Mage's Secret

The windows of the room were opened, and the curtains were blown uncontrollably by the cold north wind. Even though there were magic patterns engraved on the walls to keep warm, the temperature in the room was a bit low.

Murphy sat on the bed, lowered his head and wrapped the bandage round and round around his abdomen, and then tied it with a knot on his side.The replaced bandages were scattered around his feet, and the bandages were still stained with blood.

As soon as he closed his shirt, the door of the room was opened, and Traphael walked in.

The room still had the smell of medicine that hadn't been blown away by the wind, and a faint smell of blood.Traphael walked up to Murphy and threw the small package in his hand onto the bed.He cast a spell to burn the bloody bandage to ashes, and then cleaned the ashes away. Then he looked at the bandage on Murphy's body and asked, "Has the wound not healed yet?"

Murphy also lost his usual cynicism. He shook his head and said, "It's still the same, neither getting worse nor getting better."

It has been nearly two weeks since Murphy was injured. During these two weeks, Murphy's wound showed no sign of getting better. It still opened its mouth ferociously and kept oozing blood.This is not normal, Murphy's wound is not deep, and such an injury should have stopped bleeding and started to heal on an ordinary human, not to mention that the self-healing ability of demons is much stronger than that of humans.

When he was first injured, Murphy didn't take the injury seriously, and even felt that it was useless for Trafael to heal him, because based on his experience, this kind of minor injury can basically heal after a night's sleep .

But the facts proved that his judgment was wrong. Two days later, his feeling of weakness became less obvious, and his body's various skills gradually recovered, but the wound on his abdomen still did not heal.

He guessed that this might be the sequelae of the magic pattern on the paladin's weapon. He didn't know much about human spells, so he went to Traphael and told him about the situation.

Traphael carefully checked the wound for him, but he couldn't find any magical fluctuations other than the evil aura of the demon itself, so the possibility of magic additional damage was also ruled out.

This is the first time Traphael has encountered this situation, and it is inevitable that he is helpless—after all, it is not something related to magic, and it is beyond his ability.All he can do is to search for possible related books as much as possible, and then help Murphy find various healing medicines.

But the result was not ideal. Within two weeks, Murphy tried all the medicines that Traphael could find, including refined medicines and unprocessed medicines, but none of them worked.

"Could it be that human medicine is useless to me?" Murphy said, lying back on the bed, reaching out and grabbing the small package that Traphael had left beside him.After he got rid of the weak state, he was not so sensitive to pain, so he was no longer afraid of being involved in the wound, and his range of movements increased—at least it was a blessing among misfortunes.

Open the outermost gray cloth of the package, revealing a small brown wooden box half the size of a palm.There is no decorative pattern on the box, and the workmanship is also very rough. When the lid is opened, there is half a box of milky white viscous paste inside.Murphy smelled it, and it smelled sweet.

He knew that this was the ointment that Traphael had found.

Since the source of Murphy's injury could not be known to outsiders, Traphael could not go directly to the doctor to dispense the medicine, so he could only ask the traveling businessmen who had some contacts with him if there was any good healing medicine.These merchants never ask customers what they will use the goods for. He only cares about whether you have enough gold coins to buy his goods. Traphael often buys magic materials that cannot be collected nearby.

But since they're traveling all over the place, there's no good way to contact them directly other than to wait for them to knock on your door.If it's in stock it's fine, but if it's out of stock it'll have to wait until their next visit—and I don't know when it will be.

It would be great if there was a way to contact these merchants at any time. During this time, Traphael thought so more than once, not only to contact these merchants, but if there was any way to quickly deliver the letter to the recipient, yes Helping the devil find his brother would also help a lot.

An idea gradually formed in Traphael's mind, but he quickly put it aside temporarily. After all, the most important thing at present is to help Murphy find effective medicinal materials, rather than forgetting to sleep and eat to do research.

The medicines that Traphael bought from traveling merchants are also limited, and he currently needs a large number of different kinds of medicinal materials. After testing which one is effective for him on Murphy, he needs other purchase channels.

Another type of merchant who, like the traveling merchant, was as indifferent as to what the buyer would do with his goods, was the black market merchant.They will sell all kinds of weird and dangerous things, most of which are from shady sources.If it wasn't for Murphy, Traphael thought he might never have any dealings with black market dealers in his life.

