Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Thinking of what the stragglers said before, her sense of crisis soared.

It's really not long before the stragglers become gods, and their movements have to be accelerated. I hope that Al Heisen is ready.

......

"Then are you going back to live with me during this time?" Yamon looked sideways at Tavernaer beside him.

"My current state is not stable yet. It is better to have someone around me staring at me."

There was no worry about herself at all in Tavenal's words, as if she was talking about someone who had nothing to do with her.

"Then you're already like this, why don't you stay honest? You said that if I hadn't come, you would still be wandering around in the desert."

"It doesn't affect much. That's also in my plan. When you come, I naturally have a new plan. Anyway, we will end up by different routes in the end."

When Tavernaar said this, his tone was quite confident.

It's as if she's caught up with all the clues and where the story is headed next, and prepared accordingly.

Yamon glanced at her, turned his head, and said nothing more.

When she returned to the house she had rented, Leila was also at home.

"Something seems to have happened in the Order Academy recently, and we have suspended classes." Layla mopped the floor listlessly, as if she would fall asleep in a second.

"Listening to the class? Why didn't I know?" Yamon was a little surprised. She logged into Void and checked to make sure she didn't miss any news.

"It's just that the Minglun faction has suspended classes, and other factions are still normal..."

Layla rubbed her eyes, "It seems that there is something wrong with our textbooks, and we need time to correct them, so we give all Minglun students a holiday..."

This explanation is completely unreasonable. Even if there is a problem with the course, all the staff should not be suspended. This is more like a measure by the upper echelons of the Holy Order against the Minglun sect.

Yamon is now proficient in thinking about these questions, and soon became suspicious.

"I always feel that something is not right, but my instructor told me not to ask, just come back and stay for a few days, saying that special strategies need to be adopted during special times."

"I have to go back to study, even if I'm at home on vacation, I can't slack off, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with other people..."

After Laila finished speaking, she returned to her room in a daze.

Tavernar looked at her leaving back with deep eyes.

Chapter 290 The Art of Talking

In Taverner's view, the suspension of classes by the Minglun School can be regarded as a side verification of some things.

As the employer of the expedition team 50 years ago, the great sage Azar personally experienced that dream, so he is naturally aware of the false starry sky.

He has an arrogant personality, but being arrogant doesn't mean being stupid.

A fool cannot be a great sage.

Therefore, even if he didn't know the whole story immediately, he would always be aware of what happened to the Minglun scholars in the Holy Order.

It's just a matter of time.

It now appears that he did notice.

And also made corresponding measures.

But suspending classes is a bit too... a trivial matter.

Is this really a problem that school closures can solve?

Tavernaar guessed that the great sage who had only heard about it through various media and hadn't actually seen it, if it was him, what would he do?

The day passed quickly.

Tavernaar received a message from Zakaria at night, knowing that tomorrow someone will invite the mysterious person who can heal people with divine power to his door, and the address is not far from Sumi City.

On the second day, she confirmed her condition, which was fairly stable, and she shouldn't have such a bad thing that she fell ill halfway and failed.

However, in order to ensure the possibility of accidents, Tavenal still brought Yamon who was eager to try.

When he came to a three-story steeple-roofed residence outside Sumeru City, Tavenal saw that the door of the house was open, and there were still people standing at the door.

Tavernaar asked Yamon to wait a little far away, and he turned into the appearance of Doctor Tavier and walked straight forward.

"Hi, I'm Tavier, a doctor at the Health Home, and I'm here to give patients a free check-up at Zakaria's request."

She specifically emphasized the word "free".

The guard on the face of the middle-aged woman at the door disappeared a lot, but she still repeatedly checked whether it was really free and whether there would be other charges in the future.

Tavernaar answered patiently over and over again.

She was quite aware of the other party's psychology. It was nothing more than that she didn't want to spend money, so she heard that someone could see a doctor for free, so she moved over.

Just like in some relatively feudal and backward areas, the first reaction after getting sick is not to go to the hospital, but to try various folk remedies.

Tavernaar has a clear understanding of this point. Not everyone is educated, but in the kingdom of Sumeru, the god of wisdom, there will still be such people among the common people. It can only be said that the popularization of general education is still not enough. in place.

However, if you think about Sumi’s void system carefully, knowledge is a resource here, and it is managed by the Holy Order. People of different levels can access limited knowledge in the void, so the result is not so difficult to understand.

After confirming that Tavernaer really did not charge money, the other party was relieved, and took Tavernaer into the home and brought him to the patient with the mentality of not taking advantage of the advantage.

The patient sat on a chair beside the bed, staring out of the window without focus, and did not respond to anyone coming in.

"I heard from Zakaria that you have sought treatment from a person who can borrow divine power before. What did that person say?" Tavernaar asked.

"It is said that half of the spirit is not in the body, so I am often in a daze, but every time I am treated, it can remain normal for a period of time." The middle-aged woman organized her words, and then asked:

"Doctor, look at my son's situation. Is there any longer-term solution?"

"Yes, but you need to wait until your son returns to normal next time before starting the treatment, which requires his own cooperation." Tavernall frowned a little embarrassed.

"It's just a coincidence. The priest from last time will come over today. When he comes, my son will wake up soon. Then you can continue to treat him."

The middle-aged woman beamed with joy, and the more she thought about this arrangement, the more satisfied she became.

Tavernaar was also very satisfied, showing a very kind smile: "That's really great, I just happen to have nothing else to do today, so I can wait."

If it was Tavenal who offered to stay and wait for the result, the woman might become vigilant and suspicious again, but if the proposal was made by the woman on her own initiative, then there would be no problem.

Tavernaar waited at the family's home, and learned that the woman had two daughters, one was working in Sumeru City, and the other was married. They were busy, and usually there were only the woman and her son at home. .

