The hunter couple's injuries were quickly and properly treated.
Although the extensive injury required him to rest for several days, the timely treatment prevented him from suffering serious consequences such as disability, which put some relief on the minds of the family who depended on this for their livelihood.
On the contrary, the little girl's illness was more severe.
Perhaps due to her weak constitution, or the recent cold weather, coupled with the low temperature buried on the frozen snow in the morning and the bumpy ride, the girl's burning forehead not only failed to be cooled down by the now warm towel, but instead became even hotter than before.
"He's already talking nonsense."
The blind woman frowned in thought, then withdrew her cold hand from the child's forehead.
I tried to touch the child's palm; the damp sweat covered the icy skin, while the palm itself felt scorching hot.
"Is there no one here who knows healing spells or anything like that?"
I started to miss all the conveniences of the outside world.
Putting aside other things, well-organized medical teams are essential for every city to employ, and the Healing Hall is one of the most important buildings in the city, capable of covering all kinds of minor injuries and bruises encountered in people's daily lives. It is also quite adept at providing post-battle care for mercenaries who are often seriously injured.
At least, with prices that are neither exorbitant nor cheap, the existence of this group of people is able to effectively safeguard the basic lives of the people in the city.
Thinking about it this way, it would have been great if we had brought the little idiot with us when we came; then we could have solved all the problems we encountered.
However, if that were the case, we probably wouldn't make a special trip here.
What a coincidence!
Whether it's Yao taking Hikari away from the Little Garden or the mentor suddenly appearing to issue a mission.
It was as if the two of them had secretly reached some kind of agreement behind my back.
Faced with my murmured question, the blind saint frowned in distress, as if considering how to answer.
Shen Xue, who had been quietly observing her actions, tapped her sword sheath twice with her fingers, closed her eyes and whispered, "I mentioned to you before that all the healing-related resources here are controlled by the church. Those who possess healing abilities, if they know healing magic, are forced to join the church as low-level laborers. If they sell alchemical potions, they are either asked for large bribes or are directly driven out of the city."
It's one thing to say that you feel disgusted by uninvited neighbors and initially try to drive them away or resist by excluding them, but now that you've lived peacefully together for many years and there's even a superficial relationship of domination and subjugation, how can this seem like a deep-seated malice towards ordinary people, or even an inclination to take their lives?
On the one hand, I felt that the original residents had their reasons, and on the other hand, I felt sympathy for the out-of-town residents who had suffered such torment and inhumane treatment for no reason. After a brief struggle, I decided to put aside these meaningless thoughts and discuss the matter at hand.
In any case, no matter what you say now, you can't change or correct the past, so it's better not to think about it too much and only add to your troubles.
Miyuki continued, "However, very occasionally, those guys would pretend to be kind and do some charity work, such as offering free treatment in exchange for selecting some of the physically strong to serve as servants or laborers, or..."
She stopped talking abruptly, and her expression and the atmosphere around her became somewhat gloomy.
You must be referring to Advent Day, right?
The woman suddenly continued, still diligently changing towels in her hands, trying to cool the child down: "You must have just returned recently. If you haven't been to the central square, you probably don't know that the church has already announced that this weekend's last day is Advent."
"What!?"
Miyuki, who usually showed little emotional fluctuation, suddenly opened her eyes wide and sprang up from her relaxed leaning position, grabbing her sword and rushing towards the gate.
"Hmm, what happened?"
Alice peered out the door, looking completely bewildered. She could vaguely hear a commotion coming from the hall. It seemed that Miyuki had been rushing along and hadn't been careful to avoid people in her path, resulting in some bumps and bruises that caused quite a disturbance.
"She really doesn't look like herself."
Alice withdrew her head unexpectedly, shuffled up behind me, and peeked out from over my shoulder: "That Saint Advent Day, it doesn't sound like a bad holiday, does it? Why is there such a big reaction all of a sudden?"
“Unfortunately, I don’t know much about this either,” the saintess replied calmly. “After all, I just happened to be traveling here at first, and only decided to stay after discovering the situation here.”
"As far as I know about that Holy Advent Day, the only thing is that on that day, most of the people in the city are specially gathered to watch the ceremony, and at the very end of the ceremony, a magical light that is said to be able to heal all diseases and injuries will appear."
"That was a healing miracle from the god of winter."
The hunter couple, who had been hesitant and silent, interjected in a low voice, lightly tapping their foreheads and brows with their right hands: "The God of Winter is the only true God proclaimed by the Church. He will form shelter with endless freezing snow and wind to keep danger away, and he will also heal all wounds with the healing light of ice in the prayers of His chosen priests."
"...Although I have never witnessed such a scene with my own eyes, my elders have mentioned it, and it was indeed a scene that was awe-inspiring and worthy of reverence."
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