It had been a few hours and three minutes since they arrived at the clinic, and the wounded had all been sent to beds in a large house on the second floor, as Carl Rota had requested.

After carrying all the "goods" into the house, the unknown Gulnius sturdy man returned to the small door where he had stayed without saying a word to continue his work. Nicholas, who was not lightly injured, was taken by Carl Rota to the treatment room for brief treatment and recuperation.

Curt, who was neither injured nor had any work, wanted to help Carl Rota, but was taken to the hall on the first floor by a burly old man and told him to "wait for a while".

So he sat idly in the hall for a moment or three.

The clinic was quiet, with the sound of Carl Rota walking back and forth on the second floor. A large, colorful bird perched on a shelf at one end of the hall and croaked from time to time, occasionally turning around, and playing a game of staring at Curt, who was not sure what kind of bird it was.

It's nearly evening, and even though the summer sun sets late, the orange sunset fills the streets. Looking through the windows facing the back street, the western sun shines on the labyrinthine streets of the old town, and the buildings of high and low height seem to be burning, folding a crimson twilight.

On the shelves carried by the birds were small jars of muddy things, from which the scent of grass wafted out. Maybe it's time to sleep, and the colorful birds start to doze off. It shook its head from time to time, as if to cheer itself up, and then continued to stare at Curt, who had looked away.

A sound of footsteps approached, and a white figure appeared on the stage on the second floor: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to wait so long." Those human boys ate things they shouldn't touch, and it took a lot of effort to remove the residual poison, and the next treatment may take a lot of time. ”

He walked down the stairs step by step, and the stairs creaked and creaked as if he would be trampled by the next step.

"Those imps must have been framed, and someone made them take some kind of body enhancer. Curt looked up, and old Gulinius had a lot of beads of sweat on his face, "But it's really troublesome for you, I didn't expect these little gangsters to have a doctor like you to help treat them." ”

Walking down the dangling staircase, Carl Rota walked "slowly" towards Curt - perhaps a degree of slowness for a stride nearly twice the length of a normal person.

As if he hadn't heard what Curt had said, Carl Rotta said of the wounded: "Nicholas is still sleeping, and he has basically used up the last of his strength to hold on here. If you just consider the trauma, he actually suffered more serious injuries than the ones who were knocked unconscious. ”

"I see, I said how to hear him let out two pig-killing screams and then it was quiet, it turns out that you gave her a medicine to help her sleep. Curt laughed, as if he had already guessed the situation, "It seems that I did a good job, and his companions really don't know the severity of the attack after they went crazy." ”

In the words of a few words, Carl Rota had already walked to Curt's side. The heavy patterned robe he wore was already soaked with sweat, and the old blood of unknown origin was dull and old. When the bird on the shelf saw him coming, it immediately flapped its wings and flew to his shoulder, rubbing its head against his face.

Perhaps he had thought that it was Curt's hand before, and Carl Rota's expression did not change.

Caressing the head of the large bird, Carlotta looked at Curt and said, "It can't be helped—because they've lost their minds." From their blood I smell Boygin, a drug used by berserkers in the Northland to suppress reason. During the Great War, there were many invaders who invaded our territory who tried to use this medicine to control our warriors, and I have not forgotten this smell to this day. ”

Perhaps remembering the memories of living in his homeland, Carl Rotta's eyes looked at Curt, but he didn't know where to go. His eyes sparkled as if he had seen through a long time, as calm as a primeval lake that had not yet been visited.

Calm.

The term is often associated with the free-spirited Gulnius, a race whose people, young and old, are as hot as a fierce flame. Enthusiasm and courage are their characteristics, and it is impossible to calm down and think about them with a straight temperament.

Carlotta, on the other hand, is an anomaly, and his appearance is more like a human being who has experienced many things than ordinary Gulnius.

