The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 652 Realization
  "Marilyn, a female dwarf, is 28 years old and has a son. She broke her spine in an accident and is paralyzed in bed..."

It didn't take much time for thousands of believers to search for an existence with an obvious target. Less than half a day after Allen told the two groups of ten core members, the group from the 'God of Food Praise Meeting' found what Allen described. The goal and the situation of the goal were clearly understood one by one.

"Where does her family live?"

When Allen heard this result, the stone hanging in his heart also fell. It seemed that after he advanced to demigod, some unknown changes really occurred, allowing him to feel scenes that had never happened before.

However, in order to confirm, Allen continued to ask.

"Her home is in a slum area in the east of the city, in a small alley called Gong Lane. The third thatched cottage after entering the alley is her home."

"Okay, continue to pay attention."

Allen nodded, remembered the address and gave instructions before turning around and leaving the secret room hidden underground.

After simply changing his appearance and wearing a thick leather armor to look like an ordinary Bugbear, Allen conveniently put an eyepatch on his face and walked into the slums in the east of the city.

Although it is said to be a slum, in fact, the living environment of the people of the Green Field Tribe is much better than that of the early years. In the slum area, which is also planned to have sewers and small gardens, it is just because the goblin families living here always pile up some clutter. It just looks a little dirty.

Of course, there is still a strong, lingering sour smell in the air. It is caused by the people who live here, who use scaffolding to raise chickens, ducks, pigs and other animals in open areas. Cage rack.

Chi Chi Chi! !

quack quack! !

oooooooo! !

When passing by the surrounding cages, the poultry and animals raised by various households will always be disturbed, making bursts of noisy noises.

From time to time, someone would open the door to check, just in case it was someone with dirty hands and feet coveting their own poultry. After all, these poultry are also an additional income in the eyes of these people. Regardless of the eggs laid by the poultry, or the poultry itself, they are extremely valuable to the gourmet city of Green Lake Town.

Crunch! !
  When Allen arrived at the address informed by his subordinates, before he could open the door, in front of the simple thatched house, the gatehouse made of several boards of different sizes was opened from the inside.

Allen recognized the female dwarf in front of him at a glance. It was the praying believer who appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness when he was meditating the day before yesterday.

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

Marilyn noticed Allen's scrutinizing gaze, raised her head and tried to make a friendly expression, but her disfigured face was a bit ugly, and she couldn't show her beautiful side no matter how hard she squeezed her.

"It's okay, I'm just passing by."

Allen shook his head slightly, then quickly withdrew his gaze and continued walking deeper into Gong Lane, as if he was really just passing by Marilyn's house.

Marilyn looked away awkwardly, thinking that her face had frightened the other person, but she couldn't help but stare at Allen's back and take a closer look, because she always felt that half of the other person's face was covered by a bronze mask. Something familiar.

Allen walked to the end of the alley, exited the slums from the other side, went straight back to the castle in Green Lake Town, and then followed the secret passage to the underground secret room again.

“Who is managing the believers over there in the ghetto?”

There was always someone stationed in the secret room, and Allen went to the captain on duty to ask what he was paying attention to.

"It's a shadowwalker named Cohan."

"Get him, as soon as possible."

"Ok."

In less than half a magic hour, Cohan, whose facial features were sealed, was brought into this shaded secret room.

"Clan leader!!"

Cohan never imagined that one day he would be summoned by Allen in person, and he was inevitably a little excited. To be selected as one of the first candidates to preach the 'God of Food' faith, he naturally regards Allen as his idol and goal, and has always hoped that one day he can have face-to-face contact and communication with Allen like he does now.

"Don't get too excited, boy!!"

Allen nodded slightly and greeted Cohan with a kind face. No matter whether Cohan regarded himself as a believer or not, he would always feel comforted when he saw the young and energetic Green Goblin.

"……call!!"

Cohan breathed hard to calm down. Even though he had experienced life and death during his adventure journey, he still couldn't help himself when he saw his idol.

"I heard that the slum area you are in charge of is the one with the most followers and the most objects of observation in your group. It seems that you are very capable!"

