Tempted by the double lure of "healing potions" and "holy water", Hancock relented, and he eventually agreed to take Thomas and the others to the Legion's camp.

Sitting on chocobos and running all the way, as he approached the camp, Hancock turned back and reconfirmed the outfits of the next two "witches" at the moment.

The black veil obscured the delicate faces of Alyssa and the others.

In this regard, Hancock nodded silently, as long as these two witches did not deliberately leak it, then this camp trip should be able to cope with it!

Then Hancock looked back at Thomas, who was bandaged around his head, well, this one is fine!

"Remember, the airship that delivered the letter this time was Gu Ya...... Ancient Asian transport team, how can the name be so tongue-twisting. Forget it's not a problem, the captain of the Guya convoy is Lord Edward, Thomas, you shut up for me later, don't say a word! ”

Hancock once again unifies his voice to the crowd, causing a group of people to nod in agreement.

The camp of the partisan regiment was quite rudimentary.

A few rows of improvised wooden piles encircled the camp, which was what Hancock called the camp.

It's outrageous.

In the entire camp, there was only one gray-black tent similar to the color of the earth, which stood in the center of the camp, guarded by the soldiers of the guerrilla legion.

This is not the Legion Commander's Tent, this is the Medic's Medic.

After passing the inspection of several soldiers at the gate, Edward and the others entered the camp, and a strong stench came to their faces, the sour smell of sweat, the stench of excrement, and the strange smell of roasted meat mixed together, which was disgusting.

Edward was slightly stunned, glanced at the fire outside the medical tent where no one was going to roast the fire, and then looked at the soldiers lying on the ground in the humble camp.

Listening to the moans of pain surrounding his ears, Edward was silent for a moment before waving his hand, and a soft wind blew by, and in an instant the air in the camp was refreshed, and the pungent stench disappeared.

Hancock, who was walking beside Edward, was slightly stunned, but soon he shook his head, it seemed that the young brother was a magician.

Did you use magic to drive away the air and replace it? Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Hancock gave a relieved expression.

In fact, there are many mages in the camp who can do it with magic to blow away the stench, but these mages have long since lost the strength to do such a thing, and the magic power used for combat is no longer enough, so how can they waste their magic power on improving the living environment!

In the camp, it is shameful to waste mana.

However, Edward was not a member of the Legion, so Edward was willing to help clean the air in the camp, and Hancock was naturally quite welcome.

After seeing the expression on the face of the soldier sleeping on the ground relaxed, Hancock turned his head to look at the little boy beside him and thanked him heartily: "Thank you." ”

Edward nodded slightly, and after following Hancock for a few steps again, Edward suddenly turned his head to look at the gray-black tent with a solemn gaze, and after a little thought, Edward left Hancock, who was leading the way, and walked in the direction of the gray tent.

“…… Well? Hancock walked and noticed the anomaly, and he turned his head to look, and immediately saw that Edward was four or five meters away from him.

"Lord Edward, you have made a mistake!"

Edward was a provider of healing potions and holy water, and maintained a certain respect for Edward and Hancock.

Edward didn't seem to hear Hancock's call, and he just walked towards the treatment camp step by step.

The closer I got to the tent, the louder the painful moans became.

At Edward's feet were wounded men wrapped in all kinds of bandages, they looked up at the sky, their empty eyes were lifeless, and many of them had lost the courage to live.

So far, barely less than 5% of people have survived, so in a guerrilla camp, being infected with corpse poison almost means death!

Going to die, going to die......

The shadow of despair looms over these soldiers infected with corpse poison, who go from fear to despair, from despair to numbness, and finally become puppet-like beings, staring blankly at the drowsy sky.

Edward took it upon himself to lift the curtain of the treatment camp and break into it.

There were three beds in the tent, and several medical soldiers in dark green robes and covered in blood were busy around the three beds.

At this moment, a middle-aged medical soldier with monocles stood up from his desk, looked at the starless young man lying on the bed, and sighed.

"It's hopeless, let's prepare for cremation."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged medical soldier, several people who were busy on the side paused, and a gloomy light flashed in their eyes, and then they cheered up again and started to treat the others.

