Thor helped the dazed Zhang Long to Lucas's treatment room, the old man had just finished treating Fetsuma's injuries, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw them: "Chief Thor, why are you here...... Hey, isn't this Zhang Long? He just came out of me not long ago, what's the matter, this is ......?"

"I'm sorry, I accidentally injured him when I was practicing martial arts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Thor said sloppily.

Fitsuma lay quietly on a flat bed, soundly asleep. The wounds on his body are treated very cleanly: Lucas is an excellent healer, whether it is using medical technology or holy light spells, he is very handy. The barbarian had several large wounds that had to be stitched up, and it would hurt to scream if he put a needle directly, but after Lucas hypnotized him with holy light, he couldn't feel anything at all, and as for the small wounds, after the herb patch and the holy light, there would be basically no trace of it tomorrow.

Thor and Lucas put Zhang Long on the other bed together, and the old man rolled his eyelids, his brows tightly wrinkled together: the healer was also a user of the Holy Light, and it was quickly and faintly apparent that Zhang Long had been injured by the lightning powered by the Holy Light. And the user of this ability is either a paladin or a priest of the church of Zakaram, and it will definitely not be an ordinary declining aristocratic boy!

"Master Steward, have you been trained as a paladin?" Lucas asked after weighing it for a long time. This may be something that Thor considers secret, but in order to treat Zhang Long, he must figure out the source of his injuries.

Thor nodded, "I hope you can swear by the integrity of a healer and don't reveal it." His injuries came from the electrostatic field of the Divine Shock aura. 」

"I see. Lucas didn't say anything more, he had lived so long that he knew how to ask questions, and the less he knew about some things, the better. He buried his head and examined Zhang Long carefully, and a soft milky white holy light appeared on his old palm, gently resting on Zhang Long's forehead.

"Huh, what's going on?" Lucas suddenly felt that something in Zhang Long's body was actually responding to him, it was the resonance of the Holy Light! He was taken aback: he had already seen that this kid had the potential to convert to the Holy Light and become a healer, but he never imagined that the power of the Holy Light already existed in his body!

"Total ...... Master, come and feel it......" Lucas excitedly turned to Thor. The paladin walked over suspiciously, closed his eyes and concentrated, and also put his hand on Zhang Long's forehead, but immediately took it back in shock.

Who is this kid? The two looked at each other for a moment, tacitly acquiescing. Lucas simply stopped casting spells with great effort, but skillfully guided the holy light that already existed in Zhang Long's body to exert his power, and soon healed the electric shock injury that was not very serious.

Zhang Long snorted a few times, woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he was shocked enough, looked at Lucas and said, "Why am I back again?"

Without waiting for Lucas to answer, Thor asked first, "Zhang Long, do you remember what you just told me?"

Belch...... A word woke up Zhang Long, and he immediately remembered that he had just made a big shot in the corner, and when he was still reminiscing, he saw Thor appear on the training ground at some point, and used an extremely shocking momentum to perform the paladin aura skill "Holy Impact", which he was so familiar with when he played the game, that he was dumbfounded. However, by the time he realized that he was most likely within the range of the aura's static field, it was too late: as an "unknown creature" that Thor had not yet noticed, he was not protected by the caster's mind, and the current pulse enveloped him instantly. If it weren't for Thor putting away his aura in time, his life would definitely be in danger!

"I...... I'm really sorry for interfering with your cultivation!...... Master Chief," Zhang Long said guiltily.

"That's not the point. Thor said in a deep voice, "How do you know the 'Holy Impact', and how do you know the 'White Heat' and the 'Fist of Heaven'? As far as I know, you have only worked as a housekeeper on the Isle of Immortals before, and these are the mysteries of the paladin's martial arts and spells, and they should not be something that an ordinary family member can understand. 」

Zhang Long is a time-traveler, and he is also a time-traveler who is proficient in the dark series of games, of course, he treasures these things, however, he can't say. Sometimes, telling the truth sounds the most ridiculous, and it can also lead to unwarranted disasters.

"This...... Actually, I don't know......" Zhang Long's mind spun quickly, and he actually made up a bizarre reason, but he successfully solved Saul and Lucas: "If you investigate a little deeper, you should be able to find out that when I was a housekeeper, I was a retarded person at all! To be honest, I don't remember much about that time. I became the way I am because I was beaten up by the second mate on a slave ship......

He breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to observe the stunned but not very confused expressions of the two, and sure enough, the words mixed with reality were easy to accept. Zhang Long was relieved a lot and continued, "I heard that I was beaten very badly, and even the second mate himself suspected that I was beaten to death by him. But when I woke up, I was no longer mentally retarded, and not only that, but I also knew how to read, and I had a lot of strange memories...... Like what...... The names of the paladins, and the way they manifest......

