Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

This waist bag is also a magical item, made from the leather of a special magical creature. It possesses incredible elasticity and stretch, allowing it to hold a large amount of items. Furthermore, its pockets fit snugly against the skin, making it difficult to lose.

Charles took stock of the spoils from this trip.

"Besides awakening magic and the 'Reversal Spirit Veil,' I also acquired quite a few miscellaneous magical items. 'Expanding Pouch,' 'Miniature Igniter,' 'Sacred Tree Phonograph,' 'Corroding Fiber Potion,' 'Substitute Death Ring'..."

"Tsk, what did I take..."

Not all of Fels' collection consists of items used in combat.

What annoyed Ciel the most was that lighter that looked just like a toy gun.

Charles smiled wryly: "I thought I could finally unleash my American-style Iaijutsu, but..."

Among Fels' research was the creation of a magical hand cannon. Unfortunately, no finished product was found in the emergency storage.

It looked like a special Rubik's Cube made of the trunk of a Monkey King tree branch. I thought it was some amazing magical costume, but it turned out to be a portable speaker.

Ciel scoffed, "Who would listen to music on a branch of the Great Sage's tree?! You need to be more careful, Great Sage!"

Fortunately, there are also items that Ciel can use, such as the same "substitute ring" that Seele gave to Bell, which can withstand one fatal attack.

Xia Er wasn't in a hurry to activate the ring; it seemed that the "fragile college student" was still the better option.

Thinking of the exciting scene, Ciel habitually jumped up and attempted a "dunk" on a low branch extending from the house. The moment he landed, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

"Damn, I forgot, even fragile college students have side effects."

He removed the hood of the "Sage's Shell" to examine his injuries. He didn't know when it had started, but the incurable curse on him had quietly vanished!

With the ability to "go wherever you want" restored to life, his near-death injuries had long since healed, and his skeletal arms had grown back with fair, tender flesh.

"This is... the effect of this antique clothing?" Charles stared in surprise at the "Sage's Shell" on his body.

He didn't have any antidote items on him. If he had to choose a 'suspect,' it would definitely be this magic robe worth 500 million fali.

"I never knew you were such a treasure!"

Judging from its effects, this cloak at least has the ability to resist curses, so at that point, 500 million Fali is definitely not a bad deal.

Breaking even is making a profit!

Another day full of hope!

Seemingly sensing that there was a smooth road ahead, Charles raised his head, strode out of the alley, and appeared on the street.

The sunlight was so warm, and the elf ladies and the animal-eared ladies around them blinked their big, bright eyes and kept turning their heads to stare at Xia Er.

Ah, my irresistible charm, ah, this restless youth.

Before Ciel could even feel a surge of joy, a loud shout came from behind him:

"That's him! Hold him down!"

"arrest!!"

What? Me? Exposed? Orario's justice is executed that quickly?

"Wait, wait, I can argue! No, I need to hire a lawyer!"

Before Ciel could react...

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from my neck, and I felt my body tilt down, my face making direct contact with the ground.

Click...

The gray-haired girl, her hands gripping Ciel's wrists, blinked in confusion:

"Hey, what's the sound?"

"Idiot, idiot, the bone's broken! It's broken! This guy isn't a criminal! What are you doing, Adi!" his companion wearing the elephant-trunk mask exclaimed.

"Waaaaaah! I'm so sorry! It was just a subconscious reaction... Are you alright?!"

"Heh, heh heh." Charles's face was pressed against the ground, his lips twitching with a look of utter despair.

Just now, he thought Fels had discovered what he had done. But it turns out...

"Damn justice again."

"sorry!"

"If 'sorry' were enough, what would we need guards for?"

"Um...we are the guards," the elephant-nose mask muttered softly.

"Yes, that's right, I am Adi Farmadar, the sister of the upright and well-liked Sister Shakti, level 3! Ta-da!"

