In the chaos of the battle, Garriman protected the chocolate on his chest, but did not block the ghoul's claw blows, and a certain ghoul clawed open the outer robe and warm cotton clothing, revealing the leather soft armor worn inside, and also left four or three deep paw prints.

There were many pockets in Garriman's robes outside, and the spell scrolls and props he made were placed in them.

During the battle, the mage armor was broken several times, so in the scrolls that Garriman now stored, the mage armor scroll, the magic missile scroll and the secondary flame ball scroll have all been consumed, and because he uses the spell scroll with his left hand, these scrolls are placed in the right pocket, and the left pocket is placed in the auxiliary daily scrolls such as identification and magic alarm, at this time, he was hit by a blow from the ghoul on the left side of the waist and abdomen, and most of the scrolls fell down, not torn by the claw blow, It fell to the ground and was stained with the ghoul's corrupt blood with negative energy, destroying the mana on the spell scroll, all of which lost its effectiveness and turned into a pile of waste paper.

Garriman searched for the torn robe, and only sent an identification scroll and a mount scroll, as well as a light explosion bomb placed in the right pocket, and prepared a bunch of various props plus a sack before setting off were either lost or used up, from a local tyrant player with a prop to a high-level player who had to rely on technology to eat.

Garriman pressed his hand lightly on the place where he was hit by the ghoul, and the injured nerve sent a painful signal to the brain, allowing him to gently inhale a breath of cold wind with a fishy smell and ice, as he had never been injured since he was a child, and the only time he was unconscious and was blown up in the hospital, he could not tell how many injuries he had suffered by feeling alone, anyway, he couldn't tell whether it was a simple bruise or a more serious fracture.

Seeing Garriman's pained expression, the goblin merchant Vivier said courteously, "I'll go to Captain Rutav to show you how your injuries are, adventurers like them who have been fighting all year round have a much better judgment of injuries than those incompetent quacks. ”

"Yes, thank you very much for your help, I also have something to say to Captain Rutav here, please call him here." Garriman leaned back into the carriage, trying to slow down his breathing, the pull of his muscles keeping the wound painful.

In a few moments, the goblin merchant found Rutav and pulled him over, but the regimental leader's face was still visibly impatient and impatient.

Of course, Gariman knew that this would be the case for him to be found after the aftermath of this kind of battle, so he smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry to ask you to come and check on my injuries at this time, but I can pay for the last light bomb." ”

"I think you've also noticed that any wound that is bloodied by a ghoul will show traces of black blue and purple like poisoning, this is because the ghoul's claws have corpse poison," Garriman handed over the only remaining light explosion bomb and handed it to Rutaf, "As long as you hold the protruding head of the wooden sphere of the light explosion bomb and unscrew it, pour some gunpowder on the wound, and then ignite it, the positive energy generated will drive away and suppress the corpse poison produced by these negative energies to a certain extent, although it will not be cleaned up all at once, There will also be some corpse poison left in the body, but these residual corpse poisons can be completely expelled as long as they go to the temple of the good god with light, exorcism and other divine duties for two days. ”

"Hmm...... Well, you wait. Rutav called one of the adventurers, handed him what he was holding, and told him how to get rid of the corpse poison, and asked him to give the light explosive bomb to the training instructor in the adventure group, that is, one of the deputy captains in the chain mail.

After explaining what had happened, and borrowing his carriage from the goblin merchant, Rutav helped Garriman to the carriage that was parked in the back.

Rutav had Garriman lie on the carriage floor, unbuttoning his shirt and the buckle that tightened the leather armor on his chest like a shoelace.

There was also a wool lining inside the leather armor, which was carefully rolled up by Rutaf to reveal Garriman's chest and abdomen, where he also had a large scar diagonally on his stomach, which was one of the main reasons why his predecessor was crossed.

It may be that the news that no one was seriously injured or killed in this attack made Rutav feel relaxed, and this time fighting side by side with Garriman also enhanced the friendship between the two sides, so Rutaf did not have the restraint when they first met, and whistled recklessly, "I didn't expect that Master Mage still has a warrior's medal on his body, this is really our style of the Northerners." ”

At the top of the scar, the scars from the ghoul's claw strike crossed the scar, leaving a slap-wide, swollen scar. Rutav pressed all the way along the scar from the left side of his waist, still pressing quite forcefully, and the sour feeling made Garriman inhale the cold air.

"Of course, hiss..... I'm originally from the North, and I've been trained as a warrior since I was a child, but I only became a mage when I grew up, ..... What about you? Where are you from? Hiss... Can't tap it? ”

"You can't touch the bones with a little bit," Rutav pressed the bottom rib to make sure there was no fracture, replaced the top rib and continued to press it, "I'm from Oldall, I used to be a city guard in a border city, and I felt that life after retirement was too boring, so I took a group of brothers out to form an adventure group to break through together. ”

"Okay, your ribs are not broken, these are just bruises, and I'll ask Kordorf to bring you some medicinal wine later, it's a medicinal wine that is circulating in our army, and this bruise will be completely healed in two days at most." After making sure that Garriman's injuries were fine, Rutav slapped him on the wound, causing Garriman to scream in pain.

Rutav raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, laughed twice in embarrassment, and said to Garriman that he was going to get him some medicinal wine, and made an excuse and slipped away.

Garriman touched the wound and breathed a long sigh of relief, if he broke two ribs this time, he would have to stay in Flo City, the main city of the Green Gray Lord, for half a month before he could go back to the Winter Wolf Territory, and after going out, such a big thing happened as the fall of the sun god, and when he went home, he went home with an injury, and he didn't know if he would be directly grounded for a period of time at that time. Although he is now twenty years old, the punishment he should receive will still be carried out seriously.

Although Hega has not yet integrated into the family of Garriman, as a companion in this life, he still has to adapt to the environment of this world when he doesn't know how long he will live here.