Teaching swordsmanship here made Sain and the others tired, but they finally got on the right track, and Kevin and Little Spoon over there began to act like people, which was not easy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Early in the morning, after completing the prescribed ceremony, the two went to the Church of Light together, although they knew that the other party would not welcome them, but they still had a cheeky face. Anyway, if they sign the contract for the time being, they won't turn their faces directly, or even if they turn their faces, Kevin is not afraid of them.

In the past few days, there have been fewer kobolds, but the wounded here have not decreased much, and it seems that there are still a few old faces. The priest and the female light elf usually looked at the patients one by one, and when they caught a glimpse of Kevin and the little spoon coming in, they ignored it, as if they didn't see it.

Kevin and Little Spoon found a stool and sat down, looking around a little bored. But this place is so small, I have already looked around twice in just a moment, and there is nothing to see but how they heal.

The priest and the patient do not understand the language, and the treatment is entirely based on gestures and will, if the hand is broken, then it is clear at a glance. If it is an internal injury, the priest can also directly use light spells to detect and treat, but if it is a headache, brain fever, cold and cough, etc., or a strange illness that is not clear, it is more difficult to communicate.

Kevin saw the priest gesturing to a patient lying on the floor, and asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?" ”

The patient kept touching his stomach and kept explaining, but unfortunately the priest didn't understand.

The priest also touched his stomach: "There is no problem, do you have a stomachache?"

The patient thought that the priest understood what he meant, so he nodded vigorously and looked at the priest with a sullen expression.

The priest was still a little dazed, because judging by his spells and experience, there should be no problem. But maybe he ate something bad, or a depressed mood caused an upset stomach, or something else. But these things need to be asked to understand, and the difference in language makes this process especially difficult.

Normally, the priest would directly replace the next patient, but today Kevin and they are here, and he doesn't want to show Kevin a joke, so he is patient, gesturing at the side of his mouth, and asking, "What have you eaten?"

The kobold nodded again and again, gesturing with his hand to his mouth, as if he was taking something to eat.

"And what exactly did you eat?" asked the priest, "when did you eat it?"

But the gesture was too difficult, and the kobold still gestured with his hand to his mouth, and seemed very anxious.

Kevin laughed in the back, "Why don't we go and ask for a translator?"

"No!" the priest flatly refused, turning back to the kobold patient and continuing to ask, "You are not feeling well, so can you draw?"

Kevin and Little Spoon were a little curious, and they came to take a look, but the painter was so abstract that everyone tilted their heads and still couldn't find how to look at the painting head-on.

"What is this?" asked the priest, patiently, pointing to a part drawn on the ground.

The kobold danced with his hands, then touched his mouth, then touched his stomach, and finally made a depressed appearance.

The priest pondered for a moment: "Is there something wrong with your mouth?

The kobold could understand, and opened his mouth: "Ahhh

The priest brought it to his mouth, and his finger flicked into a small ball of light, which instantly illuminated the entire mouth of the kobold, and the priest suddenly said: "Ah, you have tooth decay!

So saying, the priest immediately went back to his room, and brought small pliers, small chisels, and a large hammer, and beside him the female light elf carried a basin and gave him a hand. It can be seen that this priest is still a bit level, and some miscellaneous diseases are involved, even tooth extraction.

However, Kevin always felt that something was not right, and after thinking about it, he said to Little Spoon: "I'll go and call the translator, and you are here to watch, I always feel that it is not right." With that, Kevin had trotted out the door.

The priest here also heard it, and just snorted coldly at this. Then he rolled up his sleeves and said to the kobold patient: "You want to extract a tooth, unfortunately there are no anesthetic herbs for you, the light spell can stop the bleeding and moderate pain relief for you, but it is after the tooth extraction, the moment of the tooth extraction is a little painful, you bear with it." ”

The kobold looked dazed, of course he didn't understand, in fact, the priest didn't tell him, he said it to the little spoon and the female light elf, so it seemed that he was very professional.

"Ahh

"Ahh Then the priest immediately took out a short stick and propped it directly to his mouth, up and down against his upper and lower teeth, so that he could no longer close his mouth.

"Ahhhh The priest pressed his knees against his chest, and the female light elf pressed his head with both hands. The priest took the small chisel and the big hammer, reached in and bang, bang, and then took the pliers and pulled them out vigorously......

"Ah......h

At this time, Kevin had just arrived with a translator, and he was stunned when he saw this scene. The priest was calm, raised his hand to give the kobold a light recovery spell, and muttered: "Don't worry, the bleeding has stopped, and you can be cured in a few days of cultivation." May God bless you. ”

The translator took two steps forward, communicated with the patient for a few words, and then stood up a little embarrassed: "He said that he touched his stomach, which means that he is hungry, and touches his mouth, which means that he wants something to eat." He wanted to ask, why did he pull out his teeth?"

Everyone: "......"

