"You can't try your way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mo Yan closed his eyes, his tone began to become heavy, and the pain began to slowly intensify again.

"Why?" Camos was powerless about Mo Yan's pain, and he didn't understand why Mo Yan would rather endure the pain than find a priest for treatment. Priests are able to solve most ailments, and they are often the last resort when the medicine does not work.

For them, who receive power directly from God, the strength of the healing effect is only whether they are devotion to God, and this piety is not cheap for others.

The archbishop in the Sanctuary of Giza even has the ability to resurrect the dead who have just died. In Camos's opinion, if you ask a pastor for treatment, all problems can be solved.

"I ...... I'm a heretic, and any god here won't heal me. ”

Mo Yan's body twisted painfully again, and his hands clutched at his chest, trying to tear the gem off. Within a few strokes, the flesh on his chest was blurred by the flesh scratched by his fingernails.

“......”

Camos looked at Mo Yan, who was silently struggling, shook his head and walked out the door to the camp's well, fetching a bucket of cold well water. After wiping the cold sweat off Mo Yan's forehead and face, he put the moistened cold towel on his forehead. The cold feeling made Mo Yan feel a lot better, he opened his eyes slightly and thanked him, and then fainted directly.

Camos stayed nearby for a while, and after making sure that Mo Yan was not in pain, he returned to his bed, and the sky had begun to light slightly.

The next morning, Mo Yan still woke up on time. Buttoned up the open shirt, and no wounds could be seen on the originally bloody chest, which confirmed Mo Yan's guess. The two mercenaries were still snoring, while Camos, who was lying on the bed, had dark circles under his eyes, apparently not in the mood to fall asleep since he had taken care of Mo Yan.

Neither of them mentioned last night's incident. After hastily settling breakfast, when Mo Yan was going to tidy up the carriage, Camos decided to stay in the camp for another day. The early departure of the day before didn't stagger those weird guys. If you stay for a day, you should be able to solve the problem.

The Knight of Lille, who claimed to be from Lancer, left the camp with his party near noon. There was a young lady in the team who loved to lie in bed, and it was impossible for the whole team to get up early and leave.

Staying in the camp is a boring thing to do as there are no recreational facilities other than accommodation. Although the two mercenaries went to play the popular game of Quinta with those guards, hoping to earn some extra money or something. But for that kind of rudimentary card game, Mo Yan has no interest in it.

What's more, he has more important things to do now, and after having dinner at noon, Mo Yan found an empty room.

"So, let's see if we can take it down. ”

Mo Yan, who had already taken off all the clothes on his upper body, held the dagger that had been polished for a morning, looked at the ruby on his chest, and took a few deep breaths to make a decision. He understood how risky his decision was, and the gem was right in his heart. If your hands shake while digging, you may end up hurting where you shouldn't.

However, thinking of the pain in his bones at night, Mo Yan felt that it was not a loss to take this risk. A roll of washed cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and the dagger was placed on the lit candle and roasted for a moment, the sharp edge piercing the edge of the gem. Some blood flowed out of the wound, and a puff of green smoke came out of the blade, and the burning pain made Mo Yan clench his teeth......

"Mad's retarded!"

After trying Mo Yan for a long time, his pants were completely soaked with blood, but there was nothing he could do with that gem. He had tried direct prying, and he had also tried shaving the flesh around him.

Pry is of no use to the gemstone, as if it is firmly attached to the bone. Even the sharpness of the dagger had collapsed, but it still didn't move. And after Mo Yan endured the pain and cut off the meat, it always grew back after cutting it in front, except for the small pieces of meat on the ground, it didn't have any effect!

After cleaning up the room that looked like a murder scene, Mo Yan put on his clothes and walked out. He gave up on dealing with this damn thing for a while, and his frustration was so intense that he even considered finding a priest to solve the problem, as Camos said. Although he was given strange healing powers, the pain of the night was not something that humans could endure.

Back in the room, Mo Yan put away the jeans that had been put away and put them back on again. After arriving in this world, he also bought only one set of clothes. At first, he still wore jeans and shirts, but later noticed that Mo Yan, who was wearing out his pants, began to deliberately protect the few items he brought to this world.

As night slowly fell, Mo Yan moved his luggage to the next door. Although the two mercenaries were curious about why, they were in no mood to lock up this strange guy after losing for a day. And Camos, as an insider, will not ask Mo Yan for the reason.

