Chapter 1448 A Priest, Not an Executioner

It would be great if all the angels in white in the Zephyr Continent were like the elf priest girls. They were kind-hearted and never complained, and they were hard-working and never gossiped.

Thinking again about the priest girls or priest men I met before, some of them did not forget to turn around and gossip to their colleagues behind them when they were using magic to treat the sick and wounded.

There are also people who cure patients while eating melon seeds. The speed of eating melon seeds is several times faster than the speed of releasing magic.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no foreign priests who are dedicated to their work, but compared with the elf priest girls, they pale in comparison.

I was leaning against the corner, wiping the sweat from my head, and secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, priest girls don't gossip. If I knew that the coma of hundreds of elf girls was caused by me, they would still have to hide away from me. of.

Speaking of which, the condition of these elf girls is not serious. They just suddenly smelled a smell hundreds of times worse than that of rotten flesh puppets.

According to the words of the person in charge here, they only need to rest for a long time before they wake up one after another.

To talk about the real tragedy, we have to mention the elves who fell into the trap.

At this moment, they are lying in the intensive care unit, receiving treatment from the top priests in Moonlight City.

When I asked about their situation, the person in charge told me: "Let's not talk about whether they will wake up or not. Whether they can save their lives is now a question."

Then, she sighed softly, looked at the elf rebel who continued to twitch unconsciously on the hospital bed with pity, and said: "We elves are quite delicate in terms of organ perception, especially in the two aspects of smell and hearing. They are extremely sensitive. , once you receive an injury beyond your ability to bear, you will immediately fall into a state of discomfort. If you continue to fall into that state for a long time, various adverse reactions will occur, including coma, unconscious convulsions, foaming at the mouth, incontinence of urine and feces, etc. wait."

"Sir Elder" At this time, a girl not far away walked over quickly: "The basin in bed No. 114 needs to be cleaned."

"Okay, I'll be here right away" I responded, nodded to the person in charge, and walked quickly towards bed No. 114.

Just as the person in charge said, the unconscious elven girls of the Rose Legion began to wake up one after another since a quarter of an hour in the afternoon.

After waking up, they first looked around in confusion. After seeing the busy Emily, they all jumped out of bed and said hello to the president. After that, they all saw me again, and each of them said with respect. Say hello to me.

Especially the leader of this operation, when he saw me coming back with a clean basin, he burst into tears.

I hurriedly asked her what was wrong, and the captain said with shame: "We were originally here to help annihilate the rebels, but we didn't expect to become a drag and implicate the elders. I'm really ashamed!"

I hurriedly offered words of comfort.

The captain wiped away his tears and said unwillingly: "There is just one thing that always bothers me, like a lump in my throat, no matter how unhappy I am."

"you say."

"I still can't understand why I suddenly fell into a coma when everything was fine." She frowned and recalled, "I just remember smelling a bad smell at that time."

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat forcefully, interrupted the captain's train of thought, and corrected her: "There are too many things in this world that you can't even think about clearly. If you keep caring about them so much, they will become Each burden will drag you down, tire you out, and even destroy your life!"

"For the honor of your family, and even more for the honor of being an elf, you have to give up these burdens, look far ahead, and move forward bravely toward new goals one after another." After that, he patted the girl's shoulder and said with a toothy smile. : "You can do it, I believe in you!"

The captain looked grateful and nodded excitedly.

Ah?

Suddenly, I felt like there was a cold air coming from behind me?

wrong!

Years of combat experience tell me that this is not a simple cold air, but murderous air!

Without waiting to turn around, I just felt a huge force coming from my butt. In an instant, the things I saw in front of me moved quickly. Oh, no, it should be said that I was moving at an extremely fast speed.

I could clearly feel that due to the huge impact on my buttocks, my left waist was protruding to one side, while my arms and legs were subconsciously swinging in the other direction. , well, the overall shape is a capital C.

There was a roar!

With a loud and messy sound, I broke out of the wall and fell heavily into another nursing room.

My whole body was sore, and I slowly got up from the ground. I found that my waist was not right, so I twisted it hard, and with a soft click, the bones of my waist finally returned to their original positions.

I stretched my arms, shook my legs, apologized to the frightened girls in the nursing room, and then went back to the nursing room where I was serving as if nothing was wrong.

I knew what had just happened without even thinking about it. The person who could push me seven or eight meters out in one go and still have the strength to knock me through a wall was definitely her—Emily.

As for the reason why she kicked me, I guess it was probably related to the fact that I put my hand lightly on the shoulder of the elite captain.

I glanced at Emily who was busy carrying things nearby, and her indifferent eyes and unwavering expression, and I couldn't help but thought to myself: She is really a jealous girl.

As dusk approached, the girls in the Rose Legion had all woken up, and their reactions were similar to those of the elite captains. But this time, I didn't dare to put my hand on any girl's shoulder - I was afraid of being beaten.

After finishing the final cleaning work, I had nothing to do and slipped into the nursing room of the unconscious rebel.

In the nursing room, a dozen serious-looking priests carefully looked at each patient's face over and over again, then opened their eyelids one by one, observed them carefully for a while, then picked up a pen and made a brief note.

Seeing me coming, one of the priests came over, bowed slightly and said, "Sir Elder, you are here."

"I'm here," I said, "How's the situation?"

"Not optimistic." The pastor said: "They have been greatly affected. Even if they wake up, it will take a long time for the damaged organs to recover. This is just a physical problem. I'm afraid this time After what they have experienced, they will fall into mental fear for a long time, and they may not even be able to get rid of this fear for the rest of their lives."

"Ignore the mental aspects for now," I asked him: "You are the top team of priests in Moonlight City. Can't you even heal these people's internal injuries quickly?"

"It's not impossible to heal them by force," the pastor said, "but doing so will directly affect their body's self-healing ability and even affect their lifespan. We are pastors, not executioners. This kind of thing will not happen." Do it.”