After an hour of arriving at the home of the able, Cesar began the replantation of his amputated limb.

The injured man's name was Lucian, twenty-nine years old, not tall, about 1.6 meters, with a paralyzed face, and he looked like everyone owed him money. Judging by the judgment, he seems to be a martial artist, but the other party did not reveal his ability, but the experienced Cesar, judging from his size, is an agile martial artist. It is impossible for the muscles of ordinary abilities to be so compact and strong, and they are not cumbersome, they are evenly distributed, and they can release powerful explosive power in an instant, so they should be a flexible assassin type.

Lucian's injuries were severe, and his left leg was cut off with a sharp blade above the knee, and the severed limb was frozen in the refrigerator...... I really can't save it! I don't have any common sense at all.

The first time he saw Cesar again, Lucian was very surprised, with a face that could not hide the disappointment and doubt, but also the expectation from his heart, in short, it was very contradictory. He had been wounded for seventeen hours, had been treated simply, had been bandaged countless times, and was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by servants to greet Cesara.

If he can't find a way to save it in the remaining eight hours, he can only say goodbye to his left leg. This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to a warrior. It's a pity that there is no doctor in Pope City who can transplant a thigh, and he can't hire a rarer ability. Now the whole person is extremely anxious and on the verge of collapse, otherwise, he would not welcome the seemingly very unreliable Cesar into the house as the last straw.

"Tell me, what do you want? And how sure are you that you'll heal me?" Lucien didn't talk nonsense. Asked directly.

"If you meet my requirements, ten percent. Repeatedly fiddling with the frozen **'s left leg, Cesar said confidently.

"What do you want?" Lucian looked at Cesar earnestly, still with the same paralyzed face that couldn't see ideas.

"Treasures that can shield detection and tracking. Cesar replied.

"This?" Lucien was visibly stunned.

"Why, you don't want to?" Cesar's heart hung in the air, could it be that this thing was very precious?

"No, it's scarce, but it's not very precious, and it's of no use to keep it on me. If you can really heal me, I will not only give it to you, but I will owe you a favor. Lucian said seriously.

Cesar had an indifferent expression. Are your favors precious? You can't even afford restorative spells. If I can't get a doctor, what good can I get?

"I'm not a strong man, I don't have wealth, but I've accumulated a lot of points in the Demon Hunting Association. This card. I've saved it over the years. Wings of Freedom under the Association can be mandatory. Perform a designated B-level mission for free. Lucian took out a card with two interlaced wings, one blue and one white, with a B printed in the lower right corner, and the logo of the Demon Hunting Association on the back. It looks exquisite.

"You heal my wounds, and it's yours. If it can't be cured, stay with my legs. With that, he pointed to the refrigerator that froze his left leg.

"It's a word!" Cesar happily agreed, not only getting the expected items lightly, but also an additional mission card. Although I don't know what the 'Wings of Freedom' does, I can carry out B-level missions in the Demon Hunting Association, and there are at least a few harm-level support scenes.

In the next few hours, Cesar first used blood nectar to replenish the vitality of the severed limb, then took out his tools and used the copycat version of 'Silk of Life' and 'Blood Nectar Glue' to begin to repair and suture blood vessels, nerves, various muscle tissues, and bond bones together.

After four hours of hard work, Cesar finally sewed Lucian's thigh back in the dark. Except for a dense circle of blood-colored sutures, it looks like a normal person. Ahem, before the stitches, Cesar cut off a thin layer of healing tissue, and the left leg was a few millimeters shorter than the right leg. If Lucian had stood diagonally, he might never have reached 1.6 meters tall...... What a sad story!

"After the surgery, try to move your toes. Cesar put away his surgical tools and said.

Lucian looked down at his left big toe and struggled to move twice. "Why is it so difficult to control?"

"If you get anesthetic, you can move it proves that the nerve is not connected wrong, and you are recovered! Pay!" said Cesar unceremoniously. The two signed an agreement, and the pulse of the world was verified, and they were not afraid that he would regret it.

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Lucien asked, pulling out the card.

"Lie down and raise it for a month, eat more meat, eat more nutritious things. After a month, exercise properly, do more rehabilitation training, don't do strenuous activities, you are also a capable person, and half a year will be normal. Hey, why are there only cards? and one more?" Cesar put away the guild's mission card and continued to ask.

"Wait a minute, I'll let the servant fetch it. ”

While the servant was fetching the items, the two were bored and chatted again. The loss of his left leg was recovered, and Lucien, who was already prepared for disability, was very happy, and was very grateful to Xisha and continued to release kindness. Cesar was not polite, and directly raised the issue of the idol, hoping that the other party could solve it.

"If I think about it, when it comes to idols, I know an old man who was a member of the church, and he had an idol in his hand, which was given to him by an angel himself. Lucien recalled.

