The resident wizard in Iron Curtain City turned over the documents in his hand with a suspicious look on his face.
He flipped the document to a certain page, pointed to a place on it, and slowly asked the old man in front of him: "It says that you only have twenty-three medical doctors. Why do you have five?"
Ten people?”
"Sir, please take a closer look. It says twenty-three formal doctors, and the young people behind me are the new apprentices of this hospital."
The energetic old man wiped his red nose and replied methodically: "You see, my lord, it is also mentioned in the document - it is this sentence: "Qualified formal healers and their apprentices have the right to appear in any medical affairs involving *
"Except for the nobility, no one has the right to imprison, interrogate, and repeatedly cross-examine doctors in any territory of any country or force outside the private domain of the *," which may aggravate the injured person's condition and lead to death.
The sentence "behavior"..."
Because he wanted to point out the details on the document, the old man came closer and got closer to the resident wizard.
Suddenly, the fishy smell that cannot be washed away from the body due to eating meat all year round hit my face.
The resident wizard frowned and didn't even bother to lower his head to look at the documents. He just unconsciously drew his neck back.
As if they saw his movements, several doctors in their twenties and thirties took an angry step forward. However, they were pulled back almost at the same time by the people around them.
Seeing this scene, the suspicion in his eyes became even stronger.
Theoretically, there is nothing wrong with their files. But this is where the biggest problem comes from.
Their preparations were so perfect. It was as if these people had expected in advance that he would conduct numerous cross-examinations.
He keenly felt a strong uneasiness.
After all, the current situation in the White Tower is serious. There is no room for him to be careless.
Yesterday evening, a huge explosion came from the south. Pure white flames covered the entire sky. Even though he was so far away from the scene of the incident, he still felt the holy power in the wind.
It is conceivable that the pure white holy fire that burned for a long time before gradually extinguishing caused terrible damage. Although he did not see the scene of the explosion with his own eyes, he could roughly guess what kind of terrible human world it had become.
hell.
You know, his girlfriend who has not yet graduated from the apprentice wizard lives not far from the explosion.
Was she at home at that time? Was school over? Did she go out with friends? If so, how is she doing now? If not, how was she injured in the explosion? Or
…
He didn't even dare to think about it. If he could, he wouldn't want to stay here for even a second and would fly to her side right now.
——But, no.
The more this period of turmoil occurs, the more important the three fortresses of the White Tower become. There must not be any accidents.
This is for the sake of everyone in the White Tower.
He cannot abandon his obligations.
You must never leave your post without authorization, and you must never let your guard down——
It's not because he is paranoid. Since this morning, three waves of people from hospitals from various places have submitted applications to him, hoping to get through his treatment. There are relatively few people from St. Rexay Hospital.
Because they were under the guise of being invited to treat those injured in yesterday's explosion, and the various documents were indeed flawless, he had no choice but to let them go after repeated inspections.
However, he stubbornly believed that there must be something wrong with these people.
Because it's too fast.
Hospital - different from the concept of civilians, he knew that the people who came out of there were not docile sheep who only healed injuries.
Healing institutions are areas directly governed by the gods.
Only hospitals with at least one official priest are considered legal institutions. In addition, all healers must have faith and formally believe in a certain god.
Although compared to the temple, the relationship between these hospitals and the White Tower is relatively good. But something happened last night, and almost all the staff were dispatched this morning - those guys in black windbreakers would not be so kind.
Wizards are always not good at treatment. Although they can develop various bandaging techniques and advanced medical supplies, that does not mean that enchantment wizards, whose knowledge is almost all from books, can have good bandaging techniques.
The Magic Knife Wizard with dissection experience is still ostracized by the people in the White Tower. After all, it is too dangerous for the Magic Knife Wizard to touch the body at close range. No one wants their internal organs to be marked with some invisible mark.
, as long as someone wants to, it can be chopped instantly.
Once a very serious accident occurs, all the White Tower can do is to prevent the injury from getting worse. And the only medical potion from the White Tower that has a similar effect to the magic is from Su Ze. It will not be given so easily.
Taken by people.
After all, it is not the Lost Christmas period yet. For Su Ze, these things are precious military supplies and cannot be sold in large quantities to the White Tower. The White Tower is also working hard to use witchcraft to decipher the mysteries of these alchemical products.
