"St. Rexay Hospital......

The wizard stationed in Iron Curtain City flipped through the documents in his hand, and a suspicious look appeared on his face.

He flipped to a certain page of the document, then pointed to one of them, and slowly asked the old man in front of him, "It says that you only have twenty-three healers." Why do you have fifty of you? ”

"Take a closer look, my lord, it says twenty-three official healers, and those young men behind me are the new apprentices of this hospital."

The spirited old man wiped his red nose and replied in an orderly manner: "You see, my lord, it is also mentioned in the documents - it is the sentence 'Qualified formal healers and their apprentices have the right to appear in any territory of any country or any power other than the private sphere of privacy,' and 'no one except the nobles has the right to imprison, interrogate, and repeatedly interrogate the healer......, and so on, which may aggravate the wound of the rescued and cause death.'"

To point out the details on the paperwork, the old man leaned in and moved closer to the stationed wizard.

Suddenly, the fishy smell that could not be washed off on the body due to eating meat all year round came to my face.

The stationed wizard frowned, and didn't bother to look down at the papers, but unconsciously shrunk his neck back.

As if seeing his movements, several healers in their twenties and thirties took a step forward in disgrief. But almost at the same time, he was dragged back by the people around him.

Seeing this scene, the suspicion in his eyes became even stronger.

Theoretically, there's nothing wrong with their files. But that's where the biggest problem comes in.

Their preparation is simply too perfect. It's as if these people had expected him to be cross-examined.

He keenly felt a strong uneasiness.

After all, the situation in the White Tower is now grim. There is no room for him to be unvigilant.

Yesterday evening, a huge explosion was heard from the south. Pure white flames obscured the entire sky. Even if he was so far away from the place of the incident, he still felt the holy power in the wind.

It can well be imagined. What a terrible devastation was caused by the pure white flame that had burned for a long time before it was gradually extinguished. Although he had not seen the scene of the explosion with his own eyes, he could roughly guess what a terrible hell it had become.

You know, his girlfriend, who hasn't graduated from a trainee wizard, lives not far from the explosion.

Was she not home at the time? Is school out? Have you ever hung out with friends? If she did, how would she be now? If she hadn't gone, how had she been injured in that explosion? Or ......

He didn't even dare to think about it. If he could, he wouldn't want to be here for even a second, and would have rushed to her right now.

- But no.

The more turbulent times come to this, the more important the Three Fortresses of the White Pagoda become. There must be no surprises.

This is for the sake of all the people in the White Tower.

He cannot abandon his obligations.

We must not leave our posts without permission, and we must not relax our vigilance.

Not because he's suspicious. Since this morning, three waves of people from hospitals around the country have submitted applications to him, hoping to get through him. There are still very few people coming to St. Rexie's Hospital.

Because they were invited to treat the people who had been injured in yesterday's explosion, and there were really no flaws in the various documents, he had to let them go after repeated inspections.

But. He stubbornly believes that there must be something wrong with these people.

Because it's too fast.

Hospital, unlike the concept of the common people, knew that the people who came out of it were not meek sheep who could only heal their wounds.

Healing institutions are realms that are under the direct jurisdiction of the gods.

A hospital is only legal if it has at least one official chaplain. Besides. All healers must have faith in order to do so, to formally believe in a certain god.

Although compared to the temple, the relationship between these hospitals and the White Tower is quite good. But last night there was an accident, and this morning almost all of them were out - those guys in black trench coats wouldn't be so merciful.

Wizards are always bad at healing. While they can develop a variety of bandaging techniques and advanced medical supplies. But that doesn't mean that the knowledge is almost all from the books, and the enchantment wizard can have a good bandaging technique.

And the swordsman with dissecting experience was also ostracized by the people of the White Tower. After all, it is too dangerous to be touched by a sword wizard at close range or something. No one wants their internal organs to be marked with some invisible mark, as long as someone wants to be able to chop them up in an instant at any time.

Once a very serious accident has occurred. All the White Tower can do is to keep the injury from getting worse. And the only one in the White Tower that has a similar effect to the divine magic comes from Su Ze's medical potion. It's not going to be given to these people so easily.

After all, it's not the time of the lost Christmas, for Su Ze. These kinds of things belong to precious military materials, and it is impossible to sell them in large quantities to the White Tower. And the White Tower is also trying to use witchcraft to solve the mysteries of these alchemical products, and each bottle of potion is a precious sample.