The gray-haired girl had a pair of eyes as clear as lake water. Unlike her companion who wore an elephant-trunk mask, she wore a dark blue, waist-revealing combat suit with a tight-fitting black inner garment that outlined the girl's unique and exquisite curves.

As he spoke, he unconsciously puffed out his chest. Based on Xia Erman's experience with his sister-in-law, she was at least a B-level expert!

A 15-year-old B-level expert, terrifying indeed!

What kind of upright and incorruptible person are you? Oh, you're talking about your sister. Never mind then.

Ugh, that's the kind of saintly character I'm worst at dealing with.

Charles glanced sideways and muttered:

"...So what if they're guards!"

After saying that, Charles shrank back, afraid that Adi might suddenly say, "The guards are really something!" What would he do then?

“…why aren’t you going to let me go?” Charles whispered.

"No way."

"Why!"

Adi said sternly with a straight face, "Because of you, the whole city is on high alert. You have to come back with me now."

"What?" Charles blinked.

"Also, it's wrong to be afraid of injections. If you're sick, you should receive proper treatment. Don't run around like that next time!" Adi said with a smile as he tied Xia Er up tightly.

Who's afraid of needles! That's slander!

Before Charles could refute, he was tucked under Adi's arm, and the next second, the surrounding scenery rushed past, leaving a blur of near-sonic speed.

"This is murder! You're illegally restricting my freedom! I'm going to file a complaint! Where is your supervisor?! I'm going to file a complaint!"

Charles's screams echoed through the streets.

A strangely patterned owl, with its head tilted, perched on a tall pillar, taking in everything.

Chapter 22 This is the necessary procedure for treatment.

……

At the entrance of a pub, a gray-haired girl routinely pushed open the partition, preparing for a new day's work.

She is Seele Frova, and she is also a street girl trainee who has been training for two and a half years!

I thought today would be just another ordinary day, like any other, but I never expected...

As she raised her signboard and wiped the sweat from her brow from her busy work, a mournful wail rang in her ears.

She instinctively turned her head to look.

A slightly familiar, youthful face quickly passed before her eyes.

"he……"

It was a somewhat familiar face, or rather, a face that seemed vaguely familiar from my memory.

That wasn't a face she recognized, but it stirred a huge wave of emotion within her.

Seele's gaze drifted to the top of the Tower of Babel, where a goddess was also looking down at a corner of the street. The interplay of emotions and feelings left both of them simultaneously restless and uneasy.

"Hey. Miss Seele has heard about it too, hasn't she?" An adventurer by the roadside boasted, "That runaway patient who caused such a stir last night, that's the kid."

"The entire guard regiment is working like crazy because of him!"

"But... wasn't this kid supposed to be a critically injured soldier on the verge of death? He's yelling so energetically, he doesn't look like he's about to die."

Seele clenched her small hands, glancing once more in the direction the boy had disappeared into the distance: "He... he's dying?! Why is this happening?"

……

Dean & Kate family, intensive care unit.

Charles lay on his sickbed, utterly despondent.

Amid examined Charles's injuries, her eyes widening:

"72 fractures throughout your body, and minor internal organ concussion. Hmm, strange? What about your injuries?"

"Isn't it here?"

"I'm referring to the burns and penetrating wounds from yesterday!"

Charles said calmly, "Alright."

Hiss... "All better? How are you all better?"

Amid was silent for more than ten seconds, swallowed hard, and then raised her voice to repeat:

"You're healed?! Those injuries that would have required at least three months of recovery and left you practically lifeless, you healed in just one night?!"

Ciel's regenerative abilities overturned all the knowledge Amid had learned.

The impact on a healer is akin to performing a magic trick in front of a group of Native Americans! Even if magic existed in this world, it would be the same.

She turned to stare at Adi, who was grinning sheepishly, and asked, "Is this guy really my patient from yesterday?"

"Yes, it should be right. Look, they're even wearing your sanatorium's patient gowns inside."

"And these injuries?"

Adi guiltily looked away: "But, maybe it was my fault."

Charles rolled his eyes in bed.