Mo Yan, who had prepared a wooden stick, sat on the bed and watched the moon appear outside the window. If it still hurts tonight, he'll knock himself out quickly.

The blue moon in the sky was missing a small patch, not as beautiful as last night's full moon, but it was quite large, and could be seen from anywhere at night. Unlike the rise and fall of the moon on Earth, the moon here does not move, but only appears due north on time at night, and disappears silently after dawn.

Mo Yan in the room waited for a long time, and when it was almost early in the morning, the expected pain still did not come. Mo Yan, who hadn't slept well for two nights, didn't know when he fell asleep in a daze. And by the time he opened his eyes, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

"Last Night......

Camos looked at Mo Yan who came out of the wooden house next door, and was a little strange that he didn't hear a sound last night. Obviously, Mo Yan was not the only one who didn't sleep last night, and Camos also waited until late at night. Although I knew that I couldn't help much, it wasn't good to sleep so heartlessly.

"It's okay. Mo Yan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Except for not knowing when I fell asleep, everything is normal and unharmed, maybe only those two days will hurt." ”

"What are you talking about?" Mossa, who was gargling with a glass of ale, walked over and looked at the two of them suspiciously, scratched his messy head and said, "What only hurts in those two days? I only know that the girls only have two days of pain every month, hahahaha, poof, ......." ”

Put away the fist that smashed on Mosa's lower abdomen, looking at the mercenary who fell to the ground and vomited, Mo Yan shook his head and didn't even bother to say anything, these rough mercenaries are so open-mouthed, if they want to know what to say and what not to say, they still need to be trained well.

After packing up a little, the group set out on the journey again. It's just that Mosa, who was originally sitting behind Camos's carriage, was desperate to change with Flender, even if driving the carriage would be tiring, he didn't want to get close to Mo Yan, a guy who could casually hit others to vomit.

In the afternoon, the last camp between Karan and Kari was reached. Although Lille's party had left the area, as Camos had expected, a large number of merchants who had gone to Karan were still crowded with accommodations, and had no choice but to camp outside the camp.

Towards evening, Mo Yan took his long knife and entered the nearby forest. When they came out again, they were already carrying five rabbits in their hands, and they looked confused when they were carrying their ears, not knowing how they were caught.

Skillfully kill and take out the internal organs, and pluck out three whole rabbit skins. Mo Yan stuck five washed rabbits in a wooden stick and began to roast them next to the rising fire. When it comes to eating, no one is better at eating than **** people, and Mo Yan, who has lived in the forest, has more experience in how to cook wild meat.

Although there are a lot of spices missing, Mo Yan has found some alternatives. After a while, the roasted rabbit smeared with honey exuded an attractive fragrance, and Camos, who knew that Mo Yan had good cooking skills, stared at those rabbits deadly, intending to enjoy them in his hand as soon as they were roasted.

And the smell not only attracted Camos, some merchants in the camp smelled the smell here, and even came to the location of Mo Yan's tent, wanting to spend money to buy some meat to eat. Although this is a good way to make money, for Mo Yan, coins are never as important as their stomach.

But he couldn't resist the begging of those patient guys, and in the end he gave up one. And this rabbit was sold for seven silver coins, and it is said that the man who bought the rabbit sold half of it again, the same for seven silver coins.

"What a bunch of rich people. ”

Mo Yan received the silver coins into the money bag, and he was a little amused by the greedy merchants. I bought a rabbit for a day's food expenses, and these guys also had so much money that they had nowhere to spend it.

"Tsk...... This rabbit will definitely make a lot of money if he opens a shop in Giza. Mosa, who was eating with a mouth full of oil, seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness of the day, and said to Mo Yan, who had already finished eating: "If you can sell me the secret recipe, I swear to all the good gods, I can share half of your profits!"

"Hehe, anyone knows that they will make money, and everyone ......" Flender was about to laugh at Mossa's unconsciousness, but was interrupted by a sudden shout from the tower.

"Everybody, get into camp!

Mo Yan looked at the forest not far away, and some white smoke was spreading forward.

All the plants that came into contact with the smoke were instantly covered with a layer of snow-white frost. It's still summer in the world, and this obvious anomaly caught the guard's attention, and he shouted loudly for those who were still outside the camp to come in, squinting at the impenetrable fog.

Faintly blue flames drifted in a straight line in the direction of the camp.