Several adventurers finally plucked up the courage to sneak into the treatment station.
"Slow down," the trapper groped ahead. Although the room was well-lit and everything was clearly visible, his anxiety was no different from exploring a ruin. After all, if a ruin contained spatial laws of this magnitude, it wouldn't be a place for adventuring novices like them to enter and exit casually. Furthermore, it was already late, and while the room was lit, the waste of oil and candles didn't matter, adding a layer of mystery to the owner.
"What kind of light is this? My shadow doesn't waver at all. Is it a magic lamp?" The swordsman, with his companion's back turned, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and muttered quietly, "The silver coins needed to light the magic lamp for one night would allow me to spend a week in the tavern. Rich people are so wasteful."
"Shut up, idiot."
"There are words here." The archer waved his hand for his companion to see.
There was a large, conspicuous sign on a long table not far from the entrance of the treatment station.
For general wound treatment, please deposit 30 silver coins into the chest and proceed to the second-floor treatment room. For other important matters, please visit the third-floor lounge. The first-floor prayer room is open to the public free of charge; those seeking quiet space are welcome to enter on their own.
The archer looked at his injured companion and guessed, "Go up to the third floor?"
"Okay." The trap master took out his tools, measured everything, and after confirming they were all set, they began to climb the stairs with trepidation. Each one of them was nervous, afraid that something might suddenly appear nearby.
"Why are we acting like thieves? This place is open 24 hours a day, so what are we afraid of?"
As soon as they finished speaking, they found a gray-blue magic wolf squatting beside the stairs, looking at them quietly, with a faint blue light flashing in its watery eyes.
!
A silent scream got stuck in the adventurers' throats. They quickly formed the formation they usually used to fight monsters. The swordsman grabbed a comrade who was sliding down from behind and looked very embarrassed.
Compared to the adventurers' fearful reactions, the demon wolf seemed quite at ease. It licked its white paws, swept its tail along the ground, and occasionally raised its eyelids to glance at them. Normally, the adventurers would have either fought or fled, but this demon wolf...
"It seems to be raised by a priest, right?" The archer, still in shock, saw that the wolf didn't make any attacking moves and asked uncertainly, "It doesn't look like it's aggressive."
"Now that you mention it, I remember that." The trap master felt his heartbeat, thinking it was about to burst out of his throat. "When he opened the business, he even crouched on the magic carriage and circled the city."
As if seeing that they were taking too long, the demon wolf stretched its body, raised its head, walked past them, climbed to the top of the stairs, and then looked back at them.
"Does this mean we should follow?"
"Let's go." The swordsman said decisively.
"Adventurers are not afraid of the unknown. The spirit of adventure is our eternal belief." The swordsman muttered the big words on the wall of the Adventurer's Guild to give himself courage. After much difficulty, he followed the magic wolf to climb to the third floor and came to a wooden door that looked very heavy.
The humans of this plane, perhaps influenced by their surroundings since childhood, are easily intimidated by priests, even if they don't believe in any gods. Just like a student facing the serious teacher in the next class.
The swordsman hesitated, raised his hand, and then began to dither again. His two companions, even in their usual adventuring formation, immediately deployed themselves and hid behind the swordsman. The demon wolf was about to turn and leave, but seeing the men's cowardly expressions, it stepped forward and pounded on the door with its claws.
Not long after, the wooden door opened from the inside, and behind the door stood a priestess with disheveled hair. Her white priest robe seemed to have been put on in a hurry and looked crooked.
The priestess yawned, squatted down, and petted the demon wolf. She looked up and down at the people in front of her, her gaze finally resting on the injured man behind the swordsman. "Wait a moment," she said, closing the door. After several seconds, the wooden door opened again. The priestess walked out, holding a black octagonal box.
"Go downstairs." There was no displeasure on her face, and she didn't seem to care about being disturbed at night.
In a pub.
The Adventurer's Guild receptionist plopped down in the middle of the bar. "Give me a bottle of wheat beer."
"Why do you have that expression on your face? Look at my new hairpin, isn't it pretty? My daughter bought it for me." The red-haired lady at the bar was wearing a large, exaggerated petal-shaped hairpin on her head, and she looked very proud.
"Something unpleasant happened." The receptionist glanced at the hairpin on the elder sister's head and said perfunctorily, "Not bad."
"Tell me about it." The red-haired sister pushed the glass filled with wheat wine in front of the receptionist. She watched him drink it all in one gulp and burped loudly.
The receptionist pushed the empty wine glass in front of the red-haired sister and motioned her to refill it: "There are always a few idiots among those adventurers." He didn't care about the hostile looks from the adventurers in the tavern: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not wrong. Who would take the quest for red parrot snake eggs without an antidote? Would you not bring it? Or do you not bring it?" He pointed at several familiar faces that he often saw in the Adventurer's Guild.
“…”
"I see. You didn't want to take it last time." The receptionist pointed a finger at an adventurer in the air, picked up some peanuts on the table and tossed them into her mouth. "I've already warned everyone. You're just lucky."
"Antidotes are not cheap, and indeed they are not used in most cases. Do you think I don't know that? Many people think I am a salesman trying to cheat people out of their money." He pounded the table angrily, and a few peanuts fell off the plate.
"It's not your fault, buddy." The swordsman beside him slapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him off his chair. They often ran into each other in the Adventurer's Guild or the tavern, so they were quite familiar with each other. "No one will blame you. It's no big deal. They just need to spend the gold coins and ask the priests for help. As for the snake venom... they can ask the priests of Florence on Garden Street."
