Chapter 125

Chapter 125

"Heal! I can heal here! Bring them over!"

"Form a queue, one by one!"

"Next one!"

"Next one!"

"Next one..."

The injured knights came one by one for treatment, returning to the battlefield intermittently. The healing area became noisy for a while and then quieted down. The priests leisurely ate their lunch, took a slow rest, and then, with a slow and refreshing face wash, began to chat over tea.

They tasted the rich red tea and spread honey and jam on freshly baked scones. Sitting under the tall white umbrella in the center of the camp, they conversed softly:

"Casualties aren't significant today."

"Yes, the battle wasn't too intense. I didn't even use half of my healing spells todayhow about you?"

"About the same. But it's good to save some healing spells; who knows if we'll have a severely wounded knight later?"

"True, if a heavily injured knight comes, I'll have to use all my remaining spells..."

"Hope there aren't too many injuries tomorrow..."

"Hey, how's it going over here?"

A priest with brisk footsteps entered the camp, his face full of spring, greeting everyone one by one. Dressed in a light blue silk robe adorned with two narcissus flowers embroidered in white silk on the belt, he was the second-level priest of the Spring Goddess Temple. The healers from Hartland City recognized him; he was the proud disciple of the chief priest of the county, unevenly getting up to greet him:

"Priest Hilde."

"Hilde."

"We're doing fine here. Treated five knights, two severe injuries, and three minor injuries. The ones with minor injuries have already returned to the battlefield."

"As long as the number of casualties isn't too high..."

Just as they were chatting, a commotion arose in the corner of the healing area, beyond a row of tents. Priest Hilde turned his head upon hearing the noise:

"Haven't they finished over there?"

"Over there? It's Garrett from the Nature Cult, treating the wounded..." The first priest to greet him explained casually. Suddenly, he was surprised:

"Why are they still busy? I've even taken a nap!"

"Indeed!" The priest beside him also discovered the blind spot and couldn't help but stand up and turn to look:

"One level." Garrett replied in a low voice, his voice hoarse, almost inaudible. After saying this, he immediately raised his voice with effort:

"Next one!"

Another stretcher was brought over. Garrett lowered his head again, immersed in his busy work.

Priest Hilde stood dazed at the other end of the tent, feeling somewhat redundant. He was about to leave, but two voices almost simultaneously sounded outside the tent:

"Garrett, I'm back! I'm here to help you!"

The tent flap lifted, and two battle priest apprentices rushed in. Priest Hilde glanced at them, one apprentice and one level five. He was about to greet them, but Garrett had already shouted:

"Change your clothes! Wash your hands!"

"No problem!" The two of them hurriedly ran over, their steps not stopping, just nodding hastily at Priest Hilde on the way. While running, they took off their priest robes, ran to the edge of the tent, and each put on a set of short shirts similar to Garrett's.

In the surprised gaze of Priest Hilde, they carefully washed their hands, all the way up to their elbows. Then, while applying something to their arms, they quickly turned back:

"Garrett! Where do we start?"

"Over there, in that row, from left to right!" Garrett shouted to the level five priest. The apprentice priest followed suit, waving his hand:

"Let me do it for you; you must be tired! I'll handle this onethis one has a fracture, release a detection spell first to see where it's broken..."

The lineup of wounded soldiers, which had just paused for a moment, quickly moved again with Garrett's

voice.

This busyness continued until the sky turned dark. Joanna and Elwin returned from the scouting team, and Donald completed the logistics work. Several people gradually joined the healing efforts.

Garrett finally got a chance to catch his breath, sitting down on the side and drinking water. With a creak, Priest Hilde pulled a wooden box over and sat next to him:

"Do you plan to heal these wounded soldiers every day? Why?"

There's no need for a reason to save lives. Garrett's words reached the tip of his tongue, but he pulled back and quietly assessed Priest Hilde with his peripheral vision:

How to convince him to join in helping people? Although the guy hadn't done anything just now, he had been willing to stand there and watch for quite a while. He could be someone to win over... The instructor said it well; we need to unite all the forces we can...

He tilted his sweat-drenched face and smiled slightly:

"Of course, it's because it improves my healing skills!"

"Oh?"

Priest Hilde's eyes lit up.

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