Chapter 2 "John Smith"

He is still running a fever; the purified water should have had an effect, but the wound might be slightly inflamed. Someone whispered beside him, and then something was placed on his forehead, cool and very comfortable, allowing his consciousness to finally return to darkness in his own relaxation

Aimee disdainfully pursed her lips: "Aha, another Carlos? A fanatical follower of Flaherty."

What is a free hunter? What kind of thing is that?

Although he realized that it was the other party who had saved his life, his body instinctively arched its back: "You are ... ... "

Who is Aimee? Is she the new healer from the temple

He was forced to awaken for a moment in the searing pain that felt as if fire had ignited in his chest, yet he lacked the strength to open his eyes, only able to faintly sense the extraordinary softness of the mattress beneath his body, pondering with his nearly scorched brain.

As he raised his hand, he was surprised to find something attached to the back of it. Upon closer inspection, he realized that a tube had been inserted into his blood vessel, and above his head, a bottle was hanging high on the bedside.

Yes, they won, the war is over! This thought caused his tensed muscles to instantly relax.

It is quite evident that I am planning to take advantage of you, light beauty. The woman smiled charmingly as she touched his exposed bare shoulder, saying, "I didn't expect you to have such a nice physique, why are you hiding? As long as you behave, Mommy won't spank your little bottom. By the way, I prefer to be addressed as 'Madam'. My name is Amy, Amy Berg, and I really dislike that name. If you don't want to anger me, please call me 'Aimee'.

Gale furrowed his brow and retorted, "War? What war?"

The man shivered from the cold, and with his other hand, which was not pricked by a needle, he desperately clutched the blanket covering him, exclaiming in alarm: "Hey! Madam, I am not dressed yet!"

The therapist took out a paper cup from under the table—this bare-bottomed country bumpkin on the bed was once again astonished, as there actually exists a type of cup made of paper in the world

The man has encountered many alchemists, some of whom are quite renowned, yet none among them have been able to create these strange and incredible objects, devoid of any trace of magical incantations or array elements

The man blinked, glanced at the needle in his hand, and then looked at the person at the door... Oh! She actually has a prominent Adam's apple?! What kind of creature can possess both an Adam's apple and a large chest at the same time?!

Amy threw him a flirtatious glance: "Oh, you belong to me, light beauty."

"You are a free hunter, aren't you?" Gal took the conversation as he applied a bit of pressure to Amy's alluring foot to keep him in place, "The injuries on you were caused by Difu, weren't they?"

The man hesitated for two seconds and silently nodded his head

The therapist extended his palm over the man's forehead, causing the man's muscles to instinctively tense up once again

John: "... ..."

Dangerous? John blinked his eyes

Well, he is a man full of strange strength, rough and odd, but what is going on with that chest? Is it stuffed with two large apples?

It is the emblem of the temple healer. The man was taken aback for a moment, but he did not recognize this healer. Is he new?

Then a pair of slightly cool hands began to roam over him, and there seemed to be a fragrance in the air that made one reluctant to open their eyes

The man had a pair of dark green eyes, and the morning light cast shadows on one side of his face, highlighting his exceptionally thick eyelashes and straight nose. Amy could hardly hear what he said, as she was immediately overwhelmed by his appearance, looking as if she was about to pounce on this mysterious handsome man.

He widened his eyes as he watched the therapist walk up to a square box holding a paper cup, place it on a slot, and press a button, causing water to flow into the cup automatically

She first yawned nonchalantly, then immediately noticed the IV drip he was holding and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing!"

There was someone not far away who was calling out his name hoarsely, but... they should have won

He turned his head and began to survey his surroundings, becoming even more astonished, for the room was so peculiar, with something at the head of the bed emitting a soft glow

Even the old hunters who have fought against the demon horde for a lifetime do not bear as many scars as he does

Who is that? Who is speaking?

