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25. Compensation

When the doctor woke up, it was already noon the next day. He looked around and found no Rolle or Tank. There was only a young priest waiting beside him.

When the priest saw him waking up, he asked with concern:

"My Lord Bishop, how are you?"

"Call me doctor."

The doctor is in the mood to correct others' names again, and he seems to be in good condition.

"How's the situation outside?"

He asked again.

The priest quickly gave him a brief description of the situation and reported a preliminary estimate of the number of casualties.

"800 people? Fortunately...fortunately..."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest continued to ask:

"Master Anheim's disciple has been waiting outside for a long time. Do you want to see him?"

The doctor nodded.

After a while, a burly young man walked in. He stroked his chest and said a few polite greetings, and then got back to the topic:

"Teacher, when he was cleaning the battlefield, he was injured by the remnants of the monster. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. He just needs to rest and cannot come in person. I apologize."

"When I recover, I'll go visit the master."

After the doctor said this, he asked with some confusion:

"With a master's level, why is he suddenly injured?"

The disciple looked ashamed and replied in a low voice:

"The age of the teacher... you also know that his condition has not been very good, and the monster is stronger than expected."

The doctor seemed to have thought of something:

"A descendant of the evil god with a danger level of 9?"

Anheim was a well-known strong man. If he faced someone with a danger level of 8, no matter how old he was, he would not be injured to the point of being unable to get out of bed.

What's more, it's just a bunch of broken pieces.

The disciple shook his head vigorously and said quickly:

"The teacher specifically told me that in accordance with the latest Decree No. 16, I cannot inquire or discuss this matter."

The doctor recalled it for a while before he remembered what Decree No. 16 was.

That was about two days ago, a confidential decree jointly signed by the Imperial House of Representatives and the Scholars Association, which was quickly parachuted to his desk via an emergency telegram.

The content inside was so outrageous and inexplicable that it sounded like a retard. After reading it, the doctor couldn't help but cursed those tax thieves.

According to the strange rules above, he could not mention the concept of descendants of the evil god, and he could not even say these four words.

Although ordinary people don't know much about it, the concept of being a descendant of the evil god is already widely spread in the circle of extraordinary people, but now they are trying to forcibly ban it?

How can this be done?

"Your Excellency, Bishop, you should have been at the scene at that time, right? Teacher, he really wants to know the specific battle situation, especially about the mysterious strong man."

The disciple's words brought back the doctor's thoughts.

A mysterious strongman?

He suffered severe mental pollution at the time, and his consciousness and vision were blurred, but he still vaguely remembered the powerful pressure.

The brief loss of consciousness caused by that coercion helped him slightly relieve his mental pollution, otherwise he might not be able to hold on for that long.

Was it that country boy who annihilated that terrifying monster? He hid his strength in front of me and lied that he was only at the fourth level?

But why did he hide it and act so low-key and humble?

The doctor was a little puzzled, but immediately thought of another possibility.

Is it necessary to fulfill the price of a sacred object?

Yes, this is the only reasonable explanation.

After figuring out the joints, he answered:

"I'm sorry, I was in a very bad condition at the time. My eyes were almost full of hallucinations and I couldn't describe the scene at that time."

It is impossible for him to hinder others from fulfilling their obligations.

There was a flash of disappointment on the disciple's face, but he could understand it. After a few casual greetings, he was ready to go back and resume his life.

But just before he left, the doctor suddenly said from behind:

"I then... saw a light."

"Light?"

"Yes, the light that cuts heaven and earth."

The disciple's face was filled with shock and surprise...

After he walked far away, the doctor called the priest from before and explained some things to him.

At the same time, he also said to himself:

You saved tens of thousands of lives in the entire town, but you can't accept the applause and worship...

I can't stop you from fulfilling the price, I can only provide you with some compensation as much as possible to show my respect!

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Rolle and Tank worked all night and tried their best to save hundreds of lives.

But there are still many people who could not be saved...

Rolle was sad for a long time and slept in the tavern for a whole day before he recovered.

He secretly swore that he would never leave his body with his sword again, even when taking a shower or going to the toilet.

Early the next morning, he packed his luggage, picked up the donkey, and prepared to board the train.

Tank came with his daughter to see him off.

"Do you really not want to stay for two more days? You are a hero who saved the town. The mayor will definitely award you a medal and erect a statue."

Luo Er smiled and shook his head.

"I don't care about this, I just want to see my daughter as soon as possible."

Just one monster appearing in a densely populated area can cause such a tragedy. So what kind of serious situation is Newlin currently being harassed by monsters?

He was very worried about Keli and had to rush there as soon as possible.

At this time, a priest from the Good Life Church walked over and intervened in the conversation between the two.

"Sorry to bother you, Bishop Wesley asked me to give these to you."

He handed Rolle a badge with a smiley face and a black-covered booklet.

When he handed over the things, a burst of physical pain flashed across his face. It was obvious that these two things were worth a lot of money.

But he soon returned to normal, and he introduced:

"With this badge, you can enjoy free medical care, food and accommodation at any Good Life Church without queuing."

"And this booklet is an exquisite quasi-sacred object, with detailed instructions for use."

"My Lord Bishop wishes to express his respect and gratitude to you."

Quasi-sacred objects? Also known as secondary sacred objects, they are the pinnacle of legendary human technology and craftsmanship. Their power is slightly weaker than that of sacred objects, but they are man-made masterpieces without cost or side effects. Each one is priceless...

Roll couldn't help but recall the boast the fat man had made with him.

That guy boasted that before he was bankrupt and depressed, he had done something like this...

Then the whole village laughed out loud.

Luo Er didn't show any pretense and accepted it generously.

"Thank you doctor for me."

The priest nodded and said to the tank again:

"Your Majesty the Bishop invites you to have breakfast."

Tank couldn't help but smile excitedly.

By being invited by a bishop, he had seized the opportunity to change the social class.

But he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he put Rolle into the car first and helped carry the little donkey into the back half of the truck.

"I will make your story into an opera, be sure to come and see it!"

Tank kept waving his big hands on the platform, and his daughter beside him also waved his small hands.

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