This small box of ointment was bought from a black market dealer at a high price. It is said that dead people can regrow flesh if they smear it.Traphael has reservations about this claim, but it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

In fact, Traphael also has the same suspicion as Murphy. After all, demons and humans are two different species, and the composition of blood is also very likely to be different. Therefore, whether human medicines are effective for demons is anyone's guess. not sure.Especially when so many drugs have been tried, but none of them work, humans and demons are not optimistic.

Even though he didn't have any hope in his heart, Traphael said: "You can try this medicine first, I'm currently looking for a magic cure, but you have to know that only priests can do magic healing Things, and the priest's spellcasting method is very different from other spellcasters, so this is also a certain difficulty for me. If you don't feel particularly uncomfortable in your body, I hope you can come and find a cure with me, after all I I think you should and hope to recover as soon as possible."

Murphy closed the box, threw it aside casually, and snorted as a response. He didn't know whether he agreed with the mage's words or expressed his disdain.

What Traphael should say has already been said. Murphy's attitude has always been stubborn, and Traphael no longer cares about him.After all, Murphy has such a personality. If he had to be serious, Traphael must be very angry and exhausted in the end.Trafal also figured it out, it was meaningless to argue with him about these details, ignoring him was the best way to deal with it.Even if Murphy wanted to find fault on purpose, if Traphael did not respond, his one-man show would not continue.

"Remember to dispose of the bandages you replaced in time, and don't let others discover your injuries." The blood of the devil exudes an uncontrollable evil breath.

After saying this, Traphael opened the door of Murphy's room, and the other side of the door was connected to his study.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Murphy snorted again.He sat up suddenly, looked at the box brought by the mage for a while, and let out a sneer: "It's a waste of effort."

In his opinion, the medicines for human beings are similar, and after so many trials, he has long given up hope for the way of medicine.

But——he stood up and opened the drawer of the bedside table. There were many bottles, jars, and boxes of different shapes and materials neatly placed inside. These were all the medicines that Traphael helped him find.Murphy carefully put the wooden box in his hand into it—since the mage worked so hard to find it for him, he should use it a little as a way of doing the mage's face.

As for the idea of ​​gratitude to Traphael, Murphy firmly denied it - anyway, Traphael helped him to prevent himself from being exposed.After all, once Traphael is exposed, he will be completely ruined——Murphy said to himself.

Before going to bed that night, Murphy applied the ointment that Traphael brought to him on the wound, and when he got up the next day and took off the bandage, the effect was the same as the medicine used in the previous ten days, and the wound was still oozing blood .

He pinched the replaced bandage in his hand, without reciting the mantra, the bandage quickly withered and rotted like a plant, and finally fell to the ground and slowly disappeared until there was no trace left.

Although this situation was completely expected, it was impossible to say that Murphy was not disappointed at all.He had prepared for the worst, if the mage couldn't find a way to heal him, he would have to go back to the Demon Realm to heal his wounds.With his injuries, not only is it inconvenient to move, but the chance of being discovered will also be greatly increased.

I just don’t know if I really go back, when will I be able to come back next time, if the mage opens the channel to the demon world and summons other demons, the demon doesn’t want to cooperate with the mage like this, what if the mage’s identity is exposed...

Murphy shook his head vigorously, completely throwing out the little worry that had arisen about Traphael.He was just worried that after Traphael's identity was exposed, he would not be able to summon him again. The contract would be for nothing, and his brother would never be found. That must be the case—Murphy convinced himself.

At this moment, Traphael didn't know that Murphy was worrying about himself—even though the devil didn't admit it at all—he was reading an article about the difference between priests and other spellcasters' spell systems. The more he read, Traphael frowned. tighter.

Priests are a type of clergy who rely on their firm belief in the gods in exchange for the power bestowed by the gods. This is the source of mana for most clergymen who can cast spells.Ordinary spellcasters rely on the power of nature and rules.

This article, like any other cleric-related article Traphael has read, only raises this phenomenon without the final answer-how to use the priest's spell without believing in the gods, this is the question. It is one of the questions that the entire magic world cannot answer at present.

Theoretically speaking, this is not impossible. After all, the priests who are priests have the same spell effects as the wizards who use ordinary spellcasters. This means that spells of completely different systems can also achieve the same effect.

But no other spellcaster could cast the priest's healing technique.

And this is Traphael's biggest problem right now, that is, he is not a follower of the God of Light, so how should he use the priest's healing spells?

Are you going to try to believe in the God of Light?This idea came up, and Traphael almost laughed to himself, this is simply the most impossible way.

Traphael sighed, put this article aside, pulled out a piece of parchment, picked up a book on the theory of magic systems, and calculated based on his own guesses.