Blood of Mercury

"St. Lexie Hospital..."

The wizard stationed in Iron Curtain City flipped through the document in his hand with a suspicious look on his face.

He flipped the document to a certain page, pointed to a place on it, and slowly asked the old man in front of him, "It says that you only have twenty-three doctors. Why do you have five doctors? Ten people?"

"Lord, take a closer look, there are twenty-three official doctors written on it, and the young people behind me are the new apprentices of the hospital."

The spirited old man wiped his red nose and replied in an orderly manner: "Look, my lord, it is also mentioned in the document - it is this sentence that 'qualified official healers and their apprentices have the right to appear in the case involving* * In any territory of any country or any power other than the private domain of *, and 'No one except the nobles has the right to imprison, interrogate, and repeatedly interrogate the healer, a series of things that may aggravate the injured and cause death of the rescued 'behaviour' This sentence..."

Because he wanted to point out the details on the document, the old man came up and got closer to the stationed wizard.

Immediately, the stench that can't be washed off from eating meat all the year round came out.

The stationed wizard frowned, and he didn't even bother to look down at the document, he just shrank his neck back unconsciously.

As if seeing his movements, several doctors in their twenties and thirties took a step forward in anger. But almost at the same time, he was dragged back by the people around him.

Seeing this scene, the suspicion in his eyes became even stronger.

In theory, there is nothing wrong with their files. But the biggest problem is here.

Their preparation is so perfect. It was as if these people had anticipated that he would carry out heavy cross-examination.

He keenly felt a strong unease.

After all, the situation in the Baita is so serious now that he cannot afford to be inattentive.

Yesterday evening, a huge explosion came from the south. The pure white flames covered the entire sky, and even though he was so far away from the incident, he still felt the holy power in the wind.

It is conceivable that the pure white holy fire that burned for a long time and then gradually extinguished was causing terrifying damage. Although he didn't see the scene of the explosion with his own eyes, he could roughly guess what kind of terrifying **** on earth had become there.

You know, his girlfriend, who hasn't graduated from a trainee wizard, lives not far from the explosion.

Was she at home then? Are you out of school? Did you go out with friends? If you go. How is she doing now? If she didn't go, how was she injured in that explosion? Or...

He didn't even dare to think about it. If he could, he didn't want to stay here for even a second, and now he would rush to her side immediately.

--but. no.

The more turbulent it is, the more important the White Pagoda Three Fortresses become, and there must be no accidents.

This is for the sake of everyone in the White Tower.

He cannot abandon his obligations.

Never leave your post without permission, never let your guard down—

Not because he was suspicious. Since this morning, three waves of people from hospitals across the country have submitted applications to him. Hope to get past him. The number of people who came to St. Lexie's Hospital was relatively small.

Because they were under the banner of being invited to treat those injured in yesterday's explosion, and the various documents were really flawless, he repeatedly checked them and had to let them go.

but. He stubbornly believed that there must be something wrong with these people.

Because it's too fast.

Hospitals - different from the concept of civilians, he knows that the people who come out from there are not docile sheep who can only heal wounds.

Healing institutions are areas directly governed by the gods.

A hospital is a legal institution only if there is at least one official chaplain. In addition, all healers must have faith, and they must formally believe in a certain righteous god.

Although compared to the temple, the relationship between these hospitals and the White Pagoda is not bad. But something happened last night, and almost all of them were dispatched this morning - those guys in black trench coats wouldn't be so kind.

Wizards are always bad at healing. Although they can develop various dressing techniques and advanced medical supplies. But that doesn't mean that the enchantment wizard whose knowledge is almost all from the book can have a good dressing method.

And the magic knife wizard with anatomical experience was also rejected by the people of the White Tower. After all, it is too dangerous to be touched by the magic knife wizard at close range. No one wants their internal organs to be stamped with some invisible mark, as long as someone wants to, they can chop them up in an instant.

Once a very serious accident occurs, all Baita can do is to keep the injury from getting worse. And the only medicinal potion from Su Ze that is similar to the magical effect of Baita, is not so easy to give to these people.

After all, it's not yet the lost Christmas period. For Su Ze, such things are precious military supplies, and it is impossible to sell them to the White Tower in large quantities. And Baita is also working hard to use witchcraft to crack the mysteries of these alchemy products, and each bottle of potion is a precious sample.

