and crying bitterly.

Of course the kind-hearted Bilan would not just sit idly by, she quickly trotted over to the child who was lying on the ground, Di Qiduo also temporarily forgot the heavy topic just now, and hurriedly followed Bilan to the child's side.

Little friend, are you okay, can you stand up, can you tell my sister?

Bi Lan knelt down and gently comforted the crying little boy.

How is this child injured?

Di Qido stood beside him a little at a loss. He saw the child crying in such pain, as if he had been seriously injured. Although Di Qido wanted to help him up, he was afraid of touching the child's wound.

Little friend, can I show my sister your legs?

Seeing the little boy crying heart-piercingly, Bi Lan felt distressed and at the same time felt strange, it seemed that the child just accidentally fell down, logically speaking, it was just a little bruised at most, how could he be crying in such pain?

Seeing the little boy's body twitching in pain, and not hearing what Bilan was saying, Di Qiduo had no choice but to carefully remove the little boy's hands tightly clenched on his lap...

hiss…………

When they saw the boy's leg injury, both of them gasped at the same time!

I saw that the little boy's legs were obviously distorted and misplaced, and the hematoma had made the lump on the knee as thick as the thigh. Di Qiduo could clearly see that the little boy was fractured.

But Bi Lan was even more surprised. According to her spiritual perception, the little boy's knee was clearly broken, but the other party obviously just accidentally fell down once. How could there be such a serious injury.

Well, what should I do, I have to find the child's family as soon as possible.

With trembling hands, Di Qiduo picked up the little boy who was already in a semi-conscious state, but he had no experience in such emergencies, and he didn't know what to do at all.

This is in the middle of the road. Quickly lift him to the side of the road. The child is fractured. The broken bone may have injured an artery. The internal bleeding must be stopped quickly, or he will go into shock.

Although Bi Lan was puzzled by the cause of the little boy's injury, she quickly realized that now was not the time to worry about these things. If the boy's legs were not treated in time, the little boy's legs would become disabled.

Okay, let's go to the alley over there. It will be troublesome to be entangled by that missionary from the Tishakhar Church at this time.

Di Qido pointed to an alley near the street and said.

kindness!

Thinking of the clingy craziness of those weird missionaries, Bilan nodded seriously, and the two of them ran into the alley together carefully carrying them.

Di Qiduo, you go to the child's family quickly, and I will give emergency treatment to the wound.

Putting the little boy on the ground gently, Bilan carefully inspected the little boy's wounds, and at the same time asked Dicky to look for the child's parents.

OK!

Without extra time to talk, Dicky looked at Bi Lan and the little boy worriedly, and then ran towards the exit of the alley.

Next...you need to stop the bleeding.

Bilan was also a little at a loss when facing the unconscious little boy on the ground. She saw that the boy's legs were already twisted under the effect of the hematoma, and she only felt that her head was blank.

Think about it, think about it, don't you know healing magic?

Bilan whispered to herself, forcing herself to calm down. She tried hard to recall the few parchments Punk handed her that recorded spells. One of them recorded an apprentice-level healing spell. Bilan knew that I remember that I have seriously practiced that spell......

Taking a few deep breaths, Bilan chanted a spell in a low voice, building a spell model in her soul...

Apprentice-level conjuration spell—stop bleeding: Constrict blood vessels to stop bleeding.

A small piece of yellowish light shone in Bilan's palm, and she carefully placed the palm on the little boy's hematomatous leg. The internal bleeding and swelling that continued to spread quickly stopped, and only then did Bilan wipe the sweat on her forehead. Sweat beads, a sigh of relief.

What are you doing, someone is injured now, I don't have time to listen to your preaching!

Just as Bilan breathed a sigh of relief for the little boy's escape, Diqido's angry voice suddenly came from the exit of the alley.

Shocked, Bilan got up quickly, only to see that the entrance of the alley was blocked by two or three missionaries in gray-red robes, who were holding a thick tome and dragging Dicky in a dull and silent way. Walking inside the alley, they completely ignored Di Qido's punches and kicks, even though they were hit in the abdomen, they didn't show any pain.

boom!

Oops...

Di Qiduo was thrown to the ground hard, and his white robe was immediately covered with dust. The hard ground made Dicky cry out in pain.

What are you guys doing, there's a kid here who's hurt and needs medical attention.

Seeing the unreasonableness of these missionaries, Bilan also stepped forward angrily, helped Di Qiduo who was grinning, and then loudly argued with reason to a missionary who was suspected to be the leader.

But these missionaries seemed to have not heard at all, and they still looked dull and silent, like lifelike puppets, staring at Bi Lan and Di Qiduo with lifeless eyes.

At this time, Bi Lan began to feel fear in her heart. Although she was an apprentice-level mage, she had never learned any offensive spells. In terms of combat power, she was stronger than ordinary people, and she was naive. You also couldn't do anything to these living people. Facing these weird missionaries, Bilan's pupils dilated, you took a step back and leaned into Diqido's arms.

What the hell are you guys trying to do.

Di Qido tried his best to stand up and looked up at the missionary who was taller than him. Although his legs were trembling with fear, he still kept Bilan behind him, and asked the dull missionary as angry as possible. Gentlemen.

It's just that these missionaries still didn't respond to Diqido's questioning, only the leading missionary tremblingly took out a small bottle of light green dirty liquid from the pocket of his robe with his dry claws...

Under the dim sunlight, the spider pattern engraved on the small bottle looms...

Thank you for your support, I still recommend it~ I really appreciate it