Chapter 415 Drinking Priest

Punching all the way to the flesh, they managed to get to the twelfth level. As expected, Phoenix and the others were still trying hard to brush against the stone shell monsters, running hard towards the sixth level.

I was very moved by their positive and courageous behavior, but I still had to pick up Taylor. The reason was simple. The old man was dozing off at the moment and was still standing.

God knows how he did it, but I don't have the ability.

Walking forward, I didn't bother Phoenix and the others from spawning monsters, but I winked at Gordo who was standing aside.

After Gordo gave me a thumbs up and conveyed his 'understanding', he took a few steps forward and began to seriously assist Phoenix and the others in spawning monsters, and his strong body just blocked my figure.

He came to Taylor's side, stretched out his hand, took out his index finger, took a look at his ribs, and then stabbed hard, hitting three inches below his ribs.

Taylor trembled, jumped up from the ground, and launched an attack similar to a magic missile.

Shall I wipe it?

This old man's reflex arc is too fast!

Fortunately, I am not a vegetarian either. I stretched out my left hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck hard on the glowing sphere.

Bo~

It was just a brief soft sound, but I felt that half of my arm was a little numb. This was the result of the hard steel gauntlet. If it was a direct hit, what level of strength did this old man have? Even magic No need for a stick, just waved it casually.

Just as he was thinking about it, Taylor landed on the ground, opened a pair of small eyes, glanced at me a few times, and then exhaled: "It turned out to be a bastard. Why didn't you say anything in advance? You scared me."

I rubbed my sore arms and sighed: "Old man, that's awesome. I can beat you to sleep while fighting monsters. How about you come with me if you have time?"

"Let's go." Taylor agreed immediately. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's boring anyway."

Before leaving with Taylor, I gave Gordo a thumbs up. Gordo nodded, and then, a seemingly transparent barrier with only slight fluctuations slowly dissipated without a trace.

Phoenix and the others were still working hard to kill this monster, not paying any attention to what was happening behind the team.

"Oh, Godot's barrier is very useful. As long as the sound is not loud, it can be weakened or even eliminated. Even though the distance is only a few meters, Phoenix and the others did not notice my arrival."

I praised Godot to myself.

Taylor said calmly: "It's not bad, it's pretty good."

"Hey, from what you say, you must be at the master level?"

Taylor shook his head: "This is not my area of ​​expertise."

"By the way, old man." I suddenly remembered my doubts just now and said, "You can actually cast magic without a magic wand?"

Taylor rolled his eyes and said, "Is this curious?"

"Of course," I said, "among the priests I have seen, you are the only one who casts magic without the help of a magic wand."

As I said that, I said mysteriously: "Are you the legendary mysterious master?"

Taylor made a sound and said in a very contemptuous tone: "What kind of mysterious master? I am just an ordinary bad old man. I have never even seen a priest who casts magic with his bare hands. I can only say that you are ignorant."

Well.

Looking at Taylor's disdainful expression, I began to question myself: Could it be that I am really ignorant and ignorant, and am I more strange than I am?

So, I decided to ask Gordo if he knew how to cast magic with his bare hands at night.

After leaving the dungeon, we did not go straight to the weapon shop. Instead, we went into a nearby restaurant and had a good meal. After we were full, we wandered towards the weapon shop.

Taylor drank two bottles of wine. He was smelling of alcohol and was swaying a little unsteadily when he walked.

I frowned and said, "Are you okay? Why don't you go back and take a nap first?"

Taylor shook his head: "It doesn't matter, bastard, you don't know how much I drink. This little drink is nothing."

Yes, you are nothing, but this trip is to save people's lives. If something goes wrong, I will be hated!

Thinking of this, I looked around and finally found a cold drink shop and bought a large cup of sour plum soup. In my previous life, it was said that this stuff could relieve hangovers.

He forcefully poured a large glass of ice-cold plum juice into Taylor's stomach. The old man shuddered, glared at me fiercely, and said angrily: "You bastard, you are trying to drink me to death. !”

"Come on, old man, can a cup of sour plum soup kill you? Don't be ridiculous. I just hope you can wake up and don't make the wrong move while saving someone's life."

Taylor slapped his head and said: "It turned out that I was going to save someone, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Huh?" I suddenly realized that I hadn't told Taylor about my return trip yet, so I apologized: "No wonder, no wonder, I was so anxious that I forgot about it."

"Let's go quickly, lives are at stake!"

Taylor changed from his usual behavior and hurriedly urged me to leave.

It is said that the profession of pastor is a vocation, and it seems true. Taylor, who has such a serious procrastination, can actually become resolute in saving people. It is not easy!

The journey that originally took more than ten minutes was completed in just over five minutes.

In the distance, old Patch was standing guard at the door, rubbing his hands anxiously, as if he was waiting outside the door for his wife who was giving birth to a child for him.

However, there was no surprise in that anxiety, but full of worry.

Seeing me coming, he trotted over from a distance and said as he ran, "Why does it take so long? Where is the doctor you found?"

I pursed my lips.

Old Patch looked Taylor up and down, sniffed again, suddenly his face changed, and said sternly: "Drinking, he actually drank, my niece is dying inside, and you found me someone who drank so much. Doctor? He smells like alcohol, how can he save my niece?"

Although what Old Patch said was unpleasant, there was some truth in what he said. After all, a doctor who drinks during working hours is indeed not a good doctor.

Furthermore, I can also understand the current situation he is in. An emergency can lead to chaos. His current state is simply a mess, and his mind cannot calm down at all. It is understandable that he said some extreme words.

Tyler gave me a hard look.

I explained to old Patch: "Don't get excited, calm down. Let me tell you, you really misunderstood him. This is the priest I specially invited to treat your niece's injury. He has a habit of drinking. If he doesn't drink and is satisfied, he won't be able to perform at his best. Only by letting him drink to his heart's content will he be able to bring his medical skills to a high level."

Seeing that Old Patch was always doubtful, I frowned, showed an angry expression, and said, "Why, don't you believe what I say?"