The old man in charge of healing wounds was very careful, they seemed to obey the old witch's command, this nervous old woman, not at all as careful as the doctors who would treat the wounds in the future, she used the shamanic roughness of the treatment perfectly.

I saw her grab the muddy herbs in the wooden bowl held by the maid beside her. First there was a burst of prayer, and then the herb was thrown onto Andrew's back in a casual way. Andrew snorted twice, presumably this method of treatment was uncomfortable.

Even so, only half of the chain mail on Andrew's back had been removed, and the other half was still stuck to the burned skin on his back.

"Romans, stand back."

Coldly, the familiar Latin language came from behind me, and I looked back and saw a man dressed and looking, they were not much different, but the hairstyle was not as rough as theirs. He was more of a citizen of Rome than the barbarians around him.

"You, Roman?"

I asked, pointing at him. After hearing this, he just shook his head, and there was no expression on his cold face, in layman's terms, this guy had a paralyzed face at first glance.

"You'd better get out of the way, after all, such a close distance prevents our sacrifice from healing your companions."

His lips opened and closed, and I was amazed that there was such a primitive tribe as fluent in Latin as he was, which was a real eye-opener.

So I listened to him, put down the sackcloth that had wiped Andrew's blood, and slowly retreated to his side.

At this time, Andrew's face was extremely pale, and it seemed that the pain caused by removing the chain mail was unbearable, and for Andrew, who was already weak after the ordeal, if it continued like this, I was afraid that an accident would really happen. But the witch and her men had no intention of stopping, and she nodded like the man with the chain mail in her hand, and began to sing hoarsely again.

"What is she talking about?"

I turned my head to the man who knew Latin, after all, they were so backward, and was it really okay to treat Andrew's back with a severe burn that basically covered his entire back?

"She's praying for your companion."

The guy replied bluntly, and such a big thing seemed unthinking to him.

"What? Prays! ”

I almost screamed, such a big thing to save people, you ask God? Then you might as well brush your face! Oh, these backward guys, there's really no way to communicate anything with them! These are all thoughts in my heart, I don't dare to say that, in case this guy translates what I just said to the people around him in their language, then it will be perfect, and I won't be able to run away from today's dinner!

If you say it's a blessing, there must be another way! I deceived myself in my heart, and my eyes only watched the every move of the guys around Andrew, for fear that they would tear off the chain mail with a big nerve, and then I bet that Andrew would be hurt to death.

"What to do, what to do!"

I was even more anxious and sweaty, and I really hated myself for not applying for a medical major, otherwise how could I be helpless when Andrew was on the verge of death!

And it began, and it began, and the witch did another strange dance, and circled and circled Andrew. What's even more strange is that this old witch sings a sentence, and these barbarians around me will take one sentence after another, and they sing and harmonize, and they make me confused, do you say that you are holding a song and dance meeting, or saving people?

The old man began to slowly pull the bloody chain mail again, and Andrew's face, which had just recovered a little blood, turned white again. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was enduring the extraordinary pain, and he was enduring it, holding back his own cries. His embarrassed appearance did not arouse the pity of the old man, and the masseter muscles on the old man's thin face gradually tightened, and he began to exert himself.

"Ahem-a-ka-ka!"

The chain mail was peeling off the flesh from Andrew's back, and the blood and scraps were pulled out little by little, because the flesh on his back began to turn white after being soaked in the river for too long. Andrew finally couldn't hold on anymore, and beads of sweat fell like raindrops. I saw tears even flowing from the corners of his eyes, it was so miserable, it was so miserable.

Looking at him in such pain, I really couldn't bear it, Andrew was so badly injured because of me. I wanted to go up again, even to hold his hand, but the barbarian stopped me and whispered to me, "The shrine maiden is asking the gods, and if you interrupt her at this time, you will anger the gods, and not only will your companion not be able to save you, but we will also be implicated!" ”

"What? God, I was praying for blessings just now! ”

Fuck you god, as a staunch supporter of atheism, he can't fool me at all, but this barbarian thinks so. Seeing the great difference of the times, I tolerated it, patiently, and made the decision with very, very great courage, that is, to choose to identify with these barbarians, after all, the only way to cure Andrew was in their hands.

The witch sprung up in front of the maid like a half-grown child, grabbed a handful of herbs from the wooden bowl, and slapped it on Andrew's bloody back.

"Ah!!h

Andrew screamed until his voice was hoarse, and soon he was limb and hung down on the table. This scream made my heart twist into a ball, where is this special treatment, this is obviously another torture!

"Enough! Hey, stop me, that's enough! ”

At last I couldn't take it anymore, and pushed away the Latin-speaking barbarian beside me, and strode forward, grabbing the old man's arm. yelled at him, "Enough! Don't you see how painful he is! ”

The old man was startled by my sudden roar, and he stared at me blankly, not only him, but also the old witch who stopped walking and howling, and everyone present was staring at me.

"Romans, you know what you're doing!"

The savage I had pushed away met me and fired at me.

"Didn't you see that my companion had fainted from pain!"

I could no longer hold back the anger in my heart, and I no longer feared the outwrightness of the barbarians, and I retorted, "Listen, I don't know what you're up to, but I know you're going to kill my companions!" ”

The old witch standing behind me glared at me and said a few words in her high-pitched voice, and the bastard who knew Latin immediately translated: "Our priest says that your current rude behavior has scared away the gods, so your companion can only die!" ”