Chapter 417 Doctor

The lonely figure walked on the secluded road, and the figure's cane touched the ground again and again, arousing layers of echoes.

The green moonlight stirred up the shadows, and there seemed to be countless figures swaying in the darkness, as if there were hidden beasts ready to attack.

No one knew what the evening visitor intended.

The lizard man blew gently, and the invisible flame ignited the countless lives that floated in the wind.

Lynch expected it to walk right up to the camp so he could stretch his muscles.

This was not the case, it went straight to the hotel on the east side of the road.

The coachman Jackson sat in the corner next to the stairs of the tavern. From time to time, he rubbed the dirty wooden table that was still shiny with dirt with his palms still sticky with dirt. The tavern owner provided him with free drinks. This was the most satisfying thing for him. If It would be nice to have some more lettuce and white bread.

He joined this organization just to be able to sit in the inn with dignity. Unfortunately, few carriage drivers who deliver letters can save enough money to drink. If he hadn't joined the organization, he would just be like an ordinary coach driver. You can earn travel expenses for running errands for the people in the city.

Now he can even receive letters from nobles. In the past, this was monopolized by those "guilds".

Jackson didn't think they were very senior. They were just lucky enough to sign up for the tour in advance. The letters were originally insignificant, but they were artificially divided into several grades, as were the salaries.

Jackson didn't have to pay taxes to them since he joined the family. Even so, it was not easy for him to save the money to buy a farm.

He often thought about living in his own house like a distinguished person, hiring some farm workers, and cultivating his own fields. Every day he only needed to talk about business with the gentlemen in the city.

So far, this is still a wonderful delusion. The organization helped him buy the messenger carriage, so he can still only get a share, but it has only changed from one-tenth to one-half.

When Jackson was picking up the wine bowl, he couldn't help but jealously glance at the hotel owner sitting behind the table. After realizing that the other person was staring at him in a daze, Jackson's eyes moved away in fear like a deer. .

He cursed the hotel owner with shame and fear. This new idiot owned his own real estate. Jackson clearly had higher qualifications than him, but he was still running errands outside.

With a trace of bitterness, the coachman secretly prayed to the "Lord of Hope". This is the god that their organization believes in. Only members who can attend the gathering can know his name.

I really hope that Qianxi God, who controls destiny, will send down retribution to make the poor rich and the rich poor.

It's time for Jackson to have a taste of what it's like to be a gentleman.

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Odok watched drowsily, even if his upper eyelids were about to stick to his lower eyelids, he did not give up his sobriety.

There were a few people drinking, and he had to keep an eye on them to prevent anyone from stealing something.

Those stupid busboys don't know how to spy on customers.

When he noticed that the coachman who was delivering his message was licking the dirty tabletop with his tongue, Odok couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

It was just some drinks spilled on the table, why should it be so undignified?

Wouldn't it be nice to order another bowl of wine? Can't he afford the drink?

"Boom!"

The violent knocking on the door drove Odok out of his sleep into panic. He hurriedly picked up the gun and aimed it at the door while approaching.

Those stupid servants also picked up swords one after another. It seemed that they were somewhat effective.

"Who is that outside? I won't stay overnight tonight!"

It might have been a prank by the group of fools outside the hotel, and Odok was counting on luck.

Even if there were beastmen or ghosts attacking, the group of idiots outside should be harassed first.

The dull, snoring response of a corpse made Odok almost relent:

"Have mercy on me, kindhearted person. I am a doctor. I have saved countless people. For the sake of good deeds, please be kind! You will need me one day in the future."

The nervous group of people in the room swallowed their saliva, and anyone could tell that something was not normal about the people outside.

The bright green light shone in through the crack of the rapidly shaking door, and people were afraid to avoid the moonlight. Odok's intermittent thinking finally remembered the organization's commission.

He suppressed his uneasiness, faced the moonlight and hallucinations, and approached the door. Through the crack in the door, he glimpsed the traveler under the green moon.

It was a bloated figure completely covered by a black robe. At first glance, Odok saw the snake staff he was holding in his left hand, and the swollen hand that was holding the snake staff.

The hotel owner wanted to run back to the bar, pick up the wine the organization issued to him, and take a sip, but he just turned around and fell to the ground before he could take a step forward.

People stared at Odok in fear. Odok could vaguely feel the moisture sliding down his face. The next moment, the moisture had disappeared.

He saw that his hand that was still holding the handle of the gun was rotting abnormally, and soon a yellow and red liquid was exposed, and the white bones could be seen through the liquid.

But he felt no pain, and a slight cough echoed in the room. Odok was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was coughing.

The subtle magic fluctuation made Lynch stop in his tracks and continue to stay where he was and watch.

Jackson looked at the innkeeper who forced himself to stand up in shock and fear. The originally clear eyes of human beings had become as cloudy as sewage. Just when Jackson thought that the situation would turn to the worst, the innkeeper had reason again in his eyes.

Jackson is sure that the current innkeeper is no longer the same person as before. The stupid newcomer does not have a pair of rational and cold eyes. The eyes of a predator and the hunted are different.

The vague and dull tone outside the room suddenly became intense:

"The minions of Tzeentch!" The doctor thinks this is an ambush. It has fought dozens of waves of different people on the road. Everyone wants to get the "Medicinal Encyclopedia", but it has yet to be able to clarify to the outside world that it has entered the Plague Land. The key is not here.

Even losing to the Tirian Society was better than letting Tzeentch's puppet get the encyclopedia. The doctor suddenly increased his strength, and the inhuman brute force shattered the hardwood door.

It will take its toll! The doctor would rather die together than let the news spread by this Tzeentch demon, which would attract more besiegers and make its companions' hope of success even slimmer.

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Under Jakes' worried gaze, the already overwhelmed wooden door suddenly cracked, and a bloated figure holding a long staff blocked the exit, cutting off everyone's hope of escape.

Jackson coughed slightly, not just him, but everyone was coughing.

A voice sounded in the coachman's mind, and it ordered the coachman softly. The common man who lacked the ability to discern followed the guidance in his mind and walked straight to the bar and took out the exquisite wine bottle.