Before he was crowned king II

"What's the situation with these people?"

"I heard they withdrew from the frontline battlefield. It's terrible, isn't it? It's like crawling out of hell."

"How did this happen? Didn't we say that we won the battle easily? The orcs didn't even dare to fight back!"

"I don't know, but this appearance is obviously a fiasco."

"Don't look at it! Everyone is busy, two people are in charge of a tent, these poor soldiers are still waiting for you to help heal!" The officer leader on the side reprimanded him seriously.

Young master Tang sullenly said that he did not come to serve others,? He came here for military merit, but he didn’t plan to save lives, what’s more, if the family knew that the future patriarch would take care of lowly civilians, he might not even protect his inheritance rights. Can't stop.

"Barry,? You are with me." Tang raised his chin slightly, and ordered the accompanying guards.

The tall, dark man gave a low "hmm" and followed Tang silently.

"I'll find a place to catch up on sleep later, and you'll be in charge of those guys." It's eight o'clock in the morning, and Tang is yawning, with a face full of sleepiness.

He and Barry walked towards the standby point, and on the way they saw extremely busy figures in the military camp next door.

"Give me the calming potion bottle. By the way, there is also a water basin and a dry cloth." The black-haired young man half-kneeled on the ground, and pressed down on the patient who was struggling with pain, carefully observing the other's injury.

"Okay,? I'll go right away." The little nun in his group ran outside with her skirts in hand.

"Hmph,? You really can act." Tang glanced coldly, and walked away with his guard, Barry, without looking back.

"Can you hear me? Take a deep breath! Relax! I'll heal you in no time,? Be patient, trust me,? You'll be out of it soon."

Erics looked at the bleeding at the bandage, and tightly held the man's hand, loudly encouraging.

The man was stabbed with two bloody holes by the enemy, one on the abdomen and one on the thigh. After a simple bandage, he was finally carried back by two comrades on a stretcher.

I heard that men often yelled and convulsed inexplicably on the road. In order to prevent him from falling off the stretcher, his comrades could only tie him tightly with thick ropes.

When Erics saw the wounded man, his face was already pale and cold, with no blood left.

"Curry! Doctor, how is he doing?" Two bandaged men ran over nervously.

"It's very bad, my friend went to get the potion. Are you friends of Curry?" Alex looked up at the two of them, speaking quickly.

"Yes……"

"Great, please give me a hand, hold him down, don't move around, I can give him a "healing technique" first. said Alex.

Those two people hurriedly walked to both sides of the bed, one left and one right to control the trembling Curry.

Erics finally got a moment of relief from his hands. He put his hands above Curry's head and moved his lips.

After a few minutes, a very faint white light shone from the palm of Erics, Curry's twitching behavior gradually stopped, and finally he lay on the bed safely.

"Water, dry towels, and tranquilizers." At this time, the little nun also ran back panting.

"You help him re-bandage the wound." Erics said to the little nun, he helped the weak man up, opened the brown medicine bottle, and let the other party swallow it carefully.

"This, this... this... bug..." The little nun untied the cloth that had been soaked in blood for a long time, her little face immediately turned pale with fright.

"What's wrong?" Alex looked back, his light blue pupils shrank slightly.

Probably because it took too long, the wound on the man's thigh had rotted unsightly, bones could be seen faintly in the deep blood hole, and slender maggots were still rolling in the dead flesh around it.

The little cultivator looked stiff, she covered her mouth and couldn't help taking a step back, and there were retching sounds in her throat.

"Is this bandage tied all the time? Did you clean his wound in time!"

Erics had never seen such a terrible scene before, his throat rolled, and he forcibly suppressed his nausea.

"At night, we will untie it for him. He keeps crying that the wound is stuffy and painful, so we want to give him some air."

The two looked at each other and began to think back, "During the first dressing, there was cleaning, but then there was no time. Doctor, what happened to Curry?"

"His wound was not treated cleanly, so it started to rot." Erics found a clean lancet from the wooden box next to him, "Dean Dunbar once said that rotten flesh will attract Insects like the blowfly lay eggs, and these eggs hatch faster in a hot environment and become maggots."

"Then what should we do?" Everyone else was dumbfounded.