Alchemy and witchcraft can also be used for production. But unlike alchemy, which must be done by hand, witchcraft can be mass-produced by machines instead of humans.

If alchemy is an artistic creation that pursues fleeting inspiration and instant beauty, then witchcraft creation is a formula that organizes the aesthetic experience in it into a cold and blunt formula that lacks beauty. And in this way, it is a science to mass-produce plausible but similar fakes.

From the user's point of view, there is no difference. Items with similar functions and similar performance, the price of witchcraft creations is much cheaper than alchemy creations. But for alchemists, this kind of behavior of forcibly summing up "truth" with knowledge that human beings can understand, and directly copying and ignoring its constituent principles in order to isolate the inherent laws of alchemy creations, is a thorough understanding of the truth. blasphemy.

from their perspective. Wizards are all brazen copycats, claiming to have invented something by themselves, but in fact they are almost all re-creations and copies of some rare alchemy creation. People who only pursue production and use, without asking about the underlying principles, are not worthy of being called scholars.

However, the wizards have the White Pagoda that alchemists most want to have. This facility to observe Aum's law - or "truth" at close range is so tempting to alchemists that this contempt mixed with a sufficient amount of jealousy turns into a utter disgust.

And in the eyes of wizards, alchemists are too traditional. The ability has not been inherited, and the stubborn, old-fashioned and inflexible mage's atmosphere has learned a thorough understanding. Holding a lot of ancient creations that will fail after a few uses, I don’t study them. I would rather read those vague tomes than learn from the ideas of predecessors. I have to rely on the system established by myself, and only what can be proved by research. himself is correct.

In this regard, the wizards said hehe.

If you have the ability to be arrogant, it is a bull beep, and if you have no ability, you are arrogant, and it is a fake beep.

Therefore, it can be said that the relationship between the inheritance of the two wizards, alchemists and wizards, has reached its limit, and it may be completely broken at any time. The hatred between them was, in a sense, more than hatred for the clergy.

Therefore, whenever there is a major accident in the White Tower and urgent treatment is needed, it is better to ask those doctors who believe in gods, and the wizards will not try to use any alchemy items to survive the disaster.

But the wizard, who had just arrived in Iron Curtain, was in a fidgety mood.

He double-checked and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the documents. And there is no evil aura in them, nor the **** smell of people who have killed people, but he just stubbornly feels that there is something wrong with these people.

"How about it, my lord, can we go over there?"

The old man squinted his eyes with a smile, and said to him humbly.

"...Ah, let's go."

The wizard flipped through the file again, but couldn't find what was wrong.

So he had no choice but to return the document to these people in frustration and opened the barrier.

After all, he didn't even know what happened at the explosion site, so he didn't dare to delay these doctors.

Maybe, he saved his girlfriend's life just because he gave way for a second in advance...

But he has decided that when they leave, he will immediately write a letter to his superiors and hand over all the information of these immigrants today.

——If something happens to him in the end, the consequences are not something he can bear.

However, just after he shook his head and teleported back to his room, he found that someone had already been waiting in his room.

That was a healer he let out in the second wave—

He took a step back and was about to perform an operation, but the "medical doctor" suddenly burst into a terrifying speed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The "medical doctor" rushed over in a single step. Then the punch to the chest was subconsciously blocked by the wizard, but his arm was also directly broken.

Just when he couldn't help crying out in pain, a bottom-up palm hit his chin neatly. He only heard a crisp sound of Kerala on his neck, his head bent back sharply, hit his back and bounced heavily, and the whole person fell backwards weakly.

Bending to this extent, everyone should have died.

The "doctor" did not relax at all.

He walked over in silence for two or three steps, punching the wizard's chest with punch after punch. It wasn't until the penetrating force made the sound of water and the wizard's seven orifices spurted blood, that he stood up contentedly.

"Bah, heresy. You're a **** who deserves to be paid for with silver... If you're lucky, it's easy to die."

But just as the Lifeless Fist turned to leave and roared, he didn't notice that the wizard whose heart had been smashed into pulp behind him, his right hand flicked lightly like an electric shock. (To be continued.)