Allen's eyes showed appreciation.

"The main reason is that the arrangements in the association are appropriate and the resources provided are sufficient. There are indeed many tribesmen in the slums who are in urgent need of care..."

After chatting for a while, Allen turned and brought the topic back to business.

"Is there a female dwarf named Marilyn in the area you are in charge of? Her face seems to be disfigured..."

"……um, yes."

Cohan thought for a while and replied seriously: "Her partner died in an accident a few years ago. Later, as a sole breadwinner, she kept her young children at home and went out to work. Only when she came back did she find that her children had disappeared from the house. He fell off the bed and became seriously ill.”

"We have been trying to find ways to help her, but to cure her child's paralysis, we need several high-level magical spells and some precious resources. The requirements are too expensive. Our team's resources are limited, so we can only It’s to help her lighten some of her life burdens.”

Cohan knew the situation of the group he had developed very well. Allen just said a name and some simple descriptions, and Cohan knew who the person Allen wanted to ask was.

"Clan leader, do you have anything to do with her? What do you need me to do?"

"I want you to find out what kind of resources are needed to treat the paralysis of her children at home. As for asking for druids and priests who can perform high-level magic, you should also search among our own people first to see who they are. It's appropriate to help with the treatment." "Then, in the name of the Praise Society, help her treat her child. Don't worry about the funds. Someone will help you pay for it later."

"understood."

…………

Cohan was a little confused. Why did the patriarch suddenly care about an ordinary goblin believer in the slums? Is there any relationship between them? But he didn't want to go into details. It was rare to see a great idol in person. He had never imagined that the other party would receive him so kindly. Until now, his heart was still full of passion. He wished he could die for his idol. To him He would naturally focus on the matter he was asked to do and strive for perfection.

In a world with magical magic, paralysis is actually not an incurable terminal disease. Even if part of the body is missing, as long as you hire a legendary magician and are willing to spend huge costs and resources, the same will happen. Be able to recover as before.

In the past, Cohan did not have the authority and resources to help Marilyn, an ordinary, worthless dwarf. Now that the clan leaders have spoken out and promised support from all resources, Cohan quickly found a solution.

"My Lord has heard your sincere prayers and specially appointed high-level natural healers to help your child treat the disease. During this period, you need to do a good job in your child's hygiene and nursing care, and do not bring any harm to the healers. Troubled.”

Cohan did not seek a healer immediately, but secretly visited Marilyn's home as a preacher.

"Thank you my Lord!! All glory belongs to my Lord!!!"

The dwarf Marilyn was so excited that she almost knelt down in front of Cohan and wanted to kiss Cohan's feet, but was pulled back by him.

"Remember the rules of the Praise Club, don't expose my Lord's existence to the outside world easily, even if it is the healer appointed by my Lord, do you understand??"

Cohan reminded seriously that this was also the reason why he came this time.

If you want Marilyn's child, you need at least a high-level divine spellcaster such as a high-level druid or a priest. However, with the current development situation of the 'God of Cookery Praise Club', there is no such god among their core members. Spell casters exist. If a spell caster is hired from outside, if Marilyn exposes the existence of the 'God of Cookery' belief because of being too excited, then his group may be in danger, and even implicate the entire 'God of Cookery Praise Meeting' .

There is no way, spell casters often mean that they are very smart and rational, and it is not easy to get them to devote themselves wholeheartedly to a certain belief. Even though Allen has been known to everyone since he was a child and is regarded as an idol and target by most goblins, the belief in the 'God of Cookery' based on him has now been moved by very few spellcasters into the two organizations. , let alone top talents like high-level spellcasters.

"I understand!!"

Even if Marilyn is allowed to die at this time, she is probably still willing to give her child a chance to be reborn. This is something that any mother full of motherly love will give her all to cherish.

A few days later, the high-level peak natural healer of the Green Field Tribe's spellcasters, the hobgoblin female Giota, received an order from the mayor's hall, asking her to lead a team of healing spellcasters to the slums. Send the tribe's care.

