Quantum Godhead

Soon everyone walked along the vine suspension bridge and the wooden gangway to a gorgeous wooden house in the town of Oren. There were many elves waiting anxiously at the door of the wooden house. One of the guards saw two more priests coming. Take a breath.

He walked over immediately, and after saluting the three empty riders, he quickly walked into the wooden house with Gralenya and Alek, muttering as he walked: "Moon God, two respected priests, you It came just in time, and the priests inside were almost exhausted."

Heras looked at this gorgeous wooden house, but no matter how gorgeous it is, it is just a wooden house. There is a crescent-shaped wooden glyph inlaid on the top of the wooden house. The divine pattern of the effect marks the power of the Moon God. From this simple Hall of Eternal Night, we can see how high the level of the priest who presides over it is...

The presiding priest of the temple, Trimat, stood guarding the door with the guards in anticipation. He has lived for more than 100 years, even if he is considered to be middle-aged by the lifespan of an ordinary elf, but he is only a second-level priest, and he He has never seen so many big people in his life, especially when he heard that General Uangdo would bring an ambassador of the moon god, he was very excited. If he could have a few words with that tenth-level god-favored Maybe it will help you a lot in your own faith path.

"Ms. Berthena, I need to see Mr. Ussuriga, and collect his blood samples by the way." Heras observed the wooden Hall of Eternal Night for a while, then whispered to the female skyrider. Said.

"Now?" Berthena asked blankly.

"Uh, the sooner the better." Heras shrugged indifferently. To be honest, he didn't really care about Ussuriga's life. General Uondo has a good relationship, and he has the right to accumulate contacts in the elf empire for himself.

From this perspective, Heras is still a typical human being, whether in the universe of the Federation or in this strange world, his basic thinking and behavior characteristics as a human have not changed...

Bersena pondered for a while, nodded, and walked straight into the wooden house without saying anything. Heras followed closely after seeing this. The guards all knew the female air cavalry, so no one said anything. stop.

The moonlight filled the wooden house, and a lot of bright blue moonlight floated in the hall of the simple palace, making the hall like a rippling blue gauze curtain lingering like light smoke. , it seems that there are priests praying devoutly and selflessly in order to restore divine power.

And in the middle of the hall was a wooden bed, on which lay two unconscious elves, a man and a woman.

Alek is constantly releasing healing spells on the unconscious male elf, while Gralenya is in charge of the unconscious female elf, which once again shows the conservative ethos of the elf empire. I will try to avoid contact between strangers of the opposite sex.

However, every time the light of healing magic flashes, almost all its effectiveness is eliminated by a layer of thick deep purple mist, leaving only a negligible healing effect.

The curse power of the God of Soul is manifested as a deep purple mist, while the blessing power is manifested as a bright purple starburst.

Now unless there is a legendary god-favored person or another high-ranking priest of the god of soul to expel them, they can only wait for the thick layer of deep purple mist to disappear naturally.

However, the physical condition of the couple obviously disappeared naturally due to the curse of the divine spell. They had coagulated ecchymosis and necrotic rash all over their bodies. Pustules are visible, confusion and shortness of breath.

Heras stepped forward, took advantage of the interval of Alek's treatment, and preliminarily checked Ursula's vital signs, and basically confirmed his thoughts.

"Sepsis... It seems that the formic acid does contain some highly pathogenic bacteria." Heras pondered in his heart.

Because people in this world are used to relying on supernatural power, medicine is still very backward. People with supernatural power can basically rely on their own strength to resist bacterial infections to varying degrees, while ordinary people without supernatural power will die when they die. There is no institution of society dedicated to the diseases and health conditions of these ordinary people.

Heras had thought about how to deal with the ability of the "supernatural forbidden" and other banned powers before. Without the help of supernatural powers, he could only rely on his physical fitness to fight against various diseases and disasters.But later in his research, he proved that his method of dealing with various bans is actually very simple, as long as he commits suicide, and most of the bans will be lifted after being reborn by relying on the 'resurrected body'.