"What exactly is a idol, and what is the use of ordinary people wanting it?" Seeing that the other party seemed to know the idol, Cesar asked shamelessly.

Lucien explained, "When I used to be an exorcist in the guild, I knew a lot of church believers, and I knew a lot about this area. The church has very low requirements for faith, as long as you are in the camp of goodness, you are willing to contribute to the 'maintenance of world order', and you agree with the ideals of the church, you are considered a member of the church. As a result, the number of believers in the church is very large. ”

Hearing this, Cesar nodded. The gods of Ceylon are different from the gods of the earth novels, and they do not need faith, nor do they have the power of faith or the power of incense. The power of the gods comes from the veins of the world, and whether there are believers or not can live very freely. As for the various church members, as in the nature of large corporations, special organizations, and armies, it is the gods who are building up forces for themselves.

As for the Church of Damnation, it is a group of angels who want to maintain the normal operation of the world's veins. Self-organized large-scale public welfare organizations, unconditionally do good deeds in all parts of the big 6 every year, what hope primary school, public welfare tour, crusade against tyrants, kill disasters, disaster relief everywhere, free deworming...... It's a pity that those gods who occupy the veins of the advanced world are not birds, and they can spoil the veins of the world as much as they want, and there is no ambiguity at all.

"There are many believers in the church, and many of them are able-to-do. A small number of these capable people share the same philosophy as the church, and they are willing to give their lives for the doctrine. This is the so-called true believer. When a capable person is recognized by the church as a true believer. The angel would give him an idol of a god. This idol communicates with a special vein of the world, which is the foundation of the Church of Damnation, which is said to be the 'true main vein' that connects to the vortex of the world. When true believers receive the idol of God, they can communicate with the veins of the world. Constantly purify yourself. Gain great power. Some have potential. can transform from an ordinary human into an angel. ”

Hearing this, Cesar blurted out, "Isn't it dangerous for non-believers to get the idol of God?

"No, it won't. When your soul communicates with the veins of the world through the statue of the god, consciousness is tested. Souls that do not conform to the creed of the Church will be ostracized. If you are a true believer, you will naturally be able to receive an idol gifted by an angel. If you are not a believer, it is useless to keep the idol. And those believers always return the idol to the church before they die. Therefore, there are very few idols on the market, and no one will bother to inquire about it. ”

After listening to Lucian, Cesar couldn't help but think of the old man he was talking about.

"That old man you're talking about, uh...... He, is he dying?" asked Cesar, embarrassed.

"Poof!" Lucian replied with a strange look on his face as he squirted out a mouthful of milk, "Good thing I'm not a believer! The old man was just an ordinary man, and when I first worked for the association, he volunteered to clean up the local church. Once chatting with each other, they are now fellow villagers, and they know each other. When he was young, he was gratefully supported by the church. As an adult, he became a big boss and kept donating money to the church. When his son grew up and inherited the family business, he was forbidden to do it again, so he often went to the church to sweep the floor, and had a good conversation with an angel and became good friends. When he returned to Pop Phut to retire, the angel gave him an idol of himself as a souvenir. At that time, I happened to leave the association, went back to the Pop City Exhibition, walked with the old man, and saw his statue, which was the only way to understand this qiē. Now, the old man was indeed dying, and his idol was a proof of friendship, not a medium for the powerful to seek power, so he did not return it, and remained at home. If you want that idol, I can introduce you to his son, a philistine merchant who only knows money, and you should be able to buy it if you have money. ”

"Thank you very much!" said Cesar with a smile.

After listening to Lucian's introduction, he finally understood the origin and purpose of the idol. Although this thing is not precious, it is scarce and difficult to obtain. It's good to run into Lucian, otherwise it would be difficult to find out where he is. Could it be that he robbed the angel and forced him to carve one for himself?

"Here comes the reward you wanted!" Lucien took out a red ribbon tied with his head from the box handed by the servant, and introduced, "This is the relic of one of my companions, and although I am not used to carrying it for men and women, I even cut it short at the end. ”

Cesar turned out to be a beautiful lady ribbon, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "That, removing the lace and silk edges, will it affect its effect." ”

"It's red!" Lucian's eyes widened, and he had an expression that you were sure you wanted to take it, that you really wanted to take it, that you dared to take it.

"Ha, it's too much of a way to get in the way, and it's not bad to tie a ponytail. Cesar shook off the golden long and said.

After being tortured by Elsa for so many years, even wearing a skirt is not unacceptable, let alone a mere lady's ribbon? Compared to the foul-smelling slug mucus all over the body, a lady's ribbon is nothing. Now I have studs on my ears, a monkey mother ring around my neck, and a women's ribbon on my head, which is really more and more fashionable.

"That...... It shouldn't affect you, right?" Lucian smiled reluctantly, "I'll help you contact the tailor, and I'll be able to get it done soon." Wait, I'll give the old man a call. ”

"Thank you!" (to be continued......)

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