Before Old John became a corpse collector, he had a family and two shops of his own. He was not considered rich, but could be considered above the middle class. However, due to a rare catastrophe, everything he had worked hard for half his life was reduced to nothing.
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His shop was robbed by hungry thugs, his wife and children were kidnapped, and one of his legs was broken. His only daughter could not survive the disaster and starved to death.
He was left hanging on to his last breath, and the biggest driving force for his survival was his wife and children, who had no news of him. He hoped to see him again in his lifetime, but as time went by, this hope became increasingly slim.
At the end of the story, Old John burst into tears. The only thing Sean could do was to be a listener and listen to an old man's memories of the past years. By the time Old John left, he was already drunk. As for the alcohol,
Did it make him drunk or his own memories made him drunk? Sean couldn't tell.
This was the first and last meeting between Sean and Old John. It was a week later that the last time I heard from Old John was that the birthday boy among the body collectors passed away in his own home.
It is said that the week before he left was the happiest week for him. It was as if he had put down a certain burden. He smiled every day and kept walking through the forgotten alley. No one expected that he would leave in such a hurry.
Only Sean could vaguely grasp the thoughts of this old man whom he had only met once. Perhaps he himself did not realize that what supported his survival was no longer his missing wife and children, but his love for the body collector.
Emotionally, after seeing that this group had new hope, he finally no longer had to support his broken body to continue suffering.
This is not an exaggerated adjective. During that meeting, Sean had personally examined Old John. His body functions had declined significantly, especially the lung disease, which had reached an advanced stage. He could not survive without any medical help.
So far, it's simply a miracle.
Others were surprised by his death, but Sean was not. He just didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Even though the medical center was very busy due to cooperating with the body collector, Sean still took time to pay homage to the old man. For some reason, Sean had a natural affection for this old man whom he only met once. Maybe it was fate.
, or maybe he saw a trace of his old father in his previous life, which made him feel sad and brought back the thoughts that he had deliberately buried - my relatives in another world, how are you doing?
Although Old John left, the cooperation between Sean Medical Center and the body collectors did not end, and it achieved unprecedented success. Not only did the medical center forcefully bring back a large number of homeless people who were originally sent to the corpse pits, but even
Some gladiators who suffered fatal injuries were also rescued by the medical team led by Sean.
For a time, Sean and his medical clinic became famous. Not only the citizens, gladiators, but also many lords and nobles heard about such an existence, but their first reaction was to frown, because of this so-called
The medical clinic is run by Andis people.
There is a lot of anger among people.
This is true in any world, especially when rumors spread on the street.
There were even rumors that when Sean was sent to earth by a divine messenger, the monks and monks of the Holy Ether Church couldn't sit still. They criticized Sean and his medical clinic one by one, either privately or semi-publicly, thinking that they
He is acting recklessly and has no qualifications to practice medicine. He is gambling with the patient's life. This kind of behavior should be banned. This kind of private medical clinic without relevant authorization should be banned.
Sean impersonated the name of the gods, which is a kind of blasphemy against the gods. He should go to the church to repent and accept the corresponding punishment.
Sean had already been mentally prepared for this situation, turned a deaf ear, and just went about his business with peace of mind. In the process of treating a large number of gladiator injuries, his database became more and more complete, especially those below the knight level.
He is even more proficient in controlling the power of magic, especially in terms of subtle control. After all, it involves living lives, so Sean cannot be careless.
What really brought Sean and the medical clinic to the forefront was the gladiator they snatched back from the hands of the God of Death.
If this gladiator was an ordinary gladiator, most of the slave owners would not care. After all, they would be considered dead if they were thrown to the corpse collector.
Even if they heard that the medical clinic had resuscitated their slave gladiators, many people would not even come to inquire, because even if these slave gladiators were resuscitated, most of them were missing arms and legs and were useless people who could not enter the arena.
What are they doing back there? Couldn’t they be supporting the ancestors?
Since the medical center saved them, let the medical center take care of them.
There are also a small number of slave owners who want to take back their slaves. Sean has never said no, but before that, please pay the medical expenses first.
Most of these slave owners will be deterred by the high medical expenses. This amount is enough for him to train several new slave gladiators. This is not a price that Sean asks for, but is based on the market price.
If the gladiator who was rescued was a great knight, the situation would be completely different.
Speaking of which, this Grand Knight-level gladiator has a certain fate with the medical center. The last time the Medical Center treated the Grand Knight-level Odin Orc of the Leopard Tribe, he was seriously injured during a fight with him and died.
This great knight-level gladiator, nicknamed the Butcher of Valletas, is a star-level gladiator second only to the two champion knight-level gladiators who are the favorites to win the championship. The arenas where he appears in the gladiatorial arenas are all sold out.