"Ahem," the priest blushed slightly, but still forcibly explained, "it's tooth decay, if not extracted...... The tooth was decayed. ”

The translator hurriedly relayed it, and when the kobold heard it, he was still a little grateful, and the translator relayed: "He said thank you." ”

The priest waved his hand: "You're welcome. ”

Kevin was in the interface: "Translator, it's okay, you can go back." Thank you for your hard work. The interpreter immediately nodded to everyone, and politely said that he could call him at any time if needed.

As the interpreter walked out of the church, Kevin and Little Spoon both turned their gaze to admire the priest. The kobolds here are poor and don't pay much attention to hygiene, and what does it matter if they have a few cavities in their mouths? Generally, they don't pay attention to it, and if they have their teeth extracted, they may be weak and die faster. The priest's rhetoric is just to fool some ignorant civilians, and even those with a little common sense can't be fooled.

The priest was depressed and in no mood to see a doctor, so he turned around and went through the side door. Kevin and Little Spoon glanced at each other, and the two naturally separated, Kevin followed the priest inside, while Little Spoon stayed outside to chat with the female light elf.

"What are you doing here?" the priest couldn't help but chase away Kevin when he saw him come in.

"Actually, medical malpractice is a very normal thing, don't worry too much. Kevin comforted him instead.

The priest wanted to refute two sentences, but after thinking about it, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

"Why don't you give me a check-up?" Kevin spread his hands, "I don't know how I've been doing lately." ”

"I never give demons a physical examination. The priest flatly refused.

"If you don't check the demon, how do you know what the demon is, and how can you defeat the demon?" Kevin retorted.

The priest was silent for a moment, then looked back at Kevin a few times, but raised his hand and shone a light. Kevin immediately felt a warmth on his body, knowing that this was not an attack spell.

"There's nothing wrong with you," the priest withdrew his spell after a moment, "but I didn't expect you to be at the level of red vindictiveness." ”

"There must be no overly powerful people in the Military Observer Mission," Kevin said helplessly, "and this is also something that cannot be helped." It seems like the two of us have fought each other, although I don't have to fight hard. ”

The priest was a little dissatisfied: "I'm not a combat profession, and it's not a big deal to win against me." ”

"The priest still has a lot of prejudices against me," Kevin sighed, "it's not necessary, the two of us have no grievances, and the question of faith is not a problem." You should know very well that God's religion is only temporary, and once my mission is completed, the church will automatically dissolve, and what is not believed in itself is just a tool for transition. ”

"Actually," replied the priest, "the real question is, what exactly do you want to do?"

Kevin thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "The priest is actually the same kind of person as me, right?"

"What?" the priest was dazed.

"They're all atheists. Kevin said with a smile.

The priest suddenly changed color: "You fart! I am a devout believer!

"Good, good. Kevin didn't argue with him much, just followed his words and started talking about other things.

At this time, Little Spoon and the female light elf Strina were chatting in the hall of the church. The patients in the hall are still like this, basically it only takes an hour or two to look around, and after that, Strina has nothing else to do, just sits in a chair in a daze.

Little Spoon immediately went over to say hello, but in fact, the two girls did not have a common language, and it was a "common language" in the literal sense, and neither of them understood the language.

However, this does not mean that Little Spoon asked Kevin to write a few Elven cards in advance, and then pestered Stryt to learn Elven language: "Hey, teach me Elven language." ”

Strina looked dazed and replied in Elven language, "What do you say, what do you want to do?"

"Let's learn," Little Spoon said, pulling out a lot of cards, as well as drawings and the like, "let's learn the language." ”

Now Strina seemed to understand: "If you want to learn the language, why don't you go to Kevin, who also understands Elven language?"

Little Spoon could understand what she meant, but it was troublesome to explain, so he simply pretended not to understand and ignored it, and showed her the card: "Look, this is a kobold with a crown on his head, representing the kobold king, we can call him 'dog emperor'." Looking at this representative of the kobold at the lowest level of civilians, we can call him a 'dog thing'......"

"Uh......" Strina was a little confused.

"Come and follow me, dog thing, dog thing......" Little Spoon didn't care so much, patted her on the shoulder and kept repeating.

Strina did have the idea of learning other languages in her heart, and she was idle at the moment, and seeing that the little spoon was so lively, she didn't refuse. After hearing the same word a lot, she began to read it along, although she didn't understand what it meant.

At noon, Father Priest and Kevin came out of the side door, ready to make lunch. Strina saw Kevin coming, greeted him politely, smiled and nodded, and then popped out three standard Lou Pauler Chinese: "Dog thing." ”

Kevin and Father Priest were both stiff: "......"

Then subconsciously looked at the little spoon, which had already covered his mouth and smiled, laughing almost trembling. But when Strina looked back at her, Little Spoon instantly returned to her natural expression and gave Strina a thumbs up, indicating that she was standard.