Dominic sat still, gently pressing the wound on his arm with his healing hand. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Under Brandt's surprised gaze, those wounds were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He had seen the power of the priesthood for the first time, and an expression of interest appeared on his face. This is almost a dream for anyone, and just as Brant was about to speak, Dominic interrupted him. "Don't talk for a while, let me concentrate. ”

Brant's squirming lips closed again, and he looked at the sword in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and looked down the blade, the blood of the priest had all flowed into the pottery vessel he had prepared. He now finally knew why Dominic would tell him that this was a fresh attempt, because the other party was not afraid of this level of harm. But for myself, it's something I've never experienced before.

When the glow of Dominic's healing spell faded, Brant found that the sharp wound had healed completely. The other stood up and patted the dust off his robe. Like a trivial cross-legged break, Dominic even stretched and yawned. "That's a great ability. Brant couldn't help but sigh.

"You're not going to like this ability to, that's it. Dominic waved his hand.

"Why do you say that?" asked Brandt, curiously.

Dominic picked up the pottery vessel filled with his own blood and looked at Brandt. "When you understand the responsibilities of the priesthood, you will know why I said that. It's tiring, and those responsibilities will crush you. ”

Brandt had not read the doctrine, nor had he been systematically trained as a priest, nor had he understood the mission of the priesthood, so he could not understand the meaning of the Dominic language at this time. "Although I don't know much about the things related to the priesthood, no amount of responsibility will affect this ability to heal wounds. This is simply a blessing from God. ”

"It's better to be true. Dominic set his sights on the village. "Now, let's wait. ”

"What are you going to do?" Brandt stepped forward to keep up with Dominic.

"Use this. Dominic pulled out a dark red potion from his robes.

"What is this?" said Brandt, taking the potion.

Dominic whistled, "Black blood can effectively make the smell of blood come out, it can make creatures from 3 miles away ask about the strong smell of blood." ”

"Wouldn't that attract other monsters that might exist?" asked Brant, worried.

"No, you have to know that only monsters who are interested in blood are attracted to the smell of blood. Dominic carried the pottery vessel to the clearing outside the village, slammed it to the ground, and motioned for Brandt to wait for his instructions to pour the black blood into it. Until then, he'll need to get some branches, and Dominic will build a bonfire here.

While Brant went to collect branches, Dominic once again climbed to a higher dirt slope to observe the situation in the village. The village is deserted at dusk compared to daytime. Most of the villagers ran home with a look of fear and anxiety on their faces, and then slammed the door shut. Dominic also did not see the children who were playing with each other in the village during the day, and they all burrowed back into the house under the roars of the adults, like gophers. "Strange, weird......" Dominic muttered.

"What the hell are they hiding?" Dominic's fingers rhythmically tipped back and forth.

"Hey, Dominic!" Brant's voice came from below the dirt slope, and Dominic looked back at him, dirty, holding a bundle of branches and waving at him. "I've collected the branches!"

"Very well, wait until it gets dark and then light the campfire. When the flames are in full swing, pour the black blood into the vessel!" Dominic instructed.

"I don't know, did you find anything interesting?" Brandt scratched his head as he put the branch on the ground.

Dominic turned around and jumped down the small dirt slope. The dust almost reached Brant's mouth, who waved his hand to drive the dust and sand away. Dominic quickly passed by him, leaving a word. "Nothing was found. ”

Brant stood still, looking at Dominic's back in confusion and shaking his head. "What a strange priesthood......"

The night wind blew in Dominic's ears, and the black horse, which had been released from the stable by Brant to breathe, swept the ground with his tail, and the former shivered and wrapped his robe tightly around his body. "Looks like it's going to be a cold night, and it's time to light a campfire. Dominic moved his body and set the branch on fire with flint. By the time Brant noticed the fire, Dominic had already poured the black blood into the pottery vessel. He picked up a silver spoon and stirred the black blood in a pottery vessel, waiting for it to take effect.

"All right, good boy, go back......" Brandt led the black horse back to the stable, and prepared to return to the campfire. But just as he was bolting the horse, the horse screamed and suddenly raised its hooves and kicked over Brandt, who was standing in front of the black horse. He slammed his head on the straw mat in the stable, and the screams of the black horses continued. "What the hell...... Brant scrambled to his feet and cursed in a low voice.

Falling leaves swept over Dominic, who was sitting around the campfire meditating, and he slowly opened his eyes after the thirteenth leaf scraped across his face. "Sure enough, is something coming?" Dominic stood up and pulled out the cross behind his back.

A black shadow more than a meter suddenly emerged from under the small dirt slope, and a roar was heard, and then Dominic sensed danger. He jumped back with all his might, and the black shadow that suddenly appeared smashed straight into the campfire with an iron rod in his hand. Fortunately, the place is back in the dark. "Are you coming, the guy who is harassing this village?" Dominic spat out.

The shadow let out a beastly roar in the sky, and Dominic smiled disdainfully. "At least make sure you're not human, end this boring game. He took out a bottle of cat's eye potion from his robe and drank it, allowing his eyes to see through the darkness for a certain amount of time.

So through the cat's eye potion, Dominic saw the appearance of the dark shadow clearly. Its overall appearance doesn't look much different from that of a human, but the naked flesh on its body is mostly rotten. Half of the intestines dragged outside the abdomen, and there was a large wound on the chest, but the blood did not flow from the inside. The lack of whites of its eyes made it look terrifying, and a large bloody mouth with fangs seemed to want to swallow Dominic.

"Monsters like humans, interesting. Dominic gestured, condensing a golden cross and pushing it towards the other party.

However, the monster dodged the impact of the cross with an unexpected speed beyond Dominic's expectations, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Dominic's side. The monster roared, swinging its iron rod and slamming it at Dominic's head, perhaps the brains being his favorite. The latter dodged the blow with an easy dodge, then swung a cross sweep and slammed into the guy's head.

But Dominic felt as if his cross had hit its head on the extremely hard ore, leaving only a trace on the monster's head. Although Dominic had also determined that the other party was a mutated human from this blow, now, he finally came up with a more suitable name for this guy - mutant.