However, the poor elf couple in front of them obviously didn't have the ability to revive. Heras had to consider giving them antibiotics. Although he didn't know the effect, it was always better than nothing.

He took out a glass bottle, squeezed a pustule in Ussuriga, collected a little pus and blood, and prepared to do a bacterial sensitivity test.

The people around have been watching this Master Emma's movements in wonder. They don't know what Bersana brought this guy in, but the female air rider didn't speak, so it's not easy for them to intervene.

The collection of pathogenic strains was quickly completed. Heras put on the cap of the glass bottle and said calmly to Bersana, "Give me a laboratory."

"Use the mayor's, but he is only a second-level mage, and the laboratory equipment should be relatively simple." Bersana couldn't help showing a skeptical expression, but after thinking about it, she didn't object.

"No problem, as long as there are basic alchemy facilities, I also carry a lot of key alchemy equipment." Heras was not picky. To be honest, even if there is no laboratory, he can temporarily arrange one. But now time is more urgent, he doesn't want to waste a minute and a second.

Bethana put away her skeptical expression, and then took the lead and walked out. In fact, she didn't really believe that the Amarr in front of her could develop an effective treatment method in such a short period of time, but according to common sense, that human should You won't ask for trouble, after all, this is the territory of the Elven Empire, and now there are strong guards around the town.

The mayor of Oren Town, Weitz is looking sadly at the documents piled up in the town's council hall. The council hall is built on the top of the crown of the giant tree in the middle, supported by a solid wooden frame that grows together with the giant tree. The wooden hall, and even every chair in the conference hall are completely natural, integrated with the hall, with flowers blooming on the backs and handles of the chairs...

But Weitz obviously didn't have the heart to appreciate those beautiful and fragrant flowers. The old mage's old wrinkles drooped on his face, and his pointed ears hung down weakly from both sides. In fact, he should have retired a long time ago, but no one really wanted to come. He manages this border town, so the superior has expressed some meaning to him more than once, and often said that the empire will always remember his political achievements and other trivial praises. In fact, he hopes that he will work in this position until he dies. ....

Old Witz actually liked this peaceful town quite a lot. He had long lost hope of being promoted to a third-level mage. The monotonous and peaceful life in Oren Town day after day was very suitable for retirement, but the Ussuriga couple were temporarily resettled. After being in the town, this tranquility was broken, and he had to work with a high load every day to deal with these suddenly heavy daily affairs.

"I have to hire someone to deal with it." Witz muttered and opened the documents, including the requisition of the Temple of Eternal Night in the town, the recruitment of nearby priests, the temporary placement of the army in Oren Town, etc., he did it more than once I feel that dealing with these formalities is really boring and formalistic, but I have to do it because it represents the fundamental order of a country.

Just as he was about to start a day of boring work, the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open. Wiz looked up and found that the female air rider came in with a strange human being.

Seeing this, the old mayor said with a little displeasure: "Knock on the door next time, Ms. Berthena."

He is a government employee, not in the same system as the army, and has no superior-subordinate relationship with the soldiers, but out of respect for the seventh-level high-ranking powerhouse, the old mage still stood up and saluted solemnly.

"Can I borrow your laboratory? Mr. Mayor." Bersana was a little blunt, but she still maintained a polite attitude. A second-level low-level professional returned the gift, but government officials are of course different, which is why she always deliberately avoids seeing the old mayor.

Of course, the object of Bersana's salute was not Old Witz, but out of respect and awe for the state power.

"Is it the lab that recruited me?" The old mayor asked noncommittally.

"No, it's just my personal request. This Emma needs your laboratory for experiments, which is related to the treatment of the Ussuriga couple." Berthena returned blankly, saying that it was a request, but from her From the tone of his voice, it seems that there is no meaning of request at all.

Weitz is used to the tough attitude of these soldiers, so he didn't care. He nodded slightly, looked at the piled up documents, and said with a sad face, "It's better not to recruit, so I don't have to deal with another pile of documents." .”

Then he glanced at Heras, and added: "Come with me, Amarrian, I personally would like to lend you the laboratory for a while."

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