Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 184 By the way
The centaur knight named Parna was seriously injured, and the maids had to change the basins of blood from her wounds twice to clean them.

Fortunately, the examination revealed that it was still just a superficial injury, with the bones and nerves largely intact, but it was unlikely to heal on its own in the short term. Without the pastor's treatment, she would need at least three months to recover, and she might even be left with the old injury.

This also means that this small group may have to live off the land for a while.

"Damn thief, let me know who it is!"

When the group had some free time, they began to heal their wounds and talk about their experiences.

This five-person team was quite strong, and even if a monster riot occurred, they would have had time to retreat. However, a thief blew up the passage to the upper level, forcing them to take a detour.

It could be to hinder the pursuing monsters, or it could simply be to kill them without any grudge. An adventure team's equipment is quite valuable.

Hearing them say that, Rean felt relieved. It seemed that apart from a few unlucky ones, the exploration team of the underground ruins was doing alright.

Rean could also tell that the people in this squad were of decent character; otherwise, the centaur knight would have been abandoned, and they wouldn't be currently raising money to try and find a way to treat her.

"Next month is the harvest festival, and the Church of the God of Wine and Rice will likely hold its annual wine-offering feast. The 'donation' amount will be lower then, maybe around 60% off."

"That's at least a dozen gold coins, that damned thief." They only complained about the unknown thief, not about the church's greed.

Rean noticed that the group had knights, rangers, warriors, a lizardman who looked like a monk, and a dwarf spellcaster, making it a complete group of classes, but there was no priest.

This is actually normal. Apart from some special deities, most priests, as clergy, are essentially "civil servants." Unless there are special circumstances, they generally do not need to participate in the adventurer's life.

As a result, priest adventurers who happen to appear are in high demand, and doctors and pharmacists are also very popular.

Even a priest's healing abilities have their limits, especially for highly skilled professionals who already possess abundant vitality.

Given the knight's injuries, a quick heal would likely require a high-level divine spell of rank four or higher. The "donated" gold coins would be a significant amount for a young adventurer. Respectful churches generally wouldn't directly mention "medical expenses"; they would simply present a donation limit form and a donation box. Once you've donated enough, they'll treat you "for free."

After all, divine arts consume divine power, so they are naturally noble.

Therefore, for many adventurers, working hard for half a year might not even cover the cost of one medical treatment.

Upon seeing this, Rean hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously reached for the deer heart amulet on his chest. If it were this thing, it might be able to heal her in a few days.

"If you want to kill her, you can do it. She's a horned-hoofed animal (cattle, horses, sheep, deer), so it's a perfect match for her, and she'll transform into a beast even faster."

At that moment, the snake crawled out.

He looked at the little ones with great interest, and became somewhat interested.

"That noblewoman is really good to you," he suddenly said, seemingly out of the blue.

"Uh, indeed."

At this moment, looking at the clearly handpicked squad, Rean also thought of Sallyman, who wasn't there.

Looking back now, the other party's arrangement was quite appropriate. If Rean were to fall into despair, he could survive by holding onto this mansion and living off the rent.

If he intends to do something, this newly introduced team will also serve as a bridge for him to adapt to the new environment.

Re-entering the local world of superhumans, with a relatively stable and reliable network of connections, even if one doesn't intend to enter this field, allows one to purchase superhuman materials at a lower price.

This squad looks pretty good; at least they seem to be able to survive if they run fast.

A lizardman male monk, who looked very skilled and was also the least injured, kept glancing at Rean, seemingly somewhat uneasy.

This keen observation and perception ability is quite valuable.

The female ranger's dual swords and bow both faintly emanated magical energy, suggesting she was a well-equipped and experienced ranger.

What's rare about her is her race; she's a white-winged person, quite uncommon in this area. She must be an outsider who has traveled a great distance. Judging from her equipment, she is clearly the strongest member of the team.

There's not much to say about the shield dwarf warrior; he's highly praised in all aspects. Not only is his reputation generally good, but he also basically doubles as a craftsman, making him adept at maintaining weapons in the wild.

The spellcaster is a male dwarf, who is generally skilled in illusion magic and agile in escaping. He is also known for his dislike of offensive spells.

This is a melee team with spellcaster support, and apart from the dwarves, they all seem to be quite mobile, resulting in a very high survivability rate.

