Quickly wear something to save you

Looking at this scene, Han Mingxiu frowned, thinking that he should come out, to save the protagonist when he was frustrated, and to let him remember his kindness was the purpose of his trip.

"Enough punishment, let's let it go." Han Mingxiu's voice was not loud, but it could be carried into everyone's ears by the wind. The nobleman was startled, looked up and looked around, and saw Han Mingxiu's voice At that time, the evil spirit on his face was put away, and he seemed to be a little unbelieving for a moment. He carefully looked at the badge on Han Mingxiu's chest and the ring on the fingers clasped on his stomach, "Sacrificial Pagoda..."

The nobles in this world all have family medals and status rings of those in power.The pattern of the sacrificial tower is particularly special. There is a sun in the middle of the extremely complicated six-pointed star. The lines of the sun are beautiful and wavy. It reflects the sanctity of the sacrificial tower's status.

The Naya man's eyes returned to Han Mingxiu's chest again, looking at the leaked strand of white hair, he seemed to have reacted suddenly, his expression changed, he stood up straight, retracted his whip in one go, and bowed to Han Mingxiu, and his tone was unremarkable. There is a little bit of arrogance and domineering before.Looking at this demihuman at this moment, he is humble and obedient, like a well-behaved junior saluting to an elder. This is the power class, and even the nobles will try their best to maintain and abide by it.

Han Mingxiu was speechless, he couldn't do the task of punishing the bully to earn the favor of the protagonist, he raised his hand helplessly and waved, the Naya people immediately reacted, waved to their guards, and retreated extremely quickly.Some of the surrounding people didn't even react, some looked at each other in blank dismay, only a few discerning people saw the Asians bowing in Han Mingxiu's direction, their gazes changed a little, and even vague guesses made them spontaneously guide the people around them. The crowd leaves.

The sacrificial pagoda is extremely far away from the general public or the tribes outside, just like the white snow on the top of a mountain, it can only be admired.The appearance of the High Priest in everyone's minds is still based on the descriptions that have been passed down, let alone the medals that only high-ranking nobles have seen.

The two orcs who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up after being beaten for a long time were even more unclear. They didn't raise their heads in doubt until the crowd around them dispersed. A man wearing a cloak, looks not like an orc. Although he is a little angry towards the Asians, Toru is still grateful for the person who seems to have saved him. He stood up with difficulty and bowed to Han Mingxiu: "Yes You saved me?"

Han Mingxiu nodded and didn't say much, sometimes thinking is better than all words.Sure enough, Trudeau said gratefully to Han Mingxiu: "I am Trud the orc, you saved us, please come and sit with me to express your gratitude." This is to invite him to dinner.Han Mingxiu lowered the brim of his hat, and Tohru was a little confused. Seeing that he either shook his head or agreed, he hurriedly joined his companions on the ground and walked to his temporary residence outside the city.

Only an orc like Toru who doesn't understand etiquette would invite a noble demi-human to his home like this. You must know that in this world, orcs and demi-human nobles have very different status. Even the servants despise him, and he is not qualified to make such an invitation. However, Han Mingxiu originally intended to contact him, and the ignorance of Tru and his partner Sares made things logical.

Han Mingxiu walked for nearly half an hour before arriving at a small village about two kilometers away from the castle. It was a transfer station for homeless traders. I rented a temporary house to live in.

Two rooms and one courtyard, the structure is monotonous and the building materials are simple, a mixture of stone and mud. Han Mingxiu seemed extremely out of place when he approached such a simple house.

Tru put Sares down on the bed, worried when he saw Sares faint, and subconsciously said: "That damned nobleman, why didn't you sell him the gem dagger at a low price, so... I've hurt my brother... I don't know where there is treatment..."

Their orc healers are very scarce. Originally, the technology of this world is controlled by noble demihumans, and medicine is also in the hands of the orc tribe. Those who live in the orc tribe are all low-level folk recipes. Those who can heal are just more experienced. Apply some grass juice, unlike nobles who have already prepared potions with excellent effects.

Thinking of this, Tru was even more indignant towards the nobles, and blamed himself for his partner lying on the bed.Only then did Han Mingxiu say, "I can heal." His attributes are wind and wood, and wood is the main attribute of vitality, which can speed up the healing of wounds, so it is not wrong to say that he can heal.

"?! Really!!! That's great!!" Tohru was overwhelmed with surprise, got up and let Han Mingxiu sit on the side of the bed, once again ignoring how inappropriate his behavior was with his thick nerves and lack of hierarchical consciousness identity.It's also thanks to his ignorance, otherwise, in the eyes of ordinary orcs, a nobleman who condescends and even doesn't mind using low-level orc items would have expressed suspicion and vigilance long ago.

Trudeau, who has not experienced many frictions with the power class, has a simple mind. If it is an enemy, he will fight, and if it is a benefactor, he will find a way to repay it.

Han Mingxiu walked to the bed and looked down at the man lying on the bed with closed eyes. His eyes skipped over his high eyebrows and nose bridge, his knife-sharpened contours, his eyes froze, and the palm that was supposed to be placed on top of him It naturally touched his forehead, and the intrusion of mental power was only a blink of an eye, and no one noticed his redundant movements.

It was only for a moment, and with a flash in his eyes, he turned his head and told Trudeau to go out and wait. The confused Trudeau only thought it was necessary for treatment, so he went out anxiously and closed the door behind him.

When he came back to his senses, he stroked the man's body with one hand from top to bottom. Wherever the palm touched, the wind blade smashed all the clothes, completely revealing his bronze-colored masculine body. There were large bruises on his abdomen and left ribs.Behind him is the whip whipped by the noble demihuman. When he fainted, the whip must have some kind of supernatural attribute. From the palm of Han Mingxiu, a turquoise light slowly enveloped the man's body, like a fluorescent agent covering the man's body inch by inch. skin.

The wound healed quickly under the cover of turquoise light, and the man was also awakened by the strangeness of his body at this moment. Since the burning pain with electric current came from his body a moment ago, now he was cold but extremely comfortable. The man's eyes were confused when he first woke up. After a while, he gradually became sober, and Han Mingxiu could just see most of his face clearly from the angle where he was lying down.

This delicate face stunned Sareth, "The High Priest..."