Jia ...... Dr. Jobs, I ...... I really ......" The young man lying in the hospital bed, with pale cheeks and blank eyes, finally regained some spirit after hearing the middle-aged man's diagnosis, and then he broke down, and dry tears flowed again.

"Don't want to die, don't want to die......"

No one wanted to die, but there was no way, the corpse poison had completely spread, and Dr. Jobs no longer had the ability to save the other party.

Listening to the young man's whispering, Jobs sighed and said, "Do you have any wishes, it is better to be simple." ”

"Faith! Letter! The eyes of the dying man burst into a bright light.

"Letter?" Dr. Jobs was stunned, then he frowned.

Of course, Dr. Jobs knew what the young man was talking about, but the problem was that as the head of the medical corps in the camp, Jobs had received a notice from the Legion Commander early on, and the Nathan Transport Regiment, which had previously delivered the letter, did not know what had been done, and was now wanted by the Kingdom.

This time the letter may have to wait a long time before a new convoy of transports that are not afraid of death arrives.

Jobs was silent, and glanced back at his assistant beside him.

Now I can only find a previous letter to make up the number. Jobs couldn't help but sigh.

"The letter is here, wait a minute!" Just when Jobs and his assistant had a headache, Hancock, who followed Edward into the medical tent, hurriedly pulled out the tin box from behind him and walked quickly to the hospital bed.

Hancock glanced at the young man on the hospital bed, immediately opened the mailbox, and began to rummage through the names of the young man on the hospital bed while constantly muttering: "Kleist, Kleist......"

While Hancock was looking for the youth's letters, Edward crowded into the youth's bedside.

Edward looked down to see that the young man's face had been stripped naked, and he was naked with only a pair of boxers covering the last of his privacy.

On the young man's body, the wound on the right shoulder is grayish-white, while the young man's body is showing a transformation from white to bruised, and this color spreads half of the young man's body!

"Who is this? Child? Dr. Jobs was stunned to see Edward, who was like a little bean, huddle in front of him. How can there be children in a guerrilla camp?

"Look good, study hard!" Edward glanced back at Dr. Jobs calmly, and grabbed a small scalpel in one hand, and the flame crept up on the blade.

The flame of holiness burned, and the filthy scalpel immediately became as good as new.

Under Jobs's horrified gaze, Edward did not stop, directly waved the scalpel in his hand, and quickly cleaned the erosive wound on the young man's shoulder.

Edward raised his hand and summoned a bottle of low-concentration holy water, pouring it on the young man's wound while cutting off the dead flesh on the young man's shoulder.

The holy water was poisoned by corpses, and green smoke came out of the young man's wounds, which immediately made the young man clench his teeth in pain, but the young man on the hospital bed couldn't move.

The thick straps of the hospital bed locked the young man to the hospital bed early.

"Hey! Wait, what are you doing!? "For the doctor, an inexplicable person suddenly broke into his treatment and snatched his scalpel is undoubtedly something that makes the doctor indignant and frown.

At this time, Jobs didn't have time to care about Edward's small or not, he anxiously watched Edward's operation, intending to snatch the scalpel from Edward's hand.

How can the dead be treated like this!

"Look at it and study it well." Edward didn't look back, and a pale golden curtain of light directly blocked Dr. Jobs' approaching hand.

Edward's movements were fast, and soon on the young man's wound, bright red blood flowed out.

Edward glanced at the bright red blood flowing from it, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The young man on the hospital bed was rescued!

Thinking like this, Edward raised his hand and patted the young man with a healing technique, so the shoulders of the young man, who originally looked extremely hideous, began to heal super-quickly with the naked eye under the gaze of Jobs and the others.

Edward, who had undergone an operation specifically for Jobs, turned around and looked at Dr. Jobs and asked, "Have you learned?" ”

Asked by Edward, Jobs turned back from his horror and looked at Edward, and then at the scabbed wound on Kleist's shoulder......

Jobs swallowed and said, "No." ”

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