The team does have a lot of physical damage dealers, which is typical for most adventurer parties. Low-barrier, low-cost melee teams are always the mainstream, and the presence of a ranger with short-range flight, a heavily armored centaur, and a valuable spellcaster already demonstrates the team's skill level and potential.

"Snake, please help." Rean thought for a moment. This kind of injury would be basically useless to the paladin team, but Snake must have a way.

If the price is too high, I won't treat it; it's just something I can do easily anyway.

"I really wanted to blackmail you, but there's no need. Tsk, too late."

Immediately, Rean understood the meaning behind those words.

"Knock knock knock." The living room door, which was already open, was deliberately knocked on, as the outsider took the initiative to attract the host's attention and avoid any misunderstanding of being uninvited.

"Your Excellency Rean, it's been a long time. Seeing that you are well puts our minds at ease." The fluent diplomatic language came from Kuku's already soaring apprentice.

Alexiet Tarabal, accompanied by two dark elf maidens, slowly entered.

The rings on her fingers and the necklace on her chest emitted a faint glow, further illuminating the room, which was only lit by candlelight.

Please forgive me for not knocking, as the door didn't seem to be in the right place.

Even in Rean's small house, there were no servants to answer the door. Alexie had originally planned to wait for a maid to go in and announce her arrival, but seeing that the house was empty, she came in out of curiosity.

"So there was a patient." On the dismantled door panel in the hall lay the centaur.

This is a giant centaur, two meters tall and three meters long, with its heavy armor already partially removed.

Her face was flushed and covered in sweat; she was in very poor condition.

With her body type, she can get in and out vertically without any problem if she's careful, but getting in and out horizontally is a big problem.

The cheap wooden door was disassembled and used as a makeshift stretcher. The original plan was to put the wooden door back on when she felt better and was moved to bed.

Seeing the chaos in the hall and smelling the pungent odor of blood, the dark elf maid instinctively covered her nose. The words of reprimand were already on her lips, but were swallowed back by Alexie's glare.

This is not the underworld of Mozordilka, and the owner of this local mansion is not an ordinary person who can be bullied at will.

"Thank you for your care in the underworld, Lord Rean, and thank you even more for your timely intervention the other day. If Her Highness were to suffer any problems because of our advice, we would truly be unable to bear such a loss."

The noblewoman came to express her gratitude, but the story of the knight being lifted high, which was amusement to others, terrified her.

This campaign was her suggestion.

They initially thought it was just a group of petty thieves, which the princess and her knights could easily deal with, gaining some reputation and taking the opportunity to bring the two cities closer together. Normally, these thieves would be "coincidentally" besieged by both cities at the same time, and the "princess" of the two races would "coincidentally" meet.

Thus, the diplomatic meeting, which was originally not in the right condition (due to insufficient mutual trust between the two sides), took place in the wilderness outside the jurisdiction of both sides due to a "chance encounter".

But now that they know it was actually a ninth-ring lich, everyone in the know is terrified. The traces of Meteor Explosion (a ninth-ring spell) have been confirmed, and the identity of the opponent as a top-tier spellcaster has been confirmed.

"Fortunately, fortunately you stopped it in time, otherwise the two cities might have even reignited the war." This was no exaggeration. If Dania had died in the underworld, Mosodirka would not have been able to explain himself.

Even if Radiant City knew it was a coincidence, it would probably still send troops to demand justice from the future ruler of the kingdom.

While offering compliments, at Alexie's prompting glance, a reluctant maidservant held up a tray with both hands and handed over a carefully selected "little gift."

This was both an expression of gratitude and an opportunity to build closer relationships. The more the noblewoman from the Dark Elf society understood the Heroic Spirits and their apprentices, the more she appreciated the importance of Rean as the "Heroic Spirit Supervisor."

Rean naturally reached out to accept the other party's kindness. But in the middle of the hall, there was a patient lying there, groaning and running a high fever.

This is a bit ridiculous.

"The Silver Bottle Maiden's Ring of Compassion." A faint silver light descended directly, and the illusory goddess holding the bottle flashed by.

With a single fifth-ring healing spell from Alexie, the female knight's shoulder injury healed at a visible speed.

She was not only a high priest, but also a "daughter favored by God," possessing inexhaustible divine power and unique divine arts.

What would have been a major problem for low-level adventurers for months or even half a year was easily solved by her doing Rean a favor.

(End of this chapter)