The son used to work at the pier, but since he fell ill a few days ago, he has been recuperating at home. If he drags on, his job will probably disappear, and the woman is worried about it.

Not long after waiting, someone knocked on the door.

"I was delayed on the road for a while, how is the patient's condition?"

The man who walked in the door was tall and tall, he was middle-aged, his hair was slightly thinning, and he was wearing a robe with a white background and gold trim.

However, believers of the evil god obviously did not recognize Taverner's current appearance. After all, it seemed that Taverner and Tavel were not the same person at all, regardless of height or gender.

So he just nodded slightly to the woman, and ignored Tavenal.

"It can be regarded as waiting for you. His distraction has become more and more serious recently. I have been crying every night. When do you think this disease will end..."

The middle-aged woman talked about her hardships, and also brought the man to the room, and Tavernall followed behind, intending to see how he treated the man.

"Who is this?" The cultist looked at Tavenal who followed him in naturally, and his eyes fell on the passer-by for the first time after entering the room.

"This is...a relative of mine who is coming to Sumeru City recently, so he will stay at my house for a while."

Before the woman could wait for Tavernal to introduce herself, she snatched the conversation, and at the same time winked at Tavernal, hinting frantically.

Probably because he was afraid that the cult member who got medical treatment for free would get angry and leave, Tavernal smiled and nodded understandingly, like a country boy returning to the city for the first time, with a simple and honest face.

"Wait outside." The cultist explained coldly, without giving any room for discussion, he walked towards the person sitting on the chair by the bed.

The woman looked at Tavernal, a little embarrassed.

"or......"

"I understand, too many people will affect the performance, and it's not good to disturb the gods." Tavernaar's words sounded reasonable at first glance, but when they reached the ears of the cultists, the taste changed a bit.You must know that not long ago, their god was indeed disturbed by a weird girl, which to some extent broke the image of the god in his mind as omnipotent.

These words brought back not-so-good memories for him. As soon as he got angry, he turned his head and said bluntly:

"No need, just watch it if you want, my lord's grace, others are honored to see it, I will give you a lot of insight."

Chapter 291 The Leading Party

Since this is what you asked for yourself...

Tavernal's smile deepened, "Then I have to keep my eyes open and watch carefully."

"Hmph." With a cold snort, the cultist turned to the patient again, and pulled out a dead branch from the sleeve of his robe.

The dead branch is quite strange, the surface is dry and cracked, but there are still a few emerald green leaves growing on the tip, the breath of life and death appear on one thing at the same time.

Tavernaar raised his eyebrows, watching the opponent's movements intently, his body was ready.

In the previous contact, Tavernaar had obtained some information about the Lord of Dreamland.

At that time, she said that next time, if they make contact again, they will be able to directly lock the other party's coordinates from the field of mysticism.

I didn't expect this opportunity to come so quickly.

Seeing Tavenal's expectant expression, the cultist put his thumb on a leafless tip of a branch, and without seeing him forcefully, a little red flowed down the branch.

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, but this cultist seemed to have no pain, and did not even frown. He kept pressing his fingers on the tip of the branch, allowing the blood to flow out little by little.

And the blood also violated the physical characteristics, like a red earthworm, actively surrounding the corners of the branches, and finally the entire trunk of the branches turned red, leaving only the two emerald green leaves.

No matter how weird this scene looked, it didn't look like a formal ceremony at all.

Tavernaar raised his chin towards the woman, and the meaning of the question was self-evident.

He's been doing this all along?

The middle-aged woman made a booing gesture, then turned her head and continued to watch the treatment process of the cultist, with more expectation on her face, she seemed to be used to this scene now.

Tavernaar also turned around again, pressing the source of patience.

A moment passed, and as the cultist chanted the mantra in a low voice, something was approaching in the dark.

Tavernall lifted his spirits and came.

......

Yamon looked at the house, it had been a long time since Tavenal entered.

After that, another person entered, with a mysterious look, and Yamon guessed that it was Tavernaar's target.

She hid it so well that the man didn't notice her.

According to what Tavenal explained in advance, she just needs to stay outside and not let anything leave.

I have to say that stalking like this is indeed a bit boring, but Yamon is full of patience.

She always has extra patience for the things that Tavernaar told her.

While concentrating on it like this, Yamon keenly felt the approach of a familiar force.

She quickly found the source of the familiarity, and subconsciously began to salivate.

That was the food I had devoured and transformed...familiar food...

very hungry......

Yamon only felt that he was hungry like never before.

How long had it been since she had decent food?

Tavernaar waited quietly, and the source was secretly surging at the bottom, like a hunter lurking beside a trap, waiting for the prey to step into his hunting range.

A tiny spiritual tentacle squeezed out from the space, swinging towards the cultist.

That is something that human naked eyes cannot directly see, but Tavernaar can see it clearly.

This time she didn't hesitate, and opened up the source faster than every time before.

The invisible cloud and mist occupied the entire space in an instant, and time seemed to freeze inside. Everyone in the room except Tavernall seemed to be frozen and stopped there.

It was obviously an invisible and qualityless mist, but at this moment, it seemed to have turned into a sticky glue. The tentacle was frozen in the air, and it was no longer free to expand and contract.

Tavernal didn't get careless just because the first step was successfully captured, and every subsequent action was as orderly as if it had been designed in advance, dismantling the tentacles bit by bit, and analyzing them thoroughly.

All of a sudden, relevant directions and messy knowledge swarmed in her mind at the same time, and they were broken down and carried by the "Book of Narratives". Her mind remained the same as before, without being shaken in the slightest.

The benefits of being involved in the torrent of memory from time to time in the past few days became apparent at this time. Her mental threshold continued to rise, and her acceptance of a lot of information was very good.