Chapter Ninety-Five: Divine Healing

When I woke up, it was already dark. On the bed next to him, Walker was gone. I think I should go to the secret hall of Ironforge Castle to sense and learn about the Holy Light.

Vane got dressed and went to the first floor of the inn. It seems that the first floor of all the inns in Azeroth is a place for travelers to eat, but at the time Vane came down, there was no one on the first floor anymore. Wayne slowly found a clean spot and sat down and shouted, "Hey, I want to eat." ”

"Here we are." The back hall of the inn replied in a loud voice, and then the dwarf waiter ran out of the back hall of the inn: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Bring me some porridge, remember not to put meat in it." Vane reminded the waiter.

"No problem." The waiter nodded suddenly, then turned to the back hall and shouted, "A porridge, don't put meat." ”

After shouting, the waiter turned around and said, "You wait a minute, I'll go and bring the porridge you want." ”

After saying that, he ran back to the back hall. Vane looked at the hurried waiter, a little surprised. He got up and quietly followed the waiter into the back hall of the inn, where he saw that the innkeeper had a severe burn on one of his hands. The pain made his steamed buns sweat. The waiter was beside the cook and said to him, "Let me come, you go to the priest for treatment." ”

"Don't worry, you have to treat it sooner or later anyway, I'll get the porridge that the guests want first." Although the cook was sweating in pain, he was stubborn and had to make porridge first.

"You'd better stop for a while." Vane spoke then.

The waiter heard someone else behind him, and turned around to see Vane standing there talking to the two of them.

"How did you get in. This is not the place where guests should be. The waiter said to Vane angrily.

"Quite simply, I'm a priest." Vane didn't care at all, and said to the two dwarves with a slight smile.

"What? Are you a pastor? The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then doubted: "Are you really a priest at such a young age?" I know you're not a full-grown High Elf. ”

"I'm a pastor or not, and you'll find out after I treat him." Vane replied to the waiter, turned to the chef and said, "Raise your hand." ”

The chef didn't say anything when he heard this, and directly raised his injured arm. Then Vane used the magic of his memory to heal minor injuries. Suddenly, golden light enveloped the chef's injured arm, and under Vane's mental control, this magic used almost all of its effects.

Heal Minor Injuries: This DND spell heals 1 to 3 damage. But what is the concept of 1 to 3 damage? According to DND, a fish-man's life is only about 4 points. In this comparison, 1 to 3 damage points are easier to understand.

With the full power of this magic technique, healing the wound on the chef's arm was a breeze. I saw that the chef's arm was visible to the naked eye, and it was restored to its original state. The expression on his face was no longer grinning: "Great, my arm is fine." Wait, little one, I'll make you porridge. Do you want to order anything else? This meal I please. ”

The dwarven chef happily shouted to Vane, who waved his hand and said, "No, I'm already full with a bowl of porridge." ”

"You're welcome, guest, he's the owner of this inn. Everything here is up to him. The waiter also said to Vane at this time.

"Nope." Vane shook his head and said, "I'm not polite, I really can only eat so much." No matter how much is left, there is no need to do anything else. ”

The chef waited for Vane to finish speaking, then turned his head and took a large look at Vane's figure, and suddenly said: "It seems that you really can't eat much, you high elves are already thin, not as strong as our dwarves." And you're an underage High Elf, so you'll have even less to eat. ”

"That's right. That's the way it is, so there's no need to do anything more. Vane nodded, then turned to the waiter and asked, "Do you know that there are herbs sold around here?" ”

"Herbs?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Although this thing can be picked everywhere, most of them are picked when they go out, and then purchased by merchants and transported to dwarfs or humans and you high elves to sell. Go to the market in town and ask who specializes in buying herbs. You can try to buy some from there. ”

Vane listened to the waiter's words and was stunned. Yesterday, he and Walker were a little worried about where to buy herbs. Walker was also a waiter, but there was no one in Minethil Harbor where he was going to go out into the swamp to pick herbs. One can become a delicacy for swamp creatures if you're not careful, so the herbs in Minethil Harbor are gathered from various places of the dwarves and shipped away, so Walker doesn't know where to buy the herbs here.

As soon as Vane learned from the waiter where to buy the herbs, the cook said to the two of them, "The porridge you want is ready, hurry up and sit down at your place." I'll bring it to you. ”

As soon as Vane heard this, he immediately ran out of the back hall and sat down in the place he had just chosen. The cook held a large bowl of porridge in front of him. At this time, the waiter also took out a small bag from the backstage and placed it next to the porridge.

"What is this?" Vane asked curiously when he saw the small bag that the waiter had placed next to the porridge.

"This is a snack I made, you can take it and eat it when you go out." The chef said to Vane with a smile.

"Thank you so much." Vane nodded and accepted the small bag of snacks. These snacks must be accepted, and if he does not accept them, it will make the chef feel uncomfortable.

I saw that Vane had already accepted the snack. The chef grinned and went to the back hall. The waiter went back to the counter. Vane was a little curious about the situation in this shop, the innkeeper was the chef of the inn, and the waiter managed everything in front of the inn, how could it feel a little strange?

So Wayne asked the waiter, "I always thought you were the owner of this restaurant, but I didn't expect it to be Mr. Chef." But why did he, as the owner of the inn, go to the back hall to work as a chef? ”

"Being a chef is his hobby." The waiter heard Vane's question and explained to Vane with a smile: "Although I am not the current owner of this store, I am the future owner of this store. ”

"You and Mr. Chef are father and son?" When Vane heard this, he suddenly realized.

"That's right." The waiter nodded, "Didn't you notice that we looked alike?" ”

"It's ......," Vane didn't know what to say, so he replied honestly, "I think all the dwarves look the same, only Walker is more familiar with them, so he can tell them." ”

"I see, to be honest, I thought I was the only one." The waiter suddenly said loudly: "Every time I see the human guests staying in the hotel, I always feel that they are all the same, and I always think that there is something wrong with me." ”

"No, it's just face blindness, and it will be better if you have more contact." Vane shook his head.

Knowing where to buy the herbs, Vane slowly drank the bowl of porridge in front of him, greeted the waiter, and left the inn for the town's market.

PS: Ten more is over.