Chapter 417 Physician
A lone figure walked on a secluded road, his cane touching the ground again and again, causing layers of echoes.
The dark green moonlight moved the shadows, and there seemed to be countless figures swaying in the darkness, as if there were wild beasts hiding and ready to pounce.
No one knew what this evening visitor intended.
The lizard man blew gently, and the invisible flame ignited the countless lives that were floating in the wind.
Lynch thought it would walk straight to the camp so that he could stretch his muscles.
This was not the case, it went straight to the inn on the east side of the road.
The coachman Jackson sat in a corner beside the stairs of the tavern, stroking the dirty wooden table that was still shiny with oil from time to time with his palms that were still sticky with mud. The tavern owner provided him with free drinks, which was what made him most satisfied. It would be even better if he could have some lettuce and white bread.
He joined this organization just to be able to sit in the post station with dignity. Unfortunately, few coachmen delivering letters could save enough money to drink. If he had not joined the organization, he would have been like an ordinary coachman, only able to earn fare by running errands for the citizens in the city.
Now he could even receive letters from nobles, which used to be monopolized by those "guilds".
Jackson didn't think they were that high-ranking. They were just lucky and had signed up for the tour group in advance. There was no distinction between the letters, but they were artificially divided into several levels, and so was the salary.
Jackson no longer had to pay taxes to them since he joined the partnership, but even so, it was not easy for him to save enough money to buy a farm.
He often thought of living like a respectable man, living in his own house, hiring some farm workers to work his own fields, and every day he would only need to talk business with the gentlemen in the city.
So far, this is still a wonderful delusion. The organization helped him buy the carriage for delivering mail, so he could only get a share, but it was reduced from one-tenth to one-half.
When Jackson picked up the wine bowl, he couldn't help but glance jealously at the innkeeper sitting behind the table. After realizing that the other party was staring at him in a daze, Jackson's eyes moved away in fear like a deer.
He cursed the innkeeper in shame and fear. This new idiot owned his own property. Jackson clearly had more qualifications than him, but he was still running errands outside.
The driver, with a hint of bitterness in his heart, prayed silently to the "Lord of Hope", the god that their organization believed in. Only members who could attend the rally could know His name.
I really hope that the god who controls destiny will bring down retribution and make the poor rich and the rich poor.
It's time to let Jackson have a taste of being a superior person. Odok watched drowsily, and even though his upper eyelid was about to stick to his lower eyelid, he did not give up staying awake.
There were a few people drinking there, so he had to keep an eye on them to prevent anyone from stealing anything.
Those stupid janitors don't know how to keep an eye on guests.
When he noticed that the driver who delivered his letter was licking the dirty table with his tongue, Odok couldn't help but smile slightly.
It was just some wine spilled on the table, why be so undignified?
Wouldn't it be better to order another bowl of wine? Can't he afford to drink?
“Boom!”
The loud slamming of the door drove Odok's sleepiness away into panic. He hurriedly picked up his gun and approached the door while aiming at it.
Those stupid servants also picked up swords, and it seemed that they were still useful.
"Who's that outside? I won't let you stay overnight!"
It might be a prank by the group of idiots outside the hotel, and Odok was hoping for a lucky break.
Even if there were beastmen or ghosts attacking, they would harass the idiots outside first.
The dull response, like the snoring of a corpse, almost made Odok soften:
"Have mercy on me, kindhearted man. I am a doctor. I have saved countless lives. For the sake of my kindness, please be kind to me! You will need me someday in the future."
The people in the room were swallowing nervously, and anyone could tell that the people outside were not normal.
The bright green light shone through the rapidly shaking door. People were trying to avoid the moonlight. Only then did Odok remember the organization's commission in his intermittent thoughts.
He suppressed his uneasiness and approached the door in the moonlight and hallucinations, and glimpsed the traveler under the green moon through the crack in the door.
It was a bloated figure completely covered by a black robe. The first thing Odok saw was the snake staff in his left hand and the swollen hand that was holding the staff, like a floating corpse.
The innkeeper wanted to run back to the bar and take a sip of the wine the organization gave him, but he just turned around and fell to the ground before he could take a step.
People looked at Odok in fear. Odok vaguely felt the wetness sliding down his face, and the next moment, the wetness disappeared.
He saw that his hand, which was still holding the gun handle, was rotting abnormally, and soon a yellow and red liquid was revealed, through which the white bones could be seen.
But he felt no pain. A slight cough echoed in the house. It took Odok a long time to realize that it was himself who was coughing.
The slight fluctuation of magic made Lynch stop and continue to stay where he was, watching from the sidelines.
Jackson looked at the innkeeper who had forced himself to stand up with shock and fear. The originally clear eyes of human beings had become as turbid as sewage. Just when Jackson thought the situation would turn to the worst, reason appeared in the innkeeper's eyes again.
Jackson was sure that the current innkeeper was no longer the same person. That stupid newcomer did not have a pair of rational and cold eyes. The eyes of a predator and the hunted were different.
The vague and dull tone outside the house suddenly became intense: "The minions of Tzeentch!" The doctor believed that this was an ambush. It had fought dozens of battles with dozens of different groups of people on the road. Everyone wanted to get the "Medical Encyclopedia", but it has not been able to clarify to the outside world that the key to enter the plague land is not with it.
Even if we lose to the Tirian Society, it is better than letting Tzeentch's puppet get the encyclopedia. The doctor suddenly increased his strength, and the inhuman brute force broke the hardwood door.
It will pay the price! The doctor would rather die together than let the news be spread by this Tzeentch demon, which would attract more besiegers and make the hope of his companions' success even slimmer. Under Jacks' worried gaze, the wooden door, which was already overwhelmed, suddenly cracked, and a bloated figure with a long staff blocked the exit, cutting off everyone's hope of escape.
Jackson started coughing softly, and not only him, but everyone was coughing.
A voice sounded in the driver's mind, giving him orders in a soft voice. The layman, who lacked the ability to discern, followed the guidance in his mind, walked straight behind the bar, and took out the exquisite wine bottle.
(End of this chapter)
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