Chapter 649 (1/2)
”Really... Don't drink if you can't drink.”
With some helpless tone, the tired little wizard was busy in the room filled with bottles and parchment scrolls. Looking at the stains on her robe, I'm afraid it hasn't been changed for a week or two.
”Don't they all say that drinking can make the wound better faster?” they laughed mockingly. The black haired wizard collapsed on the chair, and his joints hurt so much that he twitched at the corners of his mouth: ”and sometimes he doesn't drink if he can't drink... It's a matter of... Dignity... Ah --!”
”Tough fool...” shook his head. The little wizard sighed helplessly: ”don't move. Just lie there. I'll look for something that can stop the pain temporarily.”
”Even if you let me move, I will... Hiss... Ah --”
”Be quiet, big fool!”
With a reprimand, Ayn, who lowered her head and turned the book, couldn't help laughing, and the bloody corners of her eyes showed a trace of joy that couldn't be hidden.
This big fool who makes people worry about him... Finally woke up and finally worried about him for so long.
The parchment scroll in his hand kept turning. It was reflected in the sapphire like blue pupil, but it was still what he looked like when he found him in the ruins of the cathedral.
The whole body was scorched up and down, the hair, cheeks, arms and every exposed place were wrapped by some substance mixed with solidified blood and ashes, the armor on the body was broken, like a torn doll, the eyes turned white, the green tendons of the neck, forehead and temples were exposed, and the limbs and trunk were in severe spasms
From beginning to end, almost no place is intact.
Green fingers stopped at the foot of the book. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the guy lying on the chair in a leisurely daze and humming strange songs.
They are prey, we are hunters... My sun... The world needs more heroes... I haven't heard of them anyway.
Leave as if nothing had happened, come back with scars, and get up again with an indifferent face... Repeat the process again and again; AI Yin can't remember how many times she saw such a scene.
It all started from vimpal, no... from the wild dog village, from the little servant who was caught by the robbers and was bold enough to pull himself out of the robbers' claws and fight back.
Glancing over the label of the analgesic solution, he skillfully opened the medicine bottle and poured it into the flask; After a few minutes, the blue liquid began to boil.
”Well... Can you add some honey? I want to eat sweet. I'm a patient now.” a shameless voice floated over: ”patient, I need care.”
”Don't be wordy. If you don't like drinking, continue to bear it!”
Although her mouth was unforgiving, AI Yin hesitated for a while and poured some honey pollen into it -- these are the farewell gifts given to her by the elf elders of the ancient wood forest. If she uses a little, it will be less.
”Now that it's all sweetened, can I have another bowl of milk oatmeal porridge and carbon baked hard bread? Butter and jam are divided, and I want dessert...”
”Shut up!”
You shouldn't be considerate of this bastard who always makes people worry about him in vain!
”Hmm...” the medicine bottle just taken from the crucible made Ayn press it directly on his mouth, and the frightened black haired wizard almost vomited out with the bottle; Before he vomited out, a pair of soft Yi roughly pressed his head and lifted it up.
The hot potion flows into the body along the throat and begins to work before the dark haired wizard is completely roasted. The sharp pain all over the body recedes like a tide. The body even feels lighter than when I just woke up. The effect is amazing.
”The name of this medicine is...”
”Oh, what's your name?” she was stunned. A bad smile suddenly appeared on Ayn's face and shook the reagent bottle in her hand:
”This is my new work, powerful hallucinogen.”
”Ecstasy, hallucinogen?”
”Yes, it can relieve pain, so it can also be regarded as a kind of anesthetic. It can make people produce quite strong hallucinations and anesthetize the brain.” the little wizard sighed deliberately: ”because they have a certain addiction and will have a splitting headache when used up, the Wizards of the association are very distressed. They don't want to sell these to the nobles of red blood castle.”