The older mage was hidden by the two in a sack in the corner of the warehouse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Benjamin saw the short man walk over and rudely drag the older mage out of the sack, the first thought that popped into his mind was that if the mage knew what his two students had done, he would be angry and alive, right?

But he's not dead, and he probably won't know what happened.

- At least not yet.

"Your teacher has been moldy for a few lifetimes, and will accept you as a student?" Benjamin couldn't help but sigh.

"The teacher said that, too!" the short man's voice sounded happy, and he didn't know what he was happy about, "The teacher often said that if it weren't for the frightening elemental affinity of our brothers, and the fact that spells can be used to produce magic out of tune, he wouldn't have accepted us!"

“......”

Benjamin had mixed feelings about the short man's words and did not comment on it.

It's better to save people, yes, concentrate on saving people.

He took a deep breath to refocus his attention and looked at the wound in the older mage's chest.

Well...... There should still be salvation.

The location of the bullet was probably below the heart, and the blood was still flowing out little by little. Whether intentionally or not, Benjie clearly missed, the position was not fatal, and he did not hurt the internal organs. However, if you continue to put him in the sack, after another ten minutes, it is estimated that he will die of excessive blood loss.

Look at his pale face, he has shed a lot of blood during this time.

"None of us can heal magic, how about it, can you save the teacher?" asked the tall man.

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Give it a try." ”

He was also a little confused, not knowing if he should do it. He could already feel the shining light of the Virgin above his head, but since he had come this far, let us simply finish it.

He was neither a doctor nor a nurse and didn't know what to do with gunshot wounds. However, he has therapeutic water polo, and besides, after watching so many TV series, he has at least a little common sense and knows that he has to take the bullet out first.

There's no other tool here but to get started.

Faced with the bloody wounds, for some reason, Benjamin's mood calmed down. He tore open his robe and clothes from the wound, exposing his entire chest. He looked at the wound twice, and then put the index finger and thumb of his right hand inside.

As he stretched, he thought: this man should also thank Benjamin for being a teenager and not having that thick fingers. Otherwise, if the bullet didn't come out, maybe this person would have been killed first.

"What kind of magic is this, it's scary!" the short man watched from the side, and suddenly there was a sob.

"Don't cry, he won't die, teacher. The tall man comforted him.

Benjamin had a "retarded" look on his face.

The position of the bullet did not seem to be deep, it should have been blocked by the ribs, and Benjamin quickly felt the cold metal in the flesh. However, because of Benjamin's fingers, the wound was also enlarged a lot, and the blood stained almost the entire hand.

Seeing this, Benjamin did not dare to delay any longer. After confirming that his fingers were gripping the bullet, he gently pulled it out.

It worked!

The whole process was quite smooth, except for a bit of bleeding, but not to the point of fatality.

Benjamin wondered if he had the talent to be a doctor. Knowing this, he changed his career to study medicine, so that he could have more useful skills after crossing over, at least there would be more medical papers and other things in the system's database, and there would not be just a speech for the leader.

Hey, I regret it!

He thought as he put the blood-stained bullet aside. The two fools immediately gathered around, looked at the bullet curiously, and could only let out a sigh of exclamation as if they wanted to touch it but did not dare to touch it.

"It's a bullet from a pistol, it's a weapon, it has nothing to do with magic. Seeing this, Benjamin shook his head and couldn't help but explain, "The next thing I'm going to use is magic." ”

With that, he recited the incantation and summoned the water balloon. He adjusted the elemental structure inside the orb to make it heal, and then gently pressed the orb against the mage's wound.

The balloon of water melted into the wound, and the wound that had been enlarged by the removal of the bullet suddenly reduced the amount of bleeding a lot.

Benjamin was as expected. He also knew very well that it was impossible for a water balloon to smooth out the wound. He guessed that even if it was a genuine water of life, the healing effect would not be particularly good, otherwise the mages who could use this trick would be immortal.

He did the same, smashing the healing balloons into the wounds one by one.

In this way, after smashing about a dozen water balloons, the wound finally stopped bleeding and began to heal, and the mage's pale cheeks became a little bloody.

After thinking about it, Benjamin stopped.

That's it, the injury has stabilized, no one will die, and he doesn't bother to spend any more energy.

"His injuries are no longer serious, as long as you don't touch him, he should wake up on his own in a while. Benjamin stood up, stretched, and announced to the patient's family that the operation was over, which was the end of his short career as a doctor.

The two men looked at him with a blank look on their faces, and did not speak.

"What's wrong?" asked Benjamin, though he felt like he might regret it.

The short man looked at him in amazement, as if he had discovered a new world, and suddenly exclaimed, "You know magic, you are a mage? God, you are a mage!

I'm sorry, but I don't really want to be on your side.

Benjamin kind of wanted to complain. Didn't these two people think that pistols were magic? So according to their thinking, Benjamin was a mage, why did they only react now?

Forget it, though......

In the face of these two people, he even lost the strength to complain.

"Yes, I'm a mage. He replied reluctantly.

"No wonder you were able to hurt the teacher. The tall man nodded thoughtfully and said, "The teacher said, only a mage can hurt a mage, and the group of people in the church are all a bunch of rubbish!"

“......”

If they meet a "washer", I don't know if they will think so.

However, Benjamin wasn't going to ink with these two guys here.

He wanted to go back to the alley first and see how the two paladins were doing.

By the way, and the bear kid who stole the money. However, Benjamin suspects that the kid may have died from the ultimate magic, after all, he had been shot earlier.

This made Benjamin feel a little embarrassed.

A child died like this, though it was a thief who stole money, although it was not killed by Benjamin's own hands......

So what is he struggling with here?

If there really is a heaven in this world, then may he live a miserable life in hell. When he died, he went to hell, and then he grabbed him by the collar and taught him why he stole his money.

Thinking about it this way, Benjamin felt a lot better.

It's over, these two young mages have infected Qingqi's brain circuits, and he has to get out of here quickly.

"I'm leaving, don't tell anyone about me, let alone anyone I'm a mage. He said to the two of them, turning to leave.

"Why are you leaving?" this time, the tall man stepped forward and stopped him, "You're a mage, you should follow us home." The teacher said that it is dangerous for a mage to be out there alone. If it weren't for the teacher, we wouldn't have dared to leave the house. ”

Go home?

As if thinking of something, Benjamin turned back and asked, "Where is your home?" No, you should answer the question, what is the name of your mage organization?"

He suddenly remembered the smell of organization that he had felt from these three people before.

He had to ask a few more questions.

"What's it called? Home is home, a place where we have lived since we were children. The tall man seemed a little puzzled, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "However, I remember that there was a time when I heard someone call home ...... It's called ......?"

The tall man seemed to be a little unable to remember for a while, and the short man immediately ran over and reminded loudly:

"It's called 'Silent Academy'!"