Alchemy and witchcraft can also be used for production, but unlike alchemy, which must be done manually, witchcraft can be mass-produced using machines instead of labor.

If alchemy is the artistic creation of fleeting inspiration and momentary beauty, then witchcraft is the art of codifying the aesthetic experience into cold, blunt and aesthetically devoid formulas, and using this to mass-produce plausible but similar level of fakes.

From the user's point of view, there is no gap. Items with similar functions and similar properties, but the price of a sorcery creation is much cheaper than an alchemy creation. However, for alchemists, this kind of behavior of forcibly summarizing the "truth" with knowledge that can be understood by human beings, and directly copying it without ignoring the principles of its constituent principles in order to separate the inner laws of alchemical creations is a complete blasphemy of the truth.

In their eyes, wizards are brazen copycats, who claim to have invented something, but in fact they are almost all recreations and copies of some rare alchemical creation. A person who only pursues manufacturing and use, without even asking about the underlying principles, is not worthy of being called a scholar.

But on the contrary, the wizards have the white tower of Babel that alchemists want to have the most. This facility of being able to observe Aum's law up close, or "truth", is a temptation for alchemists. The temptation was so great that this contempt was mixed with a sufficient amount of jealousy and turned into utter disgust.

In the eyes of wizards, alchemists are too traditional. The ability has not been inherited, and the stubborn, old-fashioned and inflexible mage atmosphere has been learned thoroughly. Holding on to a large number of ancient creations that will fail in a few times, I don't study them, and I would rather look at those empty tomes than learn from the ideas of my predecessors, and I have to rely on the system I have established and independently study something to prove that I am correct.

To this, the wizards said hehe.

If you have the ability to be arrogant, that's a cow beep, and if you don't have the ability to be proud, that's pretending to be a beep.

Therefore, it can be said that the relationship between the two mages of alchemist and wizard is dangerous to the limit, and it may completely break down at any time. The depth of disgust between them in a sense has surpassed the hatred of the clergy.

Therefore, whenever there is a serious accident in the White Tower and there is an urgent need for treatment, it is better to ask the doctors who believe in the gods, and the wizards will not try to use any alchemical items to survive the disaster.

But the wizard, who had just arrived in Iron Curtain City, was in a restless mood.

He checked it again and again, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the documents. And they don't have an evil aura on them, and they don't have the smell of blood that only people who have killed, but he just stubbornly feels that there is something wrong with these people.

"How about it, my lord, can we get over?"

The old man smiled and squinted his eyes, hunched over and said to him kindly.

“…… Ah, go ahead. ”

The wizard went through the file again, but couldn't find what was wrong.

So he had to return the file to these people in frustration and open the barrier.

After all, he didn't even know what was happening at the scene of the explosion, so he didn't dare to delay these healers at all.

Maybe, just because he gave way for a second in advance, he saved his girlfriend's life......

But he had already decided that when they left, he would immediately write to his superiors and hand over all the information about today's arrivals.

-- If something happens to him in the end, the consequences are not something he can bear.

However, when he shook his head and teleported back to his room, he found that someone was already waiting in his room.

That's the healer he let go of in the second wave—

He took a step back and was about to cast a spell, but the "healer" suddenly burst out with terrifying speed.

The "healer" came at him with a single lunge. Then the punch to the chest was subconsciously blocked by the wizard, but his arm was also directly broken.

Just when he couldn't help but let out a wail of pain, a palm from the bottom up struck him neatly on the chin. I only heard a crisp sound of Kerala on his neck, his head bent back sharply, hit his back and bounced hard, and the whole person fell backwards weakly.

Bent to such an extent, it is appropriate that the individual should be dead.

The "healer" did not relax in the slightest.

He walked in silence for two or three steps, punching the wizard in the chest one after another. It wasn't until the penetrating force struck the sound of water and the sorcerer's seven orifices spurted blood that he stood up contentedly.

"Phew, heresy. You kind of miscellaneous ...... that should be invested in silver. Count your luck and die an easy death. ”

But just as the fist of life turned to leave, he didn't notice that the wizard behind him, whose heart had been smashed into pulp, flicked his right hand lightly as if he had been electrocuted. (To be continued.) )