Chapter 219: Pharmacist

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Jason glanced at Katyusha, and now she was frowning.? ? Bayi Middle School? Wen???.

He said, "Do you understand? ”

"I don't understand."

"That's why I mean when I say I know Travis. Weapons, tactics, and all these things have nothing to do with him, they have to do with it. This is his medical room. ”

"Infirmary?" Katyusha asked.

The boy explained: "Travis doesn't like to fight. He made Stricker a master when he first started playing, but he didn't like that. So he sold the master to me. He was a physician and not a hater. I mean, he's a magic healer at level 49. Do you know how awesome it will make him? He's the best, he's great. ”

"A doctor?"

"That's the name of his incarnation. Medicas, the foreign word means 'doctor'. ”

"It's Latin." Boleyn said.

"Ancient Rome?" Jason asked.

"Yes, but Travis' other professions are herb growing and pharmaceutical. People come here to treat their illnesses like a doctor's office. ”

"Doctor?" Katyusha thought thoughtfully. She stood up from her desk, retrieved the bare paper she had taken from Travis's room, and looked through it. Ray was right,...... In these photographs are human bodies that have been mutilated, and Katyusha is not a victim of a crime, but the body of a patient undergoing surgery. The surgery was well done and the technique was very precise.

Jason continued, "Characters from all over Aria came to see him, and even the game's designers knew about him. They also consulted him for the purpose of generating non-player characters. He became a complete legend. He made tens of thousands of gold by developing these potions, buffers, life regeneration instruments, and strength spells. ”

"Real money?"

"Oh, of course, he's selling these things on eBay. That's how I got Stricker. ”

Katyusha remembered the safe they had found under the boy's bed. It turns out that this is how the money in it is earned.

Jason banged on the screen, "Oh, there? He pointed to a glass box containing a gold rod and a crystal ball at one end, "That's a healing scepter." He tracked it about 5o times to get his hands on it. In the game "Trace of Wisson", no one has ever gotten it before. Jason squeezed his eyes, "He almost lost it once."

......," a look of panic swept over his face, "it was a chaotic night. ”

The boy's tone sounded as if the incident was a real-life tragedy.

"Actually, it's Medicas, me and some of the characters in our family who are on a tracking mission in the southern mountains. This mountainous area is about 3 miles high and is full of dangers. We are looking for a sacred tree called the 'Pole Eye Tree'. The tracking was good, and we found the home of Ianna, the elven diva. Everyone had heard of her but never met

Pass. She is famous. ”

"She's a non-player character, right?" Boleyn asked.

He prompted Katyusha: "A non-player character is a character that is generated by the game itself. ”

Jason seemed a little unhappy about describing the character in this way, "but her generation algorithm is fantastic!" You don't know of any kind of online bot that can be generated. ”

The professor nodded apologetically, giving in.

"When we got there, we stopped and talked about things. She told us about the Polar Eye Tree and how to find it. Suddenly, we were attacked by the Northern Corps. Everyone was fighting, and the bastard shot the queen with a special arrow. She's going to die. Travis tried to revive her, but his treatment was to no avail. He then decided to be reborn. No, we told him not to do that! But he did it anyway. ”

The boy said in a very respectful tone, and even Katyusha felt herself leaning forward, her legs shaking a little from nervousness. Boleyn stared at her.

"What's that, Jason? Go on. ”

"Okay, when a person is dying, you can surrender your life force to the entity in the highest realm. This is called rebirth. These entities begin to suck your life force and then deliver it to the dying person. Maybe before your life force is consumed, that person has already come back to life. But in general, your life force will be depleted, and you will die, and they will die. The result is that you will only have to die because you will be reborn, and you will lose everything. I mean, that includes everything you do and everything you win, all your points, all your resources, all your prestige, everything you've been playing this game for. All of a sudden, these things were gone. If Travis dies, he

will lose his scepter, his house, his pegasus...... He had to start over like a newbie. ”。

"Did he do that?"

Jason nodded: "He almost ran out of life force, and the queen came back to life." She kissed him. It's a miracle! The elves have joined us in beating the Northern Legion to the ground. Hey, it was a boiling night and we won big. Every player of this game is still talking about it now. ”

Katyusha nodded, "Okay, Jason, you're offline." :

"Hey, don't you want to keep playing? You've just found a sense of how to move. ”

"Maybe we'll talk about it later."

The boy taps the key, and the game closes.

Katyusha glanced at her watch, "Jon, could you please send Jason home?" I'm going to find someone. ”

"Please let me meet Catelyn."

"You are?" Virginia Gardner asked. She is the mother of the girl who survived the car accident on June 9.

Katyusha introduced herself: "I talked to your daughter at summer school that day. ”

"Oh, you're the female officer. You arranged for a guard for Caitlin in the hospital that day, and one outside our house. ”

"No, I ......"

"Is he nearby?" The woman asked, a little out of breath, and looked around. ”

"No, he's not around. I'd like to ask your daughter a few more questions. ”

The woman invited Katyusha into the porch of Carmel's large, modern house. Katyusha remembered that Caitlyn planned to attend medical school at a prestigious university. No matter what her dad or mom did, it seemed like they could afford the tuition.

Katyusha looked at the spacious living room. On the walls are striking abstract paintings, two large with black and yellow spikes, and one with blood-red spots. She looked uncomfortable.