The receptionist straightened his seat and pushed the swordsman's hand away from his shoulder: "Don't be ridiculous, they just came back at this time. Maybe we can see his body tomorrow." This guy is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Working in the Adventurer's Guild, there are always a few times a year when he hears news of adventurers' deaths. It is not something to be happy about.
"It's not that serious." The adventurers gathered around the receptionist. "At most, they'll have to amputate a limb, but they won't die."
"Where did they go after that? Did they try to pry open the priests' doors? God knows where the priests live after the church closes."
"They can climb over the wall and go in. There are servants living inside." The adventurers talked at once.
"How pitiful! May their gods bless them." The red-haired elder sister covered her mouth and said regretfully, "No, you adventurers generally don't believe in any gods, right? That's really too bad."
"Did they tell you where they were going when you left?" a drunk and enthusiastic adventurer suddenly shouted, "I know the address of a certain priest. I've asked him for help before. Maybe he can help them."
"Didn't you tell me not to tell anyone?" His companion quickly covered his mouth.
"Well," the receptionist touched her nose. "They went to the 24-hour treatment station across from the Adventurer's Guild."
"That suspicious building?"
"Is this true?"
The red-haired lady brought out the food requested by the customers one by one. "Are you talking about the healing inn that practically circled the city with a magic carriage when it opened? Their owner is said to be very generous. See that new hairpin on my head? My daughter bought it for me with her salary after one day at her part-time job. They say the space inside is several times larger than it actually is, and they even keep light elves."
"How dare you let your daughter work part-time in such a weird place?"
"Are elves so easy to raise? Could your daughter have been brainwashed by an illusion? You'd better be careful and see if she has been sleepwalking recently."
"Bah, you're the one who's been brainwashed." The red-haired sister took out her stinky rag and said, "Let me wipe your mouth."
"What an unreliable place! Their staff was even pulled away by the Believers' Union a few days ago."
"He also has a demon wolf that glares at me every time I pass by the door!"
Amidst the excitement, someone suddenly shouted, "Let's go and take a look now!"
"Just look!"
"You guys go ahead. I'll drink for a while. Remember to come back alive."
"I'm a C-rank adventurer, how can I survive in Sunset City? Drink yours!"
The blacksmith who had been drinking silently in the corner of the tavern suddenly stood up and said arrogantly: "I bet you one silver coin, if you bring those people back alive, I will pay for breakfast tomorrow." As he spoke, he tore off a piece of dried meat boldly, looking particularly imposing.
"One silver coin can't cover breakfast for so many people. Are you planning to send us off with just one piece of black bread each?"
After drinking some wine and feeling emboldened by the number of people, a group of drunken people set off in a daze.
Inside the prayer room.
Eryi opened the injured person’s personal panel.
Bell [quasi-first-level micro-hybrid human]
HP 67%, Fatigue 86/100, Mana 13
[Red Parrot Venom: Paralysis, continuous decline in vitality, and prevention of wound healing.]
The swordsman placed his companion on a bench in the prayer room. The three adventurers gathered around their companion, awaiting Eryi's instructions. After entering the prayer room, Fluffy went straight to the podium. It seemed like it had taken a fancy to the place recently, treating it as its own territory, so Eryi hadn't dismantled the podium yet.
"Move aside for a moment," Eryi calculated in his mind. The price of Detoxification had not yet been determined. This skill required 30 magic points and increased fatigue by 3 points. He finally decided to charge 1 gold coin per use: "1 gold coin 30 silver coins."
"Okay." The archer was the finance minister of the team. He took out a small bag and took out the silver coins one by one: "Is he okay? He was poisoned by the red parrot snake. If the pharmacy or Florence's church on Garden Street were open, it wouldn't be a big problem... Sorry." He shouldn't mention the priests of other gods in front of the priest.
"Florence is good at detoxification, right?" Eryi was absorbing information.
"Yes." The archer was relieved to see that Eryi didn't care about his mention of other priests. "She is the god who is best at detoxification. Her head priest in the Royal City Church is said to be able to remove certain toxins brought by the Abyss Demons."
After Eryi confirmed that Ling Ling Ba had enough coins in her pocket, she couldn't wait for the archer to slowly count and began to heal. She opened the black box in her hand. This was the new form of the Detoxification Container (C) in the magical plane. The self-service machine was filled with detoxification spells left over from practicing skills. Her fatigue level had already reached 80, so she immediately took out the container and used it.
The octagonal black box opened, and a funnel rose from within. Eryi selected his target and flipped the funnel over. The red liquid within the funnel quickly burst out, covering the injured person. Within seconds, the swelling in his wound began to subside. As the poison dissipated, the potions the adventurers had purchased in the guild began to take effect, and the wound gradually became less ugly.
Then there is the need for healing.
Eryi was thinking about how she could surprise them and promote her skills. After all, the effects of detoxification didn't look impressive. Of course, she didn't notice the expressions of the people around her as the detoxification reservoir took effect.
Remembering how the girls had surrounded the elf and admired it for so long when the tavern first opened, she decided to let them broaden their horizons. When it came to spreading information, the girls couldn't compare to the adventurers who, after a few drinks at the tavern, would talk too much.
"Carry him on your backs and follow me up to the second floor."
"Okay... okay." The swordsman stared at the black box that Eryi casually put aside and stammered.
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