Each bottle of potion is a precious sample.
Alchemy and witchcraft can also be used for production, but unlike alchemy, which must be operated manually, witchcraft can use machines instead of manual labor for mass production.
If alchemy is artistic creation, pursuing fleeting inspiration and instant beauty, then witchcraft creation is to organize the aesthetic experience into a cold, rigid and devoid of beauty formula, and use it to mass-produce specious but similar levels.
A science of counterfeiting.
From the user's point of view, there is no difference. For items with similar functions and similar performance, the price of witchcraft creations is much cheaper than that of alchemy creations. But for alchemists, this kind of "truth" is conveyed to human beings.
The act of forcibly summarizing comprehensible knowledge, isolating the inner laws of alchemical creations and directly copying them without hearing the principles of their composition is a complete blasphemy against the truth.
In their view, wizards are shameless copycats. They say they have invented something, but in fact they are almost all recreations and copies of some rare alchemical creations. They only pursue manufacturing and use, without asking the underlying issues.
A person who understands the principles is not worthy of calling himself a scholar.
But unfortunately, the wizards have the white tower that the alchemists most want to own. This facility that allows them to observe Orm's laws - or "truth" up close - is really alluring to the alchemists.
So great that after this contempt was mixed with enough jealousy, it turned into complete disgust.
In the eyes of wizards, alchemists are too traditional. They have not inherited their abilities. The mage style is stubborn, old-fashioned and does not know how to adapt. Instead, they have learned a lot. They hold a lot of ancient creations that will expire after just a few uses.
I don't do research, I would rather read those empty tomes than learn from the ideas of my predecessors. I have to rely on the system I established and independently research something to prove that I am right.
In this regard, the wizards expressed their disapproval.
If you have the ability to be arrogant, that's awesome. If you don't have the ability, being arrogant is just pretending.
Therefore, it can be said that the relationship between the two mage traditions, alchemists and wizards, has reached the limit of danger and may completely break down at any time. The depth of hatred between them has exceeded the hatred for clergy in a sense.
Therefore, whenever there is a serious accident in the White Tower and urgent treatment is needed, the wizards and doctors would rather ask those who believe in the gods than try to use any alchemical items to survive the disaster.
But this wizard, who had just arrived in Iron Curtain City, was in a very irritable mood.
He checked over and over again, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with these documents. Moreover, there was no evil aura about them, nor the smell of blood that comes from people who have killed people, but he just stubbornly felt that there was something wrong with these people.
"How about it, sir, can we go there?"
The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, bowed his waist and said to him kindly.
"...Ah, let's go."
The wizard looked through the file again, but still couldn't find what the problem was.
So he had no choice but to return the files to these people in frustration and opened the barrier.
After all, he didn't even know what happened at the explosion site, so he didn't dare to delay these doctors.
Maybe, just because he stepped aside for a second in advance, his girlfriend's life was saved...
But he has decided that as soon as they leave, he will write a letter to his superiors and hand over all the information about these immigrants today.
——If something unexpected happens to him in the end, the consequences will be beyond his ability to bear.
However, just after he shook his head and teleported back to his room, he found that there was already someone waiting in his room.
That was exactly the healer he let go in the second wave——
He took a step back and was about to perform the technique, but the "healer" suddenly burst out with terrifying speed.
The "healer" rushed over with a single step. The wizard then subconsciously blocked the punch to his chest, but his arm was also directly broken.
Just when he couldn't help but howl in pain, a palm from bottom up hit his chin cleanly. There was only a snapping sound on his neck, and his head bent back sharply.
, it hit him on the back and bounced hard, causing him to fall backwards helplessly.
If it's bent to this extent, the person should be dead.
The "healer" didn't relax at all.
He walked over in silence in two or three steps, and punched the wizard's chest one after another. It wasn't until the penetrating force made the sound of water flow from inside, and blood spurted out from the wizard's seven orifices, that he stood contentedly.
stand up.
"Bah, heretic. A bastard like you who deserves a lot of money... Count your luck, you will die easily."
But just as the Inanimate Fist turned and roared away, he didn't notice that the wizard behind him, whose heart had been smashed into pulp, flicked his right hand lightly as if he was electrocuted. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please