Because his fighting style is just like his name, full of blood and violence. His favorite thing to do is to use swordsmanship to dismember his opponents. The most exciting one was when he used brute force to tear off an opponent's limbs with his bare hands.
, tortured to death, and confirmed his name.
The reason for this situation is that his master is not a slave owner in the traditional sense, but a young man from the royal capital of Valletas. Sending people to participate in the gladiatorial fight is purely for fun. Naturally, such a person does not care.
How can one satisfy one's bloodthirsty desires without offending those in the same industry?
It is said that the Butcher of Valletas is not a slave, but his captain of the bodyguard. Before his death, he took the most popular psychedelic potion in the capital. His behavior is completely controlled by his own desires. He is a humanoid beast. It is said that this
In this situation, the combat power is overwhelming. Except for the slightly inferior strength and speed, it can challenge the champion knight level.
I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet.
This brutal behavior of the Butcher of Valletas angered many gladiators and slave owners. This time his opponent was none other than Starbuck, one of the two champion knight-level gladiators.
This free gladiator is considered to be a Lord of the Byron League. He participates in gladiatorial games entirely out of personal interests and rarely hits his opponents hard, so he is also nicknamed the Gladiator Gentleman, with mixed reviews. After all, gladiatorial combat
It is a bloody and cruel activity. If you forcefully engage in aristocratic sword fighting, it would be a bit nondescript, but no one dares to question his strength.
The Valesta Butcher claims to have a strength that is infinitely close to that of a champion knight, but he is still not. In front of Starbuck, he can only be crushed.
Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.
This is the code of conduct that Starbuck upholds. What Valesta Butcher is best at and likes to do most is to use his superb swordsmanship to dismember his opponents.
Starbuck then let him experience it personally, allowing everyone to see what real swordsmanship is.
The Valesta Butcher's military swordsmanship is amazing. He is as tall as a Kentana barbarian. His relatively slow movement is his fatal shortcoming, but his swordsmanship makes up for this. Even the man who is known as the best at speed
The Odin orc of the Leopard Clan was so embarrassed by his swordsmanship that he was accidentally punched alive.
But in front of Starbuck's swordsmanship, it was completely inadequate. The distance between the two was like the bright moon and the scorching sun in the sky. They were both using popular military swordsmanship, and they were also using popular iron swords.
Taking action at the same time, the Valesta Butcher's iron sword had just been raised, and Starbuck's was already stabbing him in the face. The Bloody Hand Butcher was just about to raise his hand to block, but the opponent's sword had already hit him three times.
It was simply miraculous, causing countless spectators to exclaim wildly and exclaim that it was unbelievable.
Starbuck's moves can't be called very brilliant, and are even a bit ugly. They are the most basic and simplest swordsmanship, including straight thrusts, horizontal cuts, and vertical chops...
When this most basic and simple thing is performed at a speed that exceeds several times that of ordinary people, it is no longer simple.
Those spectators could not see clearly the trajectory of the sword, and only heard the sound of the wind blowing.
It’s better to return to one’s original nature.
It doesn't matter whether it's extraordinary or holy.
When the strength and speed reach a certain level, the dazzling and complicated swordsmanship becomes useless.
To confuse the swordsmanship, I only need one sword.
To block sword skills, I only need one sword.
For trap swordsmanship, I only need one sword.
That simple yet extremely fast swordsmanship made all the audience's blood boil with excitement. This is the real killing swordsmanship.
In front of Starbuck, the Valesta Butcher had no power to fight back. If it weren't for a sealed heavy armor, the battle would definitely end within three moves. However, in the face of the terrifying power of the champion knight, even the defensive power of the stainless steel armor
, nothing more than that.
Not only was it unable to provide him with protection, it became the source of his pain. By the time the fight was over, the sealed heavy armor had completely deformed and turned into a sieve riddled with holes, filled with countless criss-crossing holes, rolled metal and wounds.
Intertwined together, armor and people can no longer be separated. The situation becomes as invasive as possible, and as terrifying as possible.
The owner of the Butcher of Valesta was furious. Not only was he angry that Starbuck slapped him in the face, he was even more angry with the Butcher of Valesta for his incompetence. He walked away before the fight was over.
When the Valesta Butcher was brought over by the corpse collectors, he could no longer feel his breath at all. However, Sean and Angie Beina, who had already seen the tenacious vitality of the Great Knight, did not give up. They spent the whole afternoon using Sean's magic power.
Only after joining the battle with the iron tongs did he remove the armor from his body.
Their hard work paid off for them. After dismantling the armor, they were pleasantly surprised to find that Mr. Butcher had only entered a state of self-protection and suspended animation, and his internal organs had not yet failed. It was not known whether Starbuck had made a mistake in judgment or whether he thought it was impossible to do so under such circumstances.
Survived without further killing.
Anyway, this gave Sean and Angie Beina a chance. Regardless of whether it was a normal or abnormal method, let’s talk about it first.