'Closon' consciously kept his distance. Keep pretending, otherwise how would you know me?
"Okay, you're right~" This tone didn't sound like agreement with what Funas said at all; instead, it was sarcastic.
However, they couldn't afford to argue now, because some of the injured members of the Holy Knights had already retreated, and the two of them still had to take care of their wounds.
Harvey, who was covered in curses, led the members of the Holy Knights back to the city wall, panting heavily. The huge place seemed a bit lonely with only 'Klosen' and Furnas present.
As a Holy Light mage, Funas naturally cast several Holy Light spells to dispel negative status effects first, followed by 'Klosen' casting two healing spells and a few potions to restore magical elements within the body.
"You're coming back far too often. Should we request reinforcements from other outposts?"
This pointless question was naturally posed by 'Klosen,' the culprit behind the appearance of the black mist. His worried expression was natural and genuine, showing no sign that he had just had a quarrel with Fornas.
Harvey shook his head: "No, we can hold on, but the situation at other outposts may not be any easier than ours. Moreover, it seems that these corrupted monsters have surrounded the entire town. Apart from Chad and the others, none of us can guarantee a 100% success rate in breaking through."
But if Chad and his men leave, there will be no one to fill the town's defensive position, which is a truly unsolvable problem.
With his multiple perspectives, 'Klosen' was well aware of how easy it was for the defenders on the other lines, but that didn't stop him from creating a little more anxiety at this moment.
"What should I do? Sigh, my potions are limited. What if I can't keep up with the supply...?"
Everyone present could understand his unfinished words.
Funas and Ansel took turns guarding the house with 'Closon', and he also had this worry in his heart, but he didn't like to worry about future tragedies when he still had the strength.
There's always a way; Chad's team can always pull off miracles, right?
"Enough, Klossen. The knights have just returned. Don't say such discouraging things." He appropriately stopped someone's verbal inducement. "If you're scared, you can go back to town and hide."
"Hey, Funas, even if you can't stand me, don't joke about this kind of thing. My role as a healing tool is still quite necessary."
After a period of healing, rest, and bickering, the group had relieved their stress and quickly rejoined the battle. Funas, adhering to the principle of non-harming, continued to coexist peacefully with 'Klosen', ignoring each other.
A short while later, Ansel, despite his serious injuries, came down to relieve him. His combat strength was much stronger than that of the one-sided Funas, so he would only come back when he was about to collapse.
Are you alright?
Whenever this happens, 'Klosen' will openly and deliberately provoke Funas before he leaves, openly cuddling with Ansel, his hands flashing with healing wood magic, leaving Ansel no room to complain.
Ansel is not good.
This time, due to his poor mental state, he was seriously injured and will not recover for a while. He is in excruciating pain all over his body and has only managed to persevere until now thanks to sheer willpower.
But seeing the worried look on Funas's face and the endless stream of magic from 'Closon', how could he possibly be honest about the severity of his injuries?
"I'm fine, don't worry... Fornas, you need to hurry up and cover for me, Chad and the others are still waiting."
Ansel's disguise was so convincing that only 'Closon,' who was right next to him, could sense his current state. Fornas had no suspicions whatsoever. This wasn't the first time they had changed shifts, so he simply turned and left.
Only after Funas had gone far away did Ansel dare to show his weakness, his face contorted in pain as he groaned – 'Klosen' had touched a raw nerve.
"Oh, the curse in your wound is quite stubborn. Why don't you get rid of it yourself? My wood magic doesn't have that function. Wounds with curses can't heal."
Ansel slumped to the ground against the city wall, watching 'Kloson' also squat down as he did so, and said with a wry smile, "If I could banish this curse, what would I do with it?"
"That's true. So, should I... give you some pain-numbing potion now?"
What a joke! This is a dark magic potion that he painstakingly improved. If it could be so easily dispelled by ordinary holy light spells, it would be utterly useless.
He finally realized that modern magic is all about learning spells and magic circuits left by predecessors, with no innovation whatsoever.
If this continues, by the time Ansel himself figures out a way to break the curse, he'll be tortured to death.
Ugh, so annoying.
But the plan still needs to be implemented while it's still fresh.
"But since you're injured like this, then... I won't be the one to take over for Fornas later, will I?"
“I know your level is more than just a high-level mage. Even if you're not as good as me, you shouldn't be worse than Funas, right?” Ansel was silent for a long time before replying, “Consider this a favor, and I'll give you a little more reward later? How about eight hundred gold coins?”
He had already heard Funas's embellished version of 'Closon's' story. This money-grubbing guy was willing to do anything for money, even if he was a high-ranking magician... So, if he hired this guy to fight, he probably wouldn't be refused, right?
"I???"
"Closon," he said, pointing exaggeratedly at himself.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Okay, he actually refused. Ansel tentatively asked, "Then should I pay more?"
“I can’t do it even if you pay more!” ‘Closon’ refused quickly with a serious expression, but he quickly added, “…How much more?”
"One thousand gold coins."
"One thousand and five?"
"At most 1200, I'll make it up to you personally."
"make a deal!"
'Closon' wasn't after money; it was mainly because he was a very helpful person.
However, he still remembered what he had planned, so he took the opportunity to start treating his non-cursed wounds with patches while chatting with him to change the subject.
Finally, it was suggested that the dark mages who had been fighting with Chad's squad should participate in the defense of the line.
Surprisingly, Ansel didn't immediately refuse; instead, he asked a question in return:
"How can you guarantee they'll keep their promise and not deliberately let the town be destroyed?"
Is there even a question? Because they listen to me.
Klossen replied, "I can tell that in those people's eyes, revenge against Chad and his gang is much stronger than involving innocent people. At worst, I'll just promise them a favor later to satisfy their craving."
Ansel: Wow, you make that sound so easy!
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