A little cat-eared hooligan named Kazit Woodpaw slumped on the dirty ground.

Two bright red nosebleeds slowly soaked his upper lip.

Everyone froze in place as they experienced the 1.75 seconds of "non-existence".

Even the person who was beaten didn't know what was going on.

"Damn... How dare you..."

"Arrogant human, you can't get out of Stink Mouse Alley!"

"Kill him! Rip off his flesh and feed it to the dogs! ”

The drunken little rascal began to move, drawing all kinds of weapons and about to pounce.

Alcohol was enough to numb their already underdeveloped nerves.

Coupled with the presence of the opposite sex of the kitten lady, the humiliation of being knocked down turned into a raging rage.

These guys have all cultivated magic elements, and their strength is equivalent to that of quasi-black iron level adventurers.

That's why he dared to tease Rebecca wantonly.

The little cat lady who reacted hurriedly drew her short sword and stepped forward to protect Chen Xuan.

"Shut up!"

"I don't want to see my own people bleed!"

"You're drunk, go home!"

"Especially you, Kazit, don't upset Aunt Woodpaw..."

Rebecca Miri yelled.

She didn't expect that the seemingly indifferent master would have such a protective side.

Stinky Rat Alley is a street where cat-eared people and human paupers live together.

So strictly speaking, these little hooligans are Rebecca's "childhood sweethearts".

Chen Xuan regained his indifferent attitude.

Fights in the city were frequent, and the sheriff turned a blind eye to them.

But if there is a homicide, the nature is completely different.

Especially in the terrible situation of killing people in the street during the day.

Of course, taking advantage of the night to quietly avenge a personal vendetta is another way of saying it.

At the end of each Naroa night, there are always many unclaimed corpses in the ditches outside the city.

In fact, Chen Xuan didn't think about it so much when he started.

The reason is simple.

Those who dare to molest labor and management will be punished by labor and management.

It doesn't matter if you kill someone or anything, it's over [cross-border] and go back to Blue Star, and hide for ten days and half a month.

He didn't believe that the vigilantes would put a high bounty on a few little hooligans.

However, Rebecca's words gave Chen Xuan and the little rascals a reason to take a step back.

Because she's right, after all, they're all of the same race.

And the mother and younger brother of the kitten lady still live here.

The continent of Naroa is a world where all people are soldiers and extremely martial.

All kinds of friction and fighting occur from time to time.

Like the little episode just now, it can only be regarded as a small scene, and it is not to the point of fighting for life.

"Let's go."

Chen Xuan pursed his lips, not bothering to look at those guys.

It's also good to be a considerate host once in a while.

Rebecca put her sword back into its sheath and hurriedly led the way.

A few drunks looked at the distant backs of the two of them, cursed a few words, and then returned to the tavern with their shoulders hooked, slapped a dirty little money bag, and hugged the scantily clad human dancers in front of the stage.

……

"Master, here we are."

"This is my home..."

Stand in front of a dilapidated shack deep in Stink Alley.

Rebecca turned to Chen Xuan and introduced.

Then he pushed open the rickety wooden door.

Suddenly, a smell of herbs mixed with sweat and sour smell came to my face.

"Ahem..."

"Sister... Are you back? ”

A weak voice came along with the sound of coughing.

The light inside the house is extremely dim, and there are no windows left, as if it is isolated from the world.

Wisps of smoke wafted out, making it impossible to see inside.

"Nick, stop talking..."

"I brought a guest."

Rebecca said softly and walked into the room.

Chen Xuan took out a lithium battery lamp and stood outside the house before lighting it up before walking in.

The shacks are very rudimentary, and the walls are nailed out of wooden planks and look uneven.

The roof is a triangular beam structure with a thick layer of straw.

Two thin slab beds are covered with stubble straw mats.

Other than that, there was only a rotten wooden table and two loose chairs.

On the bed near the doorway lay a frail feline-eared teenager.

He also had beautiful silver hair and red eyes, but his face was like gold paper, as if he had jaundice.

The naked upper body made his bulging abdomen stand out.

Rebecca's mother, who was lying on the other bed, had the same symptoms.

She didn't move, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of her chest, she looked like she was dead.

The light of the lamp brightens up the room, revealing the misery hidden within.

"Jaundice and umbilical hernia..."

"It should be hepatic ascites or intestinal obstruction ascites."

"This is what Rebecca is talking about?"

Chen Xuan pondered in his heart that his medical knowledge was limited, and he could only make superficial judgments based on appearances.

If it is really an ordinary ascites, it can be cured with the medical level of Blue Star.

I am afraid that it is malignant ascites caused by cancerous lesions.

But Rebecca also mentioned that this plague can be completely cured through the baptism of the Cat Man Temple.

This may indicate that the treatment method on the mysterious side is far more magical than the medical method of Blue Star.

You must know that Bluestar still has many terminal diseases that cannot be cured.

If baptism can really cure terminal diseases, there are business opportunities in it.

Of course, also consider the cost of baptism.

But Chen Xuan is a guy who can double cultivate magic and martial arts, he can try to learn healing techniques and other means by himself!

He stood next to him, thinking silently, without disturbing the reunion of the kitten mother's relatives.

……

More than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Rebecca's brother and mother are each eating a bucket of fragrant instant noodles.

The kitten dispelled the smoke from the house before closing the wooden door again.

At this time, Chen Xuan was sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, carefully flipping through the book "Basic Demon Element Cultivation Method" given by the Adventurer's Guild.

By the time he closed the page, he already knew it.

"Let's practice together, Rebecca."

He greeted him, and immediately put the cultivation method by his side.

Put your hands on your knees, close your eyes and try to practice.

The principle of magic cultivation is not complicated, it is essentially the process of feeling and accepting magic power.

The top talent allowed him to complete the first step without hindrance -

- Emptiness!

It is an ethereal state of perception, as if he has become a spirit that has escaped the shackles of the flesh, and has gained a peculiar third-party perspective.

In the perception of the mind, his sitting figure suddenly appeared.

It's just that this figure is outlined by fainter lines.

At the same time, there are dense spots of light like fireflies around the figure.

These points of light are free magic!

In accordance with the requirements of the cultivation method, he began to mobilize the potential of his mind.

This step is to control the body to accept the magic in an ethereal state.

It didn't take long for Chen Xuan to see that his phantom began to absorb light spots.

At first, there were two or three scattered points of light, and then it became five or six, more than ten...

After a week of circumnavigation through the body, about two-thirds of these points of light escaped from the nose and mouth.

The remaining points of light slowly settled, painting the faint figure with a hint of pale gray.