"I see, I can probably think of someone using this medicine. Kirt nodded, this result was not much different from what he had originally expected, "Not the usual body enhancer, but Berserker potion...... It's a big deal to be willing to use it to deal with these unsuccessful gangsters. ”

The drugs applied to the gangsters have a twofold effect - to strengthen their muscles so that they have constant destructive power, and to increase their stamina, so that they can get up again and again. At the price, their consciousness was erased to the point that even their companions could hardly distinguish.

Berserker Elixir, a potion of madness and power, is a nasty product of treating people as disposable consumables. Those who use this potion will become like a mad beast, and will wreak havoc on everything around them.

The thugs who attacked Nicholas and Curt were able to retain the last bit of will, probably thanks to the fact that the person who drugged them had diluted the potion beforehand.

"I've heard from those boys who came here that they've been fighting some troublesome guys lately, and I didn't expect them to choose such despicable means. It's just that these things need to be used in this struggle...... Humanity is a much more cruel group than Gulnius, regardless of the era. ”

Carl Rotta's face didn't show any expression as he said this, but Curt could still feel the sadness in the tone of his voice. Perhaps this is because Gullius, who is as old as him, can feel the influence of human civilization on their race more likely.

The history of human communication with Gulnius can be traced back more than a thousand years. At that time, human beings already had the basic form of civilized society, and this race living on the edge of civilization was indeed a group of barbarians with a tribal or family structure and a group of barbarians who drank blood.

Since then, the living areas of these "barbarian races" have been seized by humans in large numbers, until they are forced into a great wilderness that is difficult for humans to live in. Although the honor-worthy Gullinius wanted to preserve the habits of life since ancient times, they could only helplessly watch their people continue in a worse and worse situation. As for those who entered the "civilized society", Gulinius had to choose to change on his own.

Curt smiled and closed his eyes: "Maybe so, because unlike you who have a strong body, human beings have to always think about the means and tools needed to solve problems. These solutions may seem despicable in your eyes, but they are only ways to get there. ”

"Aha. ”

Old Gulnius smiled exaggeratedly, his laughter rough and straightforward: "You're right, these means are just 'ways' to achieve the goal, even the Gulnius, who used to only use duels as a means, have now begun to choose a variety of ways to solve problems. ”

The calm and calm primeval lake rippled slightly.

"I have seen Gullius, who has become even more inferior than men, and men who are nobler than the most glorious of Calleon. I have to say that the current era is unimaginable when I was young, and maybe an old bone like me may not be able to adapt to this world. ”

Theoretically, Gulnius lived a lot longer than humans, and for humans with an average lifespan of less than fifty years, Gullius, who could easily live for more than a hundred years, was often the object of envy. Their over-strength bodies kept them healthy and strong, but few of the men of this battle and glory race survived to the end of their lives - they often died in battle before that.

"The most expensive peace is cheaper than the cheapest war, and for most people, it's a good time. Curt raised his index finger, "But for you who were born as warriors, you can't quite understand how important such a smooth routine is to ordinary people." ”

Gulnius were born to be excellent fighters, and in contrast to the average human who must rely on good training to become a qualified warrior, Gulnius' endowment is enough to make them a formidable warrior. Perhaps because of this talent, they were not very accustomed to mundane errands, so many of the gullinius were unable to adapt to the life that became smooth after the war, and their instincts were to fight and win glory.

"Maybe so, when they retired from the battlefield, there were many young men who were nagged by their superiors for a long time with such words. By that time I had become a healer, so I didn't want to be honored on the battlefield, I just had to heal the wounds that were sent to me. It's just that I didn't expect that a guy like you has also adapted to the so-called modern civilization of mankind, the raven that brings calamity. ”

"Hehehe, ravens are a name to be missed, but what's going on lately? Curt burst out laughing, rather low, perhaps not at all, "The Raven's bloodline was completely terminated when we died, and I'm just Curt Leinster, an 'iron' mercenary in the Mercenary Administration. ”

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