Not long after the black-robed man walked out, a shout of killing sounded, obviously encountering a vicious battle.

It didn't matter to Walker, the drunkard, who still took a sip of wine from time to time.

Cohen is very concerned, the black-robed man tortured himself half-dead, and now his mouth hurts when he wants to move, and he wishes that the black-robed man would die in battle, which can be regarded as the retribution of this wicked man.

As the shouting gradually moved northeast, the sound became smaller and quieter, and nothing could be heard again, so Cohen took his mind back.

In the deep alley, the two people sent by Craig to pursue him were already two dead people who had fallen to the ground, and the drunkard Walker was still sitting there, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

The worst thing is Cohen, there are not a few good places on his body, most of them are blurred together, if ordinary people see it, they will definitely scream in fright.

Cohen endured the pain and asked curiously: "Senior, your wine pot is the size of a palm, how much wine can you store, I see that you have drunk a lot of sips, can you not finish it?"

"Inside, it's very big, it can hold a lot, fill it once, enough for me to drink for a day. ”

"Then when will you be able to drink this wine, and will you be able to save me?"

Cohen's current situation, even if he doesn't die of pain, sooner or later he will die of dry blood, and he must be healed as soon as possible.

Walker, the old drunkard, knew how to drink, and looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment, as if he didn't exist at all, and he had no choice but to ask for help.

"I almost forgot about you when I was drinking. ”

The old drunkard Walker stood up suddenly, patted his head vigorously, and continued: "Drinking is a mistake, you have to be treated immediately, otherwise you will definitely die, but I can kill people, but I can't save people, let me think about who to send to?"

Walker, the old drunkard, swayed and paced from side to side, thinking about how to arrange it, and as he walked, he said something in his mouth.

"Your injury is like this, it's not something that ordinary people can cure, you have to find a good doctor, it's best to find a light magician to help you treat it, but who can you find?"

"Edward will definitely be able to cure it, but the Holy See of Light is too far away from here, and if you send it there, it is estimated that this kid will be out of breath. ”

"Harris, he seems to be in Caesar's Empire, but I don't know where he is. ”

"That little guy in Terry seems to have become a great magician, and he has been stationed here, so it should be enough to find him. ”

"No, no, at that time, he stole Samuel's wine and gave it to Terry, causing him to clean the toilet for a month, what if he holds a grudge?"

......

Watching the old drunkard Walker walk around there, babbling incessantly, Cohen's heart literally collapsed.

When do you have to think about this? Just pick one and save yourself first.

But even though he was so anxious in his heart, Cohen didn't dare to say a word, this old drunkard was really weird.

It stands to reason that this is his life-saving benefactor, and Cohen should thank him well, but Cohen can't open his mouth at all.

This man is both good and evil, and he can't tell which camp he is, what kind of 'watchman' he calls himself, what is the watchman?

The Inquisitors of the Holy See of Light, the Nightcrawlers of the Dark Demon Temple, Cohen had heard of them, but he had never heard of any Watchers.

Wait, what is he talking about?

Edward, the Holy See of Light, it seems that the pope of the Holy See of Light is called Edward, isn't it going to meet someone.

Harris had heard of it, so he didn't care about him for now, but this Terry, who said that he should be the highest-level light magician in the branch of the Church of Light in the Caesar Empire, was also cheated by him.

Oh my God, who the hell is this?

It doesn't matter who he is, just keep talking like this, when will he come up with someone to find.

"You just find someone to heal me, don't think so much, just think of the nearest one who can treat me right away. ”

Cohen, who really can't stand it, can't care so much at the moment, it is important to save his life, use his best strength, and yell at the drunkard Walker.

"Yes, yes, yes, find the nearest first, I've really drunk too much. ”

The drunkard Walker didn't mutter anymore, looked around, and suddenly had an idea, this is near the Mason School of Magic, there must be a light magician in the academy, can't you send Cohen to it for treatment.

Without hesitation, he picked up Cohen and jumped hard, flying over the high courtyard wall.

Cohen said to himself: "Finally saved." ”

The thought in my heart that had been supporting me to stay awake finally dissipated, and I couldn't support it, so I fainted directly.

When I woke up again, I didn't know what time it was, but I saw that it was pitch black, and I thought it should be night.

In October, there is a big difference between the temperature of day and night, and the night is as cold as water, and I don't know that there is a gust of wind blowing there, bringing a chill.

In the dark of night, Cohen couldn't see where he was, he only felt that he was lying on a bed, but the quilt only covered the lower half of his body, but the upper half of his body was exposed.

I wanted to pull the quilt up with my hands, but I found that I couldn't move at all, and my whole body was wrapped in bandages, and it hurt to move it slightly.

"Anyone?"

The weak voice was particularly loud in this quiet night, but there was no response.

It seemed that it was too late, people were sleeping, and Cohen screamed a few more times, but there was still no one and had to let the cool breeze blow.

Based on my previous memories, I thought that this should be in the Mason School of Magic, covered with bandages, and I have been treated, which is already good, and my life has finally been saved.

Cohen thought: When the body recovers in the future, I must thank the drunkard Walker and the people who saved him.

A wave of sleepiness hit, and Cohen was too weak after all, and fell into a deep sleep again.

In a hazy way, I felt something touch my body.

Cohen was shocked that it was actually a pair of hands.

In the middle of the night, a pair of hands touched his body?

Cohen is now weak, it is difficult to even move, and he has no ability to resist at all, so he naturally does not dare to move.

The person who appeared at this point in time would not be a good person in the future, and he must have a plan.

Before figuring out the intentions of the former person, it is better to wait and see what happens.

"Just say that you want to come earlier, but if you don't listen, look, someone has taken the lead, and the gold coins on his body have been taken. ”

"We are one-in-a-million magicians, don't know money, money, money all day long, and when we become magicians, there will be many people rushing to give us money. ”

"Return the magician, do your spring and autumn dreams, in another year, if we can't become an intermediate magician, we will be kicked out of the school, and the best way out is to work in the magic union. ”

"So we have to find a way to become an intermediate magician as soon as possible. ”

"So what are we going to do here instead of meditating?"

"Looking for the baby. ”

"What baby?"

"It allows us to become the baby of promotion quickly. ”