John suddenly felt a sense of foreboding in his heart. He saw Amy, somewhat bewildered, tugging at her slightly dry hair, glancing at Gal and asking, "What is he talking about?"

However, the various scars on his body, along with his tightly toned muscles that do not appear exaggerated yet exude a sense of strength, indicate that his living environment is far from peaceful

Poor John still does not know that when he wakes up, it will be more than a thousand years later

A paper cup filled with clear water was shoved under his nose, and a pair of hands reached unreservedly into his blanket, encircling his bare back, supporting his shoulders, and with immense strength, lifted his upper body.

The therapist nonchalantly lifted his hand, cleaned the bloodstains off, and changed the needle—this time the man did not foolishly resist again. The therapist skillfully reinserted the IV into his vein: "The wound on your chest is caused by some kind of decay, with traces of a curse, making it very difficult to heal. The bottle contains a purification solution and anti-inflammatory medication; just a little bit injected into your vein won't harm you. Listen, darling, if you knock the needle out, I will turn you into a sieve. " Listen, darling, if you knock the needle out, I will turn you into a sieve.

Later, he remembered that while he was still awake, he turned back to glance at the temple and found that the black mist above had dissipated, with a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds and shining on the snow-white roof.

My name is Gal Shaoden, and I am the owner here. You fainted outside my door yesterday, do you remember

"A mushroom!" he exclaimed, "a glowing mushroom!"

After a long while, he finally hazily remembered: he had just been on the battlefield, where the black staff of Satan had pierced through his chest. He had used his rib to block the black staff and forcibly dragged the opponent into the forbidden spell array. The array was activated, and the demon's screams nearly shattered his mind. Later...

Gal was also scrutinizing the man on the bed. When he picked him up from the bushes yesterday, he found it difficult to discern what had caused the wound on the man's chest. It was a horrifying curse, imbued with powerful dark forces, that had even corroded his bones

Where am I ... ... ?

As "she" approached, the man also discovered another terrible thing—his clothes had been stripped off by someone, and now he was completely naked, covered only by a blanket that weighed no more than a piece of paper, facing a... a person in pajamas, whose gender was indiscernible.

The man who called himself John paused for a moment, turning to look at Amy with a hint of disbelief: "Did you just say ... Carlos? Vlarret?"

Gargan cleared his throat, rolled his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't get anything valuable from him. He walked over to the man on the bed: "Hello, how are you feeling?"

Strictly speaking, I don't remember at all. The man was silent for two seconds, shook his head, and said, "Nice to meet you, John Smith"

Puff ... ... cough cough cough cough ... ...

The man of unknown origin was dressed in a tattered linen robe, barely revealing its original white color. After cleaning off the blood and dirt, he surprisingly had exceptionally soft light brown long hair and an extraordinarily delicate and handsome face. His lips and skin were pale, resembling those foolish nobles from ancient times who considered malnutrition to be a form of beauty

He or she finished speaking without even catching a breath, and with a charming smile, asked: "By the way, young handsome man—do you drink water?"

A drop of "water" still emerged from the needle tip. He caught a drop with his hand and carefully licked it with his tongue: "Hmm? It's purified water... and some other things?"

Amy revealed a strange smile on her face, her eyes shining with a terrifying light: "Very good, the body is flexible and the skin is smooth, where it should be ample, it is ample, where it should be slender, it is slender, truly exceptional"

"... still alive, I think." The man awkwardly wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth and quickly scanned Gal from top to bottom. He felt a subtle sense of familiarity with this blonde man, yet could not recall where he had seen him before. "However, I must say, thank you very much for your help."

When he woke up again, it was almost dawn.

"Aimee," the door was pushed open for the second time. Gal Shoden entered, asking, "How is he?"

"A completely pure transparent substance? Crystal?" He widened his eyes and let out a rustic exclamation, then immediately realized that this exquisite object was "injecting water" into his blood vessels, so without hesitation, he pulled out the thing that was inserted into his veins. "Who did this? Injecting water into my blood vessels, does he intend to skin me?"

