Priests in the good camp refuse to heal thieves who steal, especially if they don't have the money.

A noble priest who serves the gods and strictly implements the teachings and doctrines of the gods, and the act of stealing and stealing from others for nothing will not be forgiven anywhere. They may proclaim the mercy and greatness of their Lord by treating the common people free of charge and treating the peasants who have no money. But aren't the thieves who come to the door the best target to show the believers the majesty and thunder of the Lord?

The crappy doctor is helpless about the injury of a fracture of the whole body and the rupture of internal organs, and the low-level healing potion can keep it from deteriorating but has little effect on the condition, like holding the last breath with ginseng, and when you can't afford the potion, it is the moment to end a life of grief.

As for the Intermediate Healing Potion, even Al had only seen a few bottles in his family's collection room.

Simory has borrowed money from many people, loan sharks, the kind that can't be repaid in a lifetime. Either take his life back, or, perhaps, some mysterious and evil guy is a little interested in his corpse.

And now he can't lend you a single copper. He is a low-level thief with no money and no power, and if he wants to sell this thing that he thinks is precious, he will only be taken away without breaking his neck and not using a single copper, so the channel is so important to the thief.

If Al didn't look down on this thing, he could only watch his friends who grew up die in agony in front of him, and he had to feel the same loss of life every minute and second.

"Get him ten gold coins and a box of nutritional potions," Al said to Ali, then got up and left the table, and went upstairs to wait for Mr. Matilda. As if it were just a trivial matter.

"Thank you... Thank you.. Young Master Al, you are a model of ancient nobility, the embodiment of benevolence. My Lord Shadow Incarnation will bless you," Simory knelt on the ground, holding Al's box, holding the last hope of himself and Hanba, bowing his head to hide his humble tears, and praising Al loudly and gratefully.

Al didn't want that thing because Simory looked too pathetic, and it was too cruel to take away someone's last hope.

He knew very well that if that person hadn't had the priest's divine healing or another era's surgery, it would have been this winter sooner or later.

Military combat techniques are either dead or disabled, and the notorious is not in vain.

Accustomed to seeing the desperation of little people, Bico, who has lived in the bottom society since she was a child, although she appreciates and likes the kindness in Al's heart. There's no one who doesn't like kind people, especially their favorite sweetheart.

But now, as a successful and well-known professional investor, how can Al be allowed to make a loss-making business, glared at Simory and snatched the box and left.

Anyway, they won't be able to keep this diamond-like thing sooner or later, so it's better to leave it to Al.

It's collectible even if it's not a diamond, and it shines brightly in the sunlight when the dirty packaging is removed.

What if it was really a precious thing? After all, the dirty box did look like it had been salvaged from a tomb a long time ago.

Diamonds are not precious things in the first place, and the other world is hyped up because a huge family has monopolized the global production, and this world is just like five or six gold coins. Al's nutritional potions were originally controlled munitions, and the price on the black market was around five gold coins, and boxes were even more precious. Just one is enough for the price of that thing. This thing is much more valuable than gold coins to Simory, who has no way, so he is grateful to be like that.

Biko casually asked Ali to put him in Arr's secret room and register it in a collector's list.

Each nobleman had his own secret room to store his precious things. Bico usually collects all kinds of strange things from various adventurers, adventure groups or thieves from various adventurers, adventure groups or thieves, that is, all kinds of magic gems, magic crystals or magical things, which Al can't use for the time being, can't understand, but are indispensable for the future, are thrown here.

Sometimes things just come together.

Before lunch, someone actually visited again. No, it is more appropriate to convey commands.

"Albenstock, Young Master Brut ordered you to go and meet and bring this woman with you" Al-Al looked at the middle-aged swordsman and pointed at Bico with a lofty face, and his heart became displeased.

Brut and he grew up together, and emotionally they were best friends. Is this kind of evil servant because Brut didn't discipline him well, or did he mean it?

This man is dressed as a swordsman, and the calluses left by practicing swords on his fingers all show that he is a powerful swordsman. However, the unnatural sallow complexion indicates a chronic lack of nutritional supplements. The placket of the exposed undershirt is a newly bought but not very good fabric, and the details all reveal that he came from a humble background and has just changed into the badge of the Iron Blood Family.

I don't know if this person really doesn't know or if he doesn't know the identity of his Orette, as for why Blut sent this person to disgust people Al, I don't understand.

What he was thinking in his heart was that he was afraid that this new recruit, Brut probably didn't know. He has always had a good relationship with Brut, and he has been well cared for by him. At this moment, out of the boy camp, the order as the heir cannot be refused. said to Bico, who was contemptuously pointed at him with an unhappy face: "Go change into formal clothes and come with me to see Brute"

"It's Young Master Brut, uneducated trash, putting on his own attitude and identity. It is your honor to summon you to the noble Young Master Brute, cherish it. ”

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Al tilted his head and glanced at the man, as if trying to see if the man was intentional or really stupid. Although he devoted himself to studying and researching, his family personal training never stopped, and he was no longer a blank sheet of paper that he couldn't tell the tricks of Alex who wanted to vote for Brut's disciples.

"You'd better apologize for your words and actions, for your sake. Otherwise, I'll let you know in the water dungeon right now that even a Juggernaut should learn some etiquette. Al looked at the man coldly, a threatening expression.

As a top family born to strong parents, he has an inoffensive dignity. Besides, how could the honor of his Oret be provoked by a lowly wild dog that appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing that Al was about to blow the whistle to summon the guards, the swordsman seemed to have been insulted by something, and blushed to suppress his anger and bend down in humiliation.

"I apologize for my words and deeds and ask for your forgiveness"

"Now you get out, I'll go there, Brutt"