"This is actually not a bad thing, maggots eat carrion, so they should not harm human health.

Some doctors even advocate this debridement method.It's just that, to us average folks, it looks too gross. "

Erics leaned down. The conditions here were limited, and there were no tools like tweezers. He could only use a clean knife tip to carefully pick out the maggots in Curry's wound one by one.

"This should be no problem." Tying up the snow-white cloth, Erics wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "When he wakes up, remember to call me."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much!"

"I'll take a look at other places first." Alex looked at the little nun who was standing aside in a daze, "I'll take care of you here first."

"Okay..." the little nun said, squeezing her hands tightly.

Erics nodded slightly, then carried his small wooden box to another sickbed.

"This doctor is the best one I have ever seen, not only knows the sacred light magic, but also understands a lot of esoteric medical principles.

Most importantly, he saved Curry's life.Little nun, do you know the name of this doctor? asked one of Curry's comrades.

"His name is Alex." The little nun gently wiped the dirt off the patients with a damp cloth.

"Ayrex...Ayrex? Ayrex! My God of Light, he can't be that Ayrex? Cabed, is he a nobleman?"

"Alex Kabede?" The little nun was a little confused. She came from a remote country and didn't know anything about the city. "I know, he is indeed a nobleman."

"That's right, there is only one noble named Erics in the capital. Don't you know him? He is a magical genius full of stories..."

The little nun lowered her head to take care of the nearby patients, but her ears were focused on the rumors about Erics that the two chatted about.

She was secretly startled, and it was the first time she knew that there were such upright and excellent people in this world.

The Imperial Academy of Magic is the top academy in the entire empire, and Erics is actually the first among the favored ones.

Such a person is willing to take risks and take the initiative to join the frontline rescue... This.

Probably because of the warm-heartedness of the God of Light when he is alive.

The little nun thought that if one word was used to describe Alex's life experience, it would probably only be "legendary".

St. Viadu City, Imperial Academy of Magic.

The bustling crowd poured into an ancient and splendid building - "College Cathedral".

This is the traditional venue for the opening ceremony of the college. Last year, Sean also met the noble His Highness Mars and the child-like Professor Nick in the lecture hall here for the first time.

"Sorry, only freshmen can enter." When they reached the entrance of the hall, someone stopped them.

"He's my brother, can't he go in together?" Mo Mo frowned.

"Mo Mo..." Sean said with a slight smile, "I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay then..." Momo walked into the hall reluctantly, and did not forget to tell her when she turned her head, "Brother, you must wait for me! We made an appointment to attend the "Parents Tea Party" at noon together. "

"Hmm..." Sean replied, and when the boy entered the hall, the corners of his mouth turned into a straight line, and walked out of the "College Cathedral" expressionlessly against the flow of people forward.

The "Oracle Medal" shone with a faint luster, Sean raised his hand and touched the neckline, preparing to stay away from the crowd.

Unfortunately, someone bumped him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry." Apologizing voice came from beside him.

"It's okay..." Sean was stunned, and found that the golden jewelry had rolled to a pair of black leather boots.

"Ah, this is your thing. It fell on the ground." The person who bumped into him seemed to have noticed it too, and Sean bent down to pick up the "Oracle Medal".

"Really chic design."

"Can you please return it to me?" Sean raised his head and stared at the strange man opposite him. He was about to enter the rest of the way, but the man was wrapped in a large and heavy robe, which not only covered his hair, but also Even the body below the chin is completely covered.

"Of course, this is yours." The man's tone was very light, different from his dull appearance, he showed a very talkative personality.

"Thank you..." Sean's eyes drooped, and he approached the man, as if he had reached the ice cellar under the tavern, feeling a faint chill that didn't match the whole season.

"You're welcome, I'm also glad to see such a magical work. So, have you been relying on this little thing to deliver messages to other people?" The man grinned, looking excited.

感谢在2021-03-24?23:30:51-2021-03-25?23:35:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Ahao? 1;

16021023, watermelon Rui? 1;

Jiaqi, Fengsong 2m8? 20 bottles;

Delicious dried fish? 8 bottles;

Lin Siyi? 3 bottles;

Lingling 1999? 2 bottles;

Jiuming? 1 bottles;