He discovered that the wounds on his body had been carefully treated, and someone had covered him with a blanket, the thickness and weight of which were completely disproportionate. Curiously, he pinched the corner of the blanket with his fingers, believing that even the finest silk from the East could not match this feather-like lightness, and most importantly, it was so warm

I will be leaving shortly, as a novice has just graduated from the temple and needs my guidance. Please take a good rest, and if you have any questions, you can call Amy—he is the most outstanding healer in the temple

Before he could make a judgment, this peculiar "lady" strode in with great strides, hands on her hips, and revealed a sinister smile to him: "Handsome, do you have any dissatisfaction with my medicine?"

However, soon he had a more pressing issue to worry about. Just as Gal was getting up to take his leave, the man on the bed suddenly called out to him with a slightly urgent tone: "Wait! Can anyone tell me how the war is going? Has the casualty report from the temple been released? Who is dealing with the remnants of the Difu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of Aimee and Gal became simultaneously strange

"John Smith" is a name that is very common, both as a surname and a given name. Due to the fact that a historically renowned hero once used it as a pseudonym, there are countless young people today who like to follow suit... Ahem, for example, the famous photographer and writer Gal. Mr. Shaoden's pen name is this.

He believed that besides the "Templar Knights," there were many bounty hunters in the civilian sector. They accepted missions and were active in various corners of the continent, among them were many skilled individuals, some of whom were even more familiar to ordinary people than the noble "Templar Knights"

Of course... the era of bounty hunters was only before the formation of the barrier. By the time of this age, which has long been forgotten, even the hunters of the temple concealed themselves among ordinary people, using inconsequential professions to mask their true identities, and the bounty hunters of the folk had nearly vanished.

Hello, why hasn't the therapist who harasses patients been expelled by the temple yet

If you do not want to become a fool who kisses everyone, handsome, it is best to obey this therapist in front of you who has sacrificed their beauty sleep for you. The other party irritably rolled up their sleeves, and a soft glow flashed from within, revealing a leaf-shaped emblem in the empty space. "I guess you recognize this, don't you, young hunter?"

John pondered for a moment, furrowing his brow: "Are you referring to... a bounty hunter?"

"That is a table lamp, my dear. Have you lost your mind or are you on drugs?" At that moment, the door opened, and a somewhat peculiar "young lady" walked in. "She" was wearing an oddly styled nightgown, barefoot, yet heavy makeup dominated "her" entire face, and "her" light golden hair was somewhat disheveled

A man's low voice came from beside my ear: "Amy, come over and take a look at him, is he about to wake up? I saw his fingers move a little."

Ah, yes, this is how you generally refer to yourselves. It seems that Gal has misunderstood, as he spoke in a rather soft and gentle tone: "This is a very dangerous profession, Mr. Smith. Without systematic training, even the most talented individuals find it difficult to deal with various types of Difu. I do not understand why you would choose such a perilous line of work, but you are still so young. If you wish, once you have recovered from your injuries, I can recommend you to the Temple.

What is that? Is the owner of this place an alchemist?

The man with a high fever had not yet had the chance to determine the gender of the other party with his nearly boiling brain, when Ms. Amy unhesitatingly pinched his chin and rudely poured water into his mouth

He speculated that a thermal insulation array had been applied inside—clearly, this unknown hero, who should have long been buried in the ground, did not know what a down comforter was

The surrounding sounds fluctuated between distant and near, and his consciousness wavered between clarity and confusion.

It seems that no one intends to make a human skin coat; they are using purified water to eliminate the damage caused by the black staff on him. The man slightly relaxed—his opponent did not appear to have any malicious intent.

He had no choice but to urgently contact the temple's healer, Amy, late at night. The two of them toiled for half the night before they finally managed to stabilize the person's injuries