Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

When I opened the door and saw Chelsea bleeding from his right arm again, I thought... Maybe I should charge him some private consultation fees.

"The Earl of Chelsea—I think your family should equip you with a healing magician as an attendant."

Chelsea's expression was very indifferent. He raised his head and glanced at me, then slid against the door frame and fell to the ground, panting deeply.

……

I was taken aback, and quickly squatted down to help him into the room.

I carefully inspected the wound on his right arm, where it had turned black, and it was far from the usual wounds from falls or abrasions, and it seemed that he had been poisoned.

First, he washed the blood and the wound with medicine, and then gathered a light green element group in his hand, sticking to his wound.The light green element clusters quickly turned black. I crushed the element clusters and gathered them together again for treatment.

Going back and forth like this more than a dozen times, the light green element cluster did not turn black again, and the blood from the wound also turned bright red, but the gap was still ferocious.

After crushing a few turquoise elemental cores and forcing them into Chelsea's body, I bandaged his wound.

Seeing that I finished treating the wound, he stretched out his hand to grab my sleeve and said, "Can you...give me some more healing element cores?"

Healing element core?Didn't those element fragments be forced into his body just now?What is he going to do.Could it be...

I turned my head slightly, pretending to take a bandage, and at the same time glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.His lips were pale, but the corners of his lips were upturned in satisfaction, and a strange flush appeared on his cheeks.

Seeing him like this, I was shocked in my heart.

"Ahem..." He coughed twice, his face became a little stiff, as if he felt something, he pulled his hand back.

"Based on your current physical condition, you can only absorb up to three elemental cores." I took the thin blanket on the side and covered him, and said, "Too much absorption will be detrimental to the recovery of the wound."

As soon as the words were finished, I saw Chelsea's hands tremble, and then he fell backward as if he lost his strength. His eyes were slightly closed, his curly eyelashes were long and dense, and he looked very tired.

His wound was cut by the wind blade of a wind magician, and as for the poison...it was just ordinary poison.

I think he may have been attacked by a wind magician and a healing magician to become like this.

As for why he was attacked and who attacked him, I don't care, and I have no interest in asking.

Because... I found something more interesting.

He was injured many times before, I thought it was because of his poor sense of balance, or a natural tendency to be masochistic, but now it seems... Earl Chelsea, the leader of the Warblade mercenary group , seems to be addicted to healing magic.

The situation of addiction to healing magic is very similar to that of medicine. People with this disease will get pleasure from the repeated process of being injured → being healed by healing magic.

They are obsessed with the magical effects of healing magic, and some people even have the fantasy of "immortality".

Earl Chelsea should be able to control his needs in this area. If he hadn't come to me for treatment again and again, and today he was still thirsty for elemental cores due to poisoning and injuries, I might not have thought about it.

When I awoke at dawn the next day, Chelsea was gone, along with some of the common potions I had piled on the porch shelf, leaving only a bottle of Grenache and a dark note on the table. Red letterhead.

"Thank you. Next time we come, let's have a drink together."

The content of the letter is very concise, just like him.

The sunlight came in through the gap in the window, and my eyes hurt from the light, but at this moment, the wooden door was knocked again, and it was Benar's voice that came to my ears.

——"Colo, are you there?"

I walked over and pulled the door open, but suddenly my nose bumped into a cold hard object.

"Ah——sorry." Bernard quickly retracted his hand, and said with some embarrassment: "I... want to give you a surprise. Look, the Grenache wine you want to drink."

I rubbed my nose, looking at Bena's "It's over, screwed up" look on his face, I actually felt a little happy.

"Come in, you haven't been here for a while." I said as I led Bernard into the room.There was a look of surprise on his face when he saw the Grenache on the table.

"West Continent...is there any Grenache wine?" He said, "Or did you ask the merchant group to bring it for you?"

"Chelsea was here yesterday." I gestured to my arm: "He was injured here, I helped him treat it, and he left this bottle of wine when he left."

Bena nodded: "So that's how it is... If I knew that he brought it for you first, I would bring you something else."

I took one look at him, turned and came over from the stove with a dirty sack, and said, "Hey, Bernard, let's go hunting now and make poke beans tonight. I've got some The meat sauce you left behind from last time."

Bena was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his drooping mouth instantly raised: "Okay."

Bena's archery skills are very good. With his physique and ability, many things like this don't require fighting spirit.

It is also because of his excellent skill that after getting along with him for a long time, I realized that he is a fighter of thunder attribute.

...I really can't believe that his vindictive attribute is thunder.After all, in my long memory, the descriptions of fighters in books are "tyrannical", "willful", "dictatorship" and "self".

But Bernard is "generous", "moderate", "kind" and "loyal".

——At least, that's how it is in front of me.

After wandering in the woods for a whole day, we caught a lot of prey and brought back some herbs along the way, which can be regarded as a rewarding return.

The bokeh beans that were steaming on the pot exuded a fragrance. I sat aside and watched Bena neatly tidy up the ingredients, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed...

I am... let the guest prepare the food for me...

"That... Is there anything I can do to help?" I stood up, walked behind Bena, and looked at the food he was cooking.

"Want to help?" Bena put down the cream in his hand, and then handed me a small pumpkin: "Then peel and remove the seeds."

peeled?I nodded, picked up the knife from the table, walked aside and began to sharpen it slowly.

"By the way, last time you said you wanted to use the 'St. Louise Flower' to make potions, how is your research going now?" asked Bernard.

I cut the pumpkin along the texture of the pumpkin, and replied to him: "It has some effect, I... St. Louise flowers can be directly taken from the stamens to make potions when they are just picked, and the potions made from these stamens It can strengthen the body.”—Of course it is diluted hundreds of times.

"As you can see, the rabbits I keep here are very healthy."

"I didn't expect you could really use the 'St. Louise Flower' to make potions..."

……

After chatting with Bena for a while, things are almost ready, the table is full of delicious dishes, and the smell even attracts Alva next door.

He couldn't put down the rabbit meat that Benar made, and he ate so much that he didn't even have time to talk.

Bernard prefers the pumpkin cream soup. Although he knows that it is his craft, but... because I handle all the ingredients, I still have the audacity to think that the soup is so fragrant and rich. I must also have credit for it.

After the meal, Bernard and I planned to take out the precious Grenache wine for tasting. Who knew that the two bottles of Grenache wine looked exactly the same, so we couldn't tell the difference, so we had to pick a bottle at random.

I thought the three of us could have a big drink together.But because Alva couldn't bear the smell of wine, he hurried back to his room, and took away the plate of rabbit meat before leaving. This guy is really...