Chapter 123

Chapter 123

A cluster of priests surrounded Garrett Nordmark, eagerly vying for his attention, each trying to speak over the others. As Garrett was about to invite them in, a hoarse voice emanated from behind the tent:

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The voice was unusually raspy, with eyes deep and mysterious, resembling ghostly flames even in broad daylight. Behind the tent, a black cat with white gloves gracefully leaped down and landed in front of Garrett, letting out a gentle meow.

"Linde Ferrell!"

Garrett exclaimed joyfully and hurriedly approached. Linde Ferrell, the necromancer, had been Garrett's guide when he first entered the world of magic. Garrett had obtained admission to the Mage Tower with the recommendation letter Linde had provided. Although months had passed since they last met due to Garrett's studies in magic, divine arts, and experiments, Garrett cherished the debt of gratitude.

Separated for months, Linde Ferrell still maintained his peculiar appearance in a swaying black robe with a skull on top. However, the fur of the black cat, Troka, seemed much glossier, indicating a comfortable few months.

"Linde Ferrell, Troka, welcome!"

Garrett greeted them with delight. Seeing Linde reminded him of the golden skeleton capable of lifting his own head and disassembling his hip bone. Garrett was eager to revisit that peculiar experience.

"Long time no see! Did you come with the others? I didn't see you during departure!"

"Of course, I had to come." Linde Ferrell smiled, though his appearance was unsettling, with shrunken skin and twitching facial muscles. Only the eyes, reminiscent of a doctor's gaze, could discern the direction of facial muscle movement. He continued:

"That old man Gelman had you all protected at the rear, charging into battle alone! And he deliberately kept it from me! I had to rush over alone, went the wrong way, almost bumped into the Radiant Church people!"

"Ah!" Garrett exclaimed. The Radiant Lord was known to be the bane of necromancers, enhancing skeletal damage with healing spells. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine." Linde Ferrell grinned ominously. "Killed two of them. By the way, what brought you all the way here? Aren't you a mage?"

"But I'm also a priest... I came this time to heal... uh, to heal wounds and save lives."

The necromancer shot him a accusing look. A priest? If you're a priest, go to the temple! Why did you bother getting a recommendation letter from me? I went through the trouble of writing many praises for you, and you come visit me as a priest?

Garrett felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. He took a step back, hastily finding an excuse to soothe Linde:

"By the way, if you have time, come over! When I'm healing, I often use surgical techniqueslike cutting and stitching people up. Come lend a hand and discuss it together?"

He busied himself preparing saline, alcohol, arranging cotton, gauze, bandages, and potions. Before noon, wounded soldiers started arriving one after another:

"Knight Scott is injured!"

"Sir Terence is injured!"

"Knight Vincent is injured!"

The priests systematically attended to them. Prayers murmured continuously, and white light flickered. Soon after the knights, poorly dressed common soldiers were carried over, running urgently:

"Save him! Please save him!"

Blood dripped steadily. Garrett stood by the camp fence, watching them run towards the nearby camp of Melton's priest squad. Before long, pleading and shouting echoed from that direction:

"No cure!"

"Carry him away!"

"Move aside! The knights can't handle it either!"

"Please save himCaptain got injured for us, sob... He has a little son waiting at home, and his daughter is about to get married..."

Garrett's expression turned solemn. Before embarking on this journey, he had heard and even learned that a priest's healing was mainly reserved for nobles. Whether commoners received treatment depended on the caster's mood at the time. Despite being prepared for this, Garrett brought plenty of supplies on this trip, intending to

heal as many common soldiers as possible.

But hearing about it and witnessing it were two different things.

He sighed silently, wanting to go help those people but hesitated. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached rapidly. Two guards from Hartland City led the way, carrying wounded soldiers, and they headed straight for Garrett:

"Little Garrett, help us save them!"

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