When I opened the door and saw Chelsea bleeding from his right arm, I felt ...... Maybe I should charge him some private fees.

"Earl Chelsea - I think your family should have a healing mage as an aperture."

Chelsea's expression was grim, he looked up at me and then slid to the ground against the door frame, gasping for breath.

……

I was stunned and quickly squatted down and helped him into the house.

☆★☆

I examined the wound on his right arm, which was already black, and the wounds that were either bruises or abrasions on a regular day were far from poisoning.

He first washed the blood stains and wounds with medicinal potions, and then gathered the pale green elemental mass in his hand and pressed it against his wound. The pale green elemental mass quickly turned black, and I pinched it apart and gathered it back together for healing.

After going back and forth like this for a dozen times, the pale green elemental mass did not turn black again, and the blood flowing from the wound also turned back to bright red, but the crack was still hideous.

After crushing a few turquoise-green elemental cores and urging them into Chelsea's body, I bandaged his wounds.

Seeing that I had finished treating the wound, he reached out and grabbed my sleeve and said, "Is it okay...... Give me some more, healing elemental nuclei? ”

Healing Elemental Nucleus? Didn't you just urge those elemental fragments into his body? What is he going to do. Don't......

I turned my head slightly, pretending to be bandaged, while glancing at him with my peripheral vision. His lips were pale, but the corners of his lips were upturned in satisfaction, and his cheeks were tinged with a strange flush.

Seeing him like this, I was suddenly shocked in my heart.

"Ahem......" He coughed twice, his face became a little stiff, as if he sensed something, and he withdrew his hand.

"With your current physical condition, you can only absorb a maximum of three elemental cores." I took the thin blanket from the side and covered it with him, saying, "Absorbing too much is not good for the wound." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw Chelsea's hands tremble a little, and then he fell backwards like a force of detachment, his eyes slightly closed, his curly eyelashes long, dense, and he looked very tired.

His wound was cut by the wind mage's wind blade, and as for the poison ...... It's just a general poison.

I think he may have been attacked by a combination of a wind mage and a healing mage to become like this.

As to why he was attacked, and who attacked him, I don't care, and I have no interest in asking.

Because...... I've got something even more interesting.

He had been injured many times before, and I thought it was because he had too poor balance, or because he was born with a sadistic fetish, but now it seems that ...... The Earl of Chelsea, the head of the Warblade Mercenary Regiment, seems to be addicted to healing magic.

The treatment of magic addiction is very similar to that of medicine, and people who suffer from this condition will get a sense of pleasure in the repeated process of being injured → being cured by healing magic.

They are obsessed with the miraculous effects of healing magic, and some people even have fantasies about "immortality".

The Earl of Chelsea should be very able to control his own needs in this regard, if he hadn't come to me for treatment three times and twice, and he was still suffering from poisoning and thirsting for elemental cores today, I probably wouldn't have thought about this aspect.

☆★☆

When I woke up at dawn the next day, Chelsea was gone, and some of the usual potions I had piled up on the porch shelves were gone, leaving only a bottle of Grenache and a dark red letterhead on the table.

"Thank you. Next time you come, let's have a drink together. ”

The letter was very concise, just like that of him.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the window, and my eyes ached with the light, and then there was a knock on the wooden door, and it was the voice of Bednar in my ears.

- "Koloe, are you there?" ”

I walked over and pulled the door open, only to bump into a cold, hard object with my nose.

"Ahh Bena quickly retracted his hand and said with some embarrassment, "I'm ...... I want to surprise you. Look, you want to drink Grenache. ”

I rubbed my nose and looked at Bena's "it's over, it's messed up" look and felt a little coke.

"Come in, you haven't been here in a while." I said as I led Bednar into the room. When he saw the Grenache on the table, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Western University 6...... Is there Grenache too? He said, "Or did you ask the merchant group to take it with you?" ”

'Chelsea were here yesterday.' I gestured to my arm: "He's injured here, I'll treat him, and he left this bottle of wine when he left." ”

Bena nodded: "I see...... If I had known that he had brought it to you first, I would have brought you something else. ”

I glanced at him, turned around and brought a dirty bag from the hearth, and said to him, "Hey, Bena, let's go hunting now, and make Burke beans for the evening." I've got the bolognese sauce you left over from last time. ”

Bena was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his originally drooping mouth instantly raised: "Okay." ”

☆★☆

Bednar's archery skills are very good, and with his physique and ability, many things like this don't require a lot of fighting spirit.

It was also because of his excellent skills that after getting along with him for a long time, I learned that he was a fighter with the thunder attribute.

…… I really can't believe that his vindictive attribute is thunder. After all, in my long memory, the descriptions of thunder attribute fighters in books are all "tyrannical", "willful", "dictatorial" and "self".

Benna, on the other hand, is "generous", "gentle", "kind" and "loyal".

- At least, that's what happened to me.

After wandering in the woods all day, we caught a lot of prey and brought back some herbs along the way.

☆★☆

The smell of the steamed Burke beans on the pot suddenly made me feel a little embarrassed as I sat on the sidelines and watched Bednar deftly and neatly clean up the ingredients......

I'm ...... Let the guests prepare my food for me......

"That...... Is there anything I can do to help? I stood up and walked behind Bednar to look at the food he was cooking.

"Want to help?" Bednar put down the cream in his hand and handed me a small pumpkin: "Then peel and seed this." ”

Shelling? I nodded, picked up the knife from the table, walked to the side, and slowly sharpened it.

"By the way, last time you said that you would use 'Saint Louise Flower' to make a potion, how is your research going?" Bednar asked.

I slashed along the texture of the pumpkin and replied to him, "Somehow, ...... When the flowers of St. Louise are freshly picked, they can be used directly to make a potion, and these stamens can make a potion, which can strengthen the body. - Hundreds of times diluted, of course.

"As you can see, the rabbits I raise here are very healthy."

"I didn't think you could actually make a potion out of the 'Holy Louise Flower'......"

……

After chatting with Bednar for a while, the things were almost ready, and the table was full of fragrant dishes, and the smell even attracted Alva next door.

He couldn't get enough of the rabbit meat made by Bena, and he ate the hays so much that he didn't even have time to speak.

Bena is more fond of pumpkin cream soup, although he knows that it is his craft, but

…… Because I handle the ingredients, I still think that I must have a lot to do with the soup because it's so fragrant.

After the meal, Bennar and I were going to take out the precious Grenache for tasting, but who knew that the two bottles of Grenache looked exactly the same, and there was really no difference, so we had to pick one bottle at random.

I thought I could have a big drink with three people. But Alva couldn't stand the smell of wine, so he hurried back to his house, and took the plate of rabbit meat with him before leaving......

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