Although Giota was reluctant, as a healer trained by the tribe, she still complied with the tribe's arrangements.

"Hello, Ms. Giota, I was introduced by Master Weasley. I would like to ask you to help treat a junior in my family!"

Cohan appeared in front of Giota in the appearance of an ordinary goblin male in the slums, holding a letter written by the mage Weasley in his hand. He respectfully brought a gift and found Giota in person.

"Mage Weasley?? What is your relationship with him??"

Hearing Weasley's name, Giota's lazy and contemptuous eyes suddenly disappeared, and he looked up at Cohan and asked.

"When Master Weasley was studying in the town in his early years, we were classmates or deskmates in the same class. But later on, I had no fighting talent, so after graduating from the Intermediate Academy, I cut off contact with Master Weasley."

"Oh, that's it, bring the patient here!"

Since Weasley got close to Swara, the new legendary leader of the tribe, he has naturally become the chief mage of the tribe's spellcasting team, and he can be regarded as half of Giota's superior. Since this goblin has Weasley's souvenir, it seems that the relationship between them is not bad. In any case, it is not easy for Giota to refute the orders of his superiors.

"This patient is a bit special. I'm afraid I have to trouble Ms. Giota to make a trip..."

"What?? Forget it..."

…………

In the simple and dark thatched cottage, Marilyn looked nervously at the painful young dwarf on the dirty bed. She held a wet towel tightly with both hands, not daring to make the slightest movement, so as not to disturb her concentration in performing high-level healing magic. Giota.

As a druid who specializes in healing, the situation of the young dwarf in front of me, who had his spine broken at the neck and whose spinal cord was deformed due to years of self-growth, is indeed very difficult, but he is also a good test subject.

In particular, the other party could also bring out valuable magic plants and magic potions to help him heal himself, which allowed Giota to accumulate good experience in treating such injuries.

"Here, move the fingers of your right hand and see if there is any reaction."

"Yes!! There is a reaction!!"

Seeing the young goblin bending her slender fingers little by little under the command of the hobgoblin druid in a green dress, Marilyn, who had been paying attention to the child, immediately shouted excitedly and cried with joy. Sliding down cheeks.

"Good, good, now try to bend your left leg!!"

Giota was very relaxed. She had already anticipated the situation at hand, and she still felt quite accomplished. Such a serious patient was cured in her own hands. She felt that her ability in treatment had improved a lot. It seemed that her magical ability, which had been stuck for a long time, had been fully developed because of the study of this patient. .

"Well, your child is just suffering from muscle atrophy caused by being unable to exercise for a long time, so it is not suitable for him to do too much movement now. However, his main blood vessels and nervous system have returned to normal. As long as he strengthens muscle training and recovery, As long as you keep up with your nutrition, there will be no problem in returning to a normal teenager."

After Giotta inspected it carefully, he turned back and gave Marilyn, the ugly-looking and excited dwarf, a few words of advice.

"Yes, yes, thank you!! Thank you!!"

Outside the door, a goblin resident would poke his head out of his home from time to time, looking at this simple hut with concern. Although he didn't know why the clan had this incident of free medical treatment, fortunately, everyone was a close neighbor and knew about Marilyn's family. Difficulties, naturally everyone is happy for her.

Marilyn knew in her heart that all this was arranged by the great 'God of Cookery'. Thinking that praise would not allow the existence of believers to be exposed, she could only express her gratitude to the messenger of God in words.

In the eyes of outsiders, Marilyn was just lucky, giving her children a chance to be reborn; Giotta believed that Weasley provided these resources, and perhaps there was some kind of kindness between the female dwarf and Weasley. Marilyn, on the other hand, always believed that Giota's appearance was just what Cohan said, because 'my Lord' went out of his way to avoid being exposed and kept it hidden from others.

The matter was resolved satisfactorily. Allen, who had been secretly paying attention to the matter, also withdrew his gaze. Returning to the training room, he began to continue to explore and feel the changes that might be brought about after becoming a devout believer.

(End of this chapter)