This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The next day, the hungry knights woke up from their sleep.

Snow, cold, hunger... all kinds of negative factors make their sleep quality extremely poor.

And when they think of continuing their unskilled work after they wake up, their morale gets worse.

"Lemon, wake up, it's time to get up and work."

A knight pushed the knight next to him, trying to wake up Lemmon, who was dozing off with his head down.

But what I didn't expect was that the other party fell directly to the ground, convulsing all over.

The knight immediately called Ferdinand III.

Ferdinand III checked the opponent's situation and found that the knight's body temperature was terrifyingly high, and the aura on his body was dim, and it would be extinguished at any time.

He tore open the opponent's **** in front of him, and found that the wound under the **** that was injured by the trap had begun to pus, and the yellow-green tissue fluid had been slowly permeating.

When entering this dungeon, Leman was unfortunately caught in a trap, leaving a three-centimeter deep wound on his calf.

If it is normal, these wounds can heal quickly with the help of psychic energy.

But now, dozens of weak magics and psionic energy in their bodies need to be used to resist the invasion of the laws of hell.

Coupled with hunger and cold, Lemmon was directly defeated by the wound.

"Cold... so cold..." Lemmon said subconsciously, unconscious.

Looking at the knight who had burned to the confusion, Ferdinand III's first reaction was to look for the group of slimes, but he stopped immediately.

His dignity does not allow him to use the power of the devil.

But he also didn't want to watch Lemmon die.

In a dilemma, a knight suddenly condensed psionic energy in his right hand, and then chopped it towards Lemmon's neck.

Ferdinand III immediately caught the opponent's hand, letting his sharp psychic pierce his palm, and shouted: "What are you doing!"

"Lemon can't be saved. His psychic energy will be extinguished immediately, and he will become a fallen one. Instead of that, it is better to let him die when he is still a human."

Ferdinand III was stunned for an instant.

Looking back, he wanted to hear other people's opinions, but found that they were all silent, only supporting the knight with their eyes.

This is not right!

Lemmon is still saved!

He wanted to refute this, but he was shocked to find that if he was judged according to his values, he was the wrong one.

Let Lemmon die when he was still a human being, this is the right way to do it.

And why do I have this idea?

Ferdinand III punched himself hard in the head, forcing himself to wake up.

He stood up, looked at Lemmon on the ground hesitantly, and then said: "Protect him, I'll go find someone."

"Do you ask for help from those slimes? That is the power of the devil!"

"...No, it's a doctor, that's mortal power."

Afterwards, he strode towards the demigod space and found Leanna, who was learning medical skills from other medical students.

In the unfriendly eyes of a group of medical students, he looked down at the girl in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and finally knelt on one knee in front of him.

The slimes next to them were shocked.

"Is this a marriage proposal? This old man doesn't fix it!"

"In the Middle Ages, nobles seemed to be able to do this, but I still have to say, bah!"

"I don't agree with this marriage!"

"It seems that I didn't fight hard enough before! Old stuff, take care of me tonight, three legs beat you into two legs!"

Ferdinand III ignored these noisy slimes, lowered his head, and said seriously: "I know you hate me, but my subordinate was injured yesterday. He is still feverish now and may die at any time. I am. I beg you..."

"Are you an idiot!" Lianna shouted in disbelief.

"I know, this request is very embarrassing, but..."

"I mean, are you idiots! I was injured yesterday, why are you only coming to see a doctor now! Where is he, take me there!"

Ferdinand III looked at the angry girl in front of him in astonishment, feeling mixed with guilt in his heart.

He immediately stood up, wiped the wet corners of his eyes secretly, and then immediately took Lianna to rescue his subordinates.

The remaining doctor slimes looked at each other.

"I feel like we were taught a lesson by our own students."

"Well, it seems so. Actually, I don't want to control it, but it seems that if it is in reality, I should take care of it."

"Yes, but after the cure, you must find a chance to beat it back. If it doesn't work, you have to use the most painful method when removing the stitches."

"Well, yes, yes."

Leanna, who was taken to the knights' gathering place, quickly found the patient and immediately checked the situation of the other party.

After careful inspection, she said confidently: "Fever is only a superficial phenomenon, the essence is an infection caused by a wound, coupled with malnutrition and coldness."

"Can it be cured?" Ferdinand III asked nervously.

"Simply, use wine to clean the wound, apply some herbs, and keep the patient in a warm environment. The diet needs to keep up, try to use liquid food, preferably more meat."

Hearing Lianna's treatment plan, a group of knights bowed their heads in shame.

None of them.

Leanna raised her head, noticing the shame of the knights.

Looking around again, she saw the mess of building materials, the camp with no signs of burning, and immediately knew how useless these knights were.

But she didn't say anything, just got up and shouted at the camp of the fallen: "George!"

The strong man who was repairing the roof of a wooden house raised his head and waved to her.

"Call someone over to help, build a few wooden houses, and teach these knights how to make a fire by the way."

George glanced at these knights dissatisfied, but he still jumped directly from the roof, and brought a dozen burly men with him. He couldn't see that it was the fifteen or six-year-old fallen man who came to the knight camp.

This group of fallen people are physically strong and demonized so that they have extraordinary power ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This makes each of them a master of building houses with one as five.

They came to the camp in silence, and their indifferent eyes swept across the group of high knights, and then started to build houses with their homemade tools.

These fallen people have experience in building houses, plus the timber that has been cut down around them, and in half a day they built four simple wooden houses.

Although it was not enough for the knights to live in, it was enough to take turns in one day.

Then, a fallen man went into the woods, and soon returned with some dried leaves.

Picking up a piece of dry wood, he started rubbing **** the wood, and even afterimages appeared quickly.

A few minutes later, green smoke began to appear on the wood, and after sprinkling the dry leaves on the wood, he gently blew towards the rubbing position, and a ball of flame immediately appeared. The knights who watched were amazed.

Carefully added some leaves to the flame, he put the fire that started into the bonfire, and sprinkled some pieces of bark on it, and a bunch of bonfires burned smoothly.

Looking at the uncommon bonfire of the past, a group of knights exclaimed.

And Lianna cleaned up the wounds of the wounded with wine, applied herbs and then bandaged them.

After processing, she asked the knights to send the wounded into the wooden house, and then turned to face Ferdinand III: "Uncle, are you ready for the expenses?"

"...I don't have gold coins." Ferdinand III said plainly.

"There is no need for gold coins here, we are all using work in exchange for daily needs. Get ready, you have to work for us for a while." Lianna smiled slightly.