"Enlightenment in the midst of suffering...... He is blessed by the Light!" Thor said in a lost voice. Lucas nodded repeatedly: both of them had just sensed the fluctuation of holy light hidden in Zhang Long's body, and this bizarre-sounding experience could just correspond to this mysterious phenomenon. It was the Light that blessed this poor creature who had endured untold pain and gave him a true new life!

Zhang Long let out a long sigh: he was finally fooled......

"However, receiving blessings and entering the door does not mean that you have truly mastered the Light. Thor changed his words and said solemnly, "You still need a long time and arduous tests to really get the approval of the Holy Light, so keep your feet on the ground and don't swell!" These days, he has always had a good impression of Zhang Long, and it is not a trivial matter to be favored by the Holy Light, if Zhang Long becomes two-eyed and his tail is cocked to the sky, and finally loses his nature, it will be a pity.

Zhang Long nodded respectfully: "The chief manager has to teach a lesson!" Of course he knows that he has a few catties and a few taels, even if he is favored by the Holy Light? Now he is just a rookie among the gladiators of the Esenhard family, and he is not the best rookie: isn't the mountain of Fekruma in front of him?

As soon as he thought of Fikhuma, the hypnotized savage began to slowly wake up.

"Ah...... How long have I been asleep......" Fetsuma yawned and sat up stretched.

"Long enough. Lucas walked over and grinned, "But I suggest you go back to your dorm right away, or you won't be able to lift your spirits for tomorrow's training." 」

"Master, my injury won't affect tomorrow's training, right?"

"Don't worry, come back here tomorrow before breakfast to remove the stitches, and you'll be fine. Lucas said. Zhang Long was amazed when he heard it: The world of magic is good, there is a healer who understands the power of the Holy Light, and ordinary bruises and injuries have become pediatrics! I wonder if the doctors on the earth will be envious, jealous and hateful if they know this......

"Go back to sleep, in a way, you're harder than him. Lucas ordered Zhang Long to be evicted again.

The two went back to the dormitory together, and Fecma talked about how he regretted not being able to control his emotions at noon, such as missing an afternoon of training in order to get away with it, etc., etc., and gritted his teeth and said that next time he must find a way to ask for a sparring with Glentis, and teach him a lesson openly. As for the Wassam champion Ricksart, Fetsuma's dislike has decreased a lot.

"That guy is actually a good man!" said Fetsuma, spitting, "You know, after I was knocked down many times this morning, suddenly a handful of strength was somehow strong enough to slash at his shield and make him take a step back! He hasn't scolded me since!" he said, his eyes full of yearning again, "So, as long as we are strong enough, no one can look down on us, wait, I, Fitsuma, can become the god of war in Candras sooner or later!"

After chattering all the way, the two returned to the newly arranged dormitory, which was a small four-person room, much more comfortable than the humble hall where everyone was crowded together in Xinding. Their roommates are two very enthusiastic seniors, one of them is a very tall and handsome Donglu man, named Alfonso, who practices Gothic style, although he is not a star but he is also famous, and I heard that there have been several defeats, and the audience clearly sentenced him to death, but the host insisted on saving his life by twisting public opinion.

The other, like Fekchuma, was a barbarian, named Simbo. He came from the bear tribe that often clashed with the southerners, and this tribe was not friendly with the shadow wolf tribe where Fekhuma belonged, but at this time, he was a slave in a foreign land, but he laughed and let go of his previous suspicions. Xin Bo was half a prisoner of war, he had just joined the tribe's army before he was captured, and he had received a few days of basic training, and knew a little bit about the most rudimentary barbarian martial arts. However, even though he didn't have much to do, Fitsuma always pestered him with a twinkle in his eyes and took the trouble to talk over and over again, trying to learn something from it.

After all, it was late at night, and Alfonso and Simbo chatted with them for a while before falling asleep. Fei Quma also forced herself to sleep for tomorrow's training, leaving Zhang Long tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

In this short day, so much happened that he was a little overwhelmed. Esenhard's ambition, Suina's threat, Saul's shocking mystical display, and the magical feeling of being in the treatment room...... Really, when Lucas covered his forehead with the light, he could feel a warm and serene power in his body responding enthusiastically, was he really the one who was blessed by the light, as Thor said? He couldn't help but feel a little depressed, tossed and turned for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

At the same time, Isenhard stared excitedly at his bloodshot eyes in the bedroom, and his figure kneeling on one knee was completely covered with a faint milky white halo.

"It's ......," Esenhard chuckled.