Chapter 5, Half a Therapist

Mr. Smith, that is merely a perishable food storage cabinet, also known as a refrigerator. There is no magic circle inside, and you do not need to stick your head in!

At that moment, Aimee's wrist was grasped by someone, and he turned around in astonishment, just in time to meet the mysterious guest's emerald green eyes

John's eyes widened as Gal hurriedly stuffed a set of cutlery into his hands, to prevent the priest from saying something like, "You delicate behinds actually use luxury items as toilets," which would be detrimental to their appetite

Louis was unable to finish his question; he only had time to hurriedly leave a message for Amy, saying, "Take good care of him," before he went out with Gal.

Gale wiped his face and casually said, "It is the engine"

The door of the adjacent room was knocked on urgently a few times, and John heard Gal's voice saying: "We found Kelsen, he is downstairs, badly injured, hurry!"

John struggled to get out of bed and put on the robe that Amy had placed by the bedside— the clothes here were all so strange. After studying them for quite some time, he finally managed to align each button with its corresponding buttonhole. His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the plastic buttons a few times, thinking that they resembled processed gems, becoming light and thin.

Gale! I want to purify the water! Right now!

Louis: "One day?"

Aimee quickly dipped her fingers in the purification water and drew a complex magical array symbol on the chest of the man who was emitting black smoke. John watched from the side, blinking in surprise—he did not expect that the array drawn by this somewhat inexperienced healer would be so standard, to the point that he could even feel the gentle power emanating from the purification water.

But you know the "Olive Leaf Ceremony," Louis said, "very few people can master it, generally only top-level healers will learn it.

Gal turned a deaf ear, dragging the chair aside to signify a clear boundary with the fool

Evan, who had been placed lying on one side, finally woke up slowly and saw this horrific scene up close, which caused him to faint for the second time before he could express any opinion.

Once John picked up his knife and fork, he fell completely silent, his table manners were impeccable—except for the small plastic container of butter that left him momentarily at a loss

No! It won't do—Mr. Smith, he is not as strong as you imagine, you cannot smash with your fist!" Gal rushed over and grabbed the man who was attempting to smash the glass of his house's window.

The effects of the sleeping pills still lingered, and John, whose nerves were forcibly awakened by the summons, remained numb. Before long, he could not open his eyes again and sank back into the soft bedding. It was not until midnight that he was startled awake by the sounds of voices and footsteps coming from downstairs

The remaining tasks involve routine treatment, wound suturing, application of medication, and bandaging

"Alright, Louis, you can let go now." Amy carefully sprinkled purification water onto the man's wound. As the blood flowed onto the sofa, a thick black smoke rose from the wound, and the man's bones were nearly exposed.

Awakened in the middle of the night, Aimee's expression was very serious as she had Gal and Louis running around in circles.

"Are you really a therapist?" John looked at this so-called "best therapist" with a headache. This guy was hardly better than an apprentice who had never left the temple. A hunter with training in pharmacology would be better off in the wild than in his hands. "Chapter 13, Verse 6 of the Book of Olive Leaves..."

That is also a microwave, used for heating food, which can cook you in just a few minutes. Do not put your hand inside! No... also do not turn it over, you won't find that little flame! Ah! Amy, quickly stop him! The eggs will explode if heated inside!

What should I do now? Amy looked completely bewildered

This evening, Kelsen's badge suddenly dimmed, indicating a location in Sara State. After receiving an urgent directive from the liaison officer, Louis and I followed the trace of the badge to find him, and we discovered him near the foothills. However, it appeared that this was not the site of the incident. I suspect that Kelsen managed to move himself after being injured; he knew I had returned home and likely sought my assistance, but he couldn't make it to my house. Gal recounted the events at a rapid pace, stating, 'We did not see the Difu that attacked him.' However, it appeared that this was not the site of the incident. I suspect that Kelsen managed to move himself after being injured; he knew I had returned home and likely sought my assistance, but he couldn't make it to my house. Gal recounted the events at a rapid pace, stating, 'We did not see the Difu that attacked him.'

Well, as Amy said, this... priest's curiosity seems to be a bit excessive

"No, it won't clean! Is it because there isn't enough purified water? My goodness, I have never seen such a wound before." Amy reached out, and Gal immediately placed another bottle of purified water in her hand. "After the first aid, he needs to be sent to the hospital immediately; I think he is about to die from blood loss."

John: "... ..."

What happened to your friend? John asked

Wow... This mysterious sword-wielding priest, whose origins are unknown, attempted to stick his head out of the window, but unfortunately, he was blocked by the transparent glass. He pressed his entire handsome face against the window and, like a simple-minded child, yearnedly exclaimed, "It runs so fast—what is this? A transparent wall? It looks like there is nothing at all! Amazing!"

In a moment, the black smoke had been suppressed, and Aimee began to chant in a language that no one could understand. Her voice was deeper than a woman's yet softer than a man's, and it surprisingly had a calming effect that soothed the listeners' emotions. The magical array drawn on the injured man's chest began to emit a milky white glow, and the black mist around the wound finally receded at a visibly noticeable speed, while the bleeding also temporarily stopped

"Mr. Smith, were you a healer before becoming a priest?" Louis asked

"John." John chewed slowly on an exceptionally soft piece of bread; he could not discern what was inside, but the taste was truly delightful. "No, I am a hunter."

After a series of twists and turns, John finally sat down at the dining table obediently. His movements, due to his injury, still appeared somewhat uncoordinated, but this did not hinder his enthusiasm for exploration and research. Even when Gal pressed him down onto the chair, he still resembled a hyperactive child with a nail stuck in his backside

The sound of the heavy object hitting the ground startled Gal and Louis. Louis pulled out a tissue and vigorously wiped the blood from his hands, irritably saying: "The rookie you brought along actually has a problem with fainting at the sight of blood. The Temple has truly become more bizarre in recent years"

Are you saying that all the people here live in such interesting houses

Gale sighed, finally showing a bit of conscience, as he rushed over to help his awkwardly styled apprentice onto the sofa—this fellow was no lightweight, making it hard to imagine how such a petite and charming figure, with a simple and miniature mind, could possibly support such a robust physique

After a whole night, the life of the injured person was finally saved. Gal and the others contacted the temple hospital, and when dawn broke, an ambulance arrived to take the still unconscious man away.

Aimee was taken aback: "But... what is the Abyssal Jackal?"

Salar State is nestled between mountains and the sea. Although it is already late autumn, the weather is not that cold. Only the distant sound of a steam whistle echoes with the faraway wind, and the overcast sky appears somewhat desolate.

"Lord Louis said I am a top-tier healer... Oh my, I must be dreaming. Gal, quickly, pinch yourself and tell me this is real!"

Oh! Look! That white bread is running by itself!" John stood by the window watching the ambulance speed away, his eyes wide open

Gale turned to look at Louis, who paused for a moment and said, "That is a type of ancient Difu, which has not appeared since the formation of the barrier"

Lying down for too long, the wound between his chest and abdomen was tugged by his movements, causing John to grimace. He leaned on the bedside table and slowly stood up, dragging his feet as he walked out.

John knelt on one knee beside him, a movement that required a bit of abdominal strength and nearly cost him his life. By the time his knee touched the ground, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead: "The scratches from the Abyssal Jackal are quite unique; they are difficult to cleanse with purified water. The amount of purified water you just poured was already sufficient to wash the wound. If you continue to cleanse it, you will end up washing out his ribs."

A talented therapist, he believes, must be a person who is both soft-hearted and strong within

Gale ran upstairs to fetch a bottle, and Amy took it, glanced at it, and continued, "Not enough, bring down two more bottles—Louis, hold your wound steady!"

It is truly not easy; he has finally remembered.

Clearly, in the face of freshness, the shock and unease that this fellow had when he received the newspaper yesterday have completely vanished—what kind of bizarre era could possibly cultivate such a heartless priest

John said: "Ruldan - Abyssal Jackal"

Aimee let out a big yawn and patted his shoulder: "Dear, we usually call it an ambulance"

After seeing John's increasingly bewildered expression, he could only gesture and explain: "It is... well, it is a kind of machine that provides energy through some method, allowing the car to run."

John looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Why would anyone make a car look like a loaf of bread—what is pulling the car? Some kind of invisible creature?"

Ah! Aimee called out briefly, "Yes, and there is also the purification array!"

John relaxed his body and, in the motion of kneeling on the ground, leaned sideways against that soft "chair," glancing at Amy. Suddenly, he found this androgynous fellow much more agreeable.

Aimee was taken aback: "What?"

The healing power is remarkably pure, leaving one astonished

Louis's complexion was not particularly good; the wounds were so densely packed that there was hardly any place for him to apply pressure. He had the sensation that his fingers were digging into Kelsen's flesh.

"No," said Amy, her mouth full of a sausage, speaking indistinctly. "I’m afraid it’s locally produced and not precious; we use it for eating every day—didn’t you notice yesterday that the toilet is also made of porcelain?"

Yes, there was a minor accident, and a day later I went from being an intern caregiver to a patient. After I recovered, I was sent away.

This situation became even more pronounced during breakfast. The priest clearly could not comprehend the principles of a refrigerator. He watched as Amy pulled out a large bucket of milk, startled by the cold air that wafted out. After taking two cautious steps back, he quickly approached again, much like a curious big cat.

The man on the sofa has a pale complexion, looking as if an angel is about to wave a small handkerchief to present him with a one-way ticket to heaven. The rise and fall of his chest is barely visible, and there is a large area marked by what seems to be claw marks, with six parallel streaks of blood, arranged very neatly, resembling the teeth of a comb. The gaps between each wound are extremely narrow; if they were any deeper, it is likely that the man would be eviscerated.

The living room downstairs is already brightly lit. Looking down from the second floor, there is a huge ...? ... Well, perhaps it is some kind of chair. ? It looks soft and cushy—well, whatever it is, there lies a person who looks like they are barely hanging on to life.

"I have studied a little," John shrugged, "but unfortunately, becoming a therapist requires a certain talent; mere study is not sufficient. I once tried to become a therapist and even interned for a day at the Temple Hospital after completing the basic course."

"Is this ... ... porcelain?" The priest looked at the plate in front of him, which contained fried eggs and slices of bread, with astonishment. "I thought such precious vessels from the ancient East would only be used on formal occasions."

Another sound of footsteps came from behind. John turned his head and discovered a young man he had never seen before. The young man first gave him a shy smile, then leaned over the railing to take a look down. Clearly, the blood spreading below was too visually shocking. The young gentleman could only let out a cat-like shriek before rolling his eyes and collapsing face down with a thud.

"Louis, hold his wound! Hurry!" Amy said, "There’s no time to take him to the hospital. What kind of monster did this?"