The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

The next morning, a sleepy-eyed Lorraine yawned as she ate breakfast.

He spent the entire night exploring the town. Although he was quite tired, the sight of the harvest instantly dispelled his sleepiness.

Shallow Beach Town: 100% Exploration Complete

[All areas of Shallow Beach Town have been explored, and a random reward has been obtained: Charisma +1]

Current balance: 247 exploration experience

This was also the first time he had completed the entire exploration of a region. Frost Valley City was simply too large, and many places were guarded.

Lorraine guessed that although the rewards were supposed to be random, the size of each region was different, so the rewards would probably be different as well.

Perhaps the upper and lower limits of randomness are different.

However, he didn't know what use the charm he drew this time was, and he didn't feel that he had become much more handsome, so he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

But this didn't dampen his spirits; a whopping 247 experience points! He could draw twice in a row now.

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled 1 die]

[Points: one]

[Item Obtained: Goblin's Loincloth]

Those who wear this cloth will gain the approval of the Goblin King.

Hey!

Lorraine stared speechlessly at the tattered piece of burlap in the system's inventory.

What the hell is this for?!

Come again!

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled 1 die]

Fate has smiled upon you.

Points: Six

[Item Obtained: Ring of the Whisperer]

[The Ring of the Burner]

Type: Jewelry/Ring

Quality: Excellent (Green)

effect:

Spell memory slot +1 (0/1)

Current Memory Spell: None

Equipment effects:

[Beginner's Blessing: When you use this ring to cast a spell, there is a 5% chance that the spell's effect will be doubled.]

Remarks:

"If you don't know magic, then you're exactly the person I'm looking for."

......

What the hell!

Magical trinkets?!

Lorraine glanced around and, when no one was looking, pretended to take it out of his pocket.

It was a bronze ring with a slightly worn, reddish-brown tinge on the surface. It looked unremarkable, no different from any ring you could buy for a few coins at a general store.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover some faint patterns on it, patterns that resemble the traces of spreading flames, occasionally flashing with a glimmer of light.

This was the first magical item Lorraine had ever acquired, and he couldn't wait to put the ring on the index finger of his left hand.

I just don't know how to add spell slots...

Lorraine contentedly stuffed all the bread from the plate into his mouth, thinking about going to the blacksmith's shop in town to have his newly acquired sword properly repaired, and then buying a decent set of armor.

He planned to spend most of his money as soon as possible to convert it into his own fighting power.

After that fierce battle, he had come to a profound understanding that only strength is the truth, and saving money is a dead end.

Good morning...

Piper listlessly shuffled down the stairs.

Lorraine's heart had already drifted to the blacksmith's shop in town. She was just about to throw out a couple of random words to get rid of him when she sensed that something was off about him.

Piper's face looked much paler than yesterday, his lips were dry and peeling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked listless.

Are they still hungover? That can't be right, they didn't drink that much yesterday...

Lorraine frowned and stared intently at his hair.

[Half-body hair, male, approximately 15 to 20 years old, with dwarf ancestry, in poor health, showing signs of fever]

"You have a fever?" he asked in surprise.

"It's fine." Piper grinned, but the smile didn't last long before it faded. "Well... just a little tired."

"Where's the wound?"

Piper asked blankly, "What happened to the wound?"

Lorraine didn't waste any words with him. She reached out and untied the strips of cloth binding his shoulders, and a faint stench wafted out from under the cloth.

The skin and flesh around the wound were swollen and red underneath, and in some places, pus had even started to ooze out.

Wound infection? Hmm... Although there are no antibiotics in this world, a priest should be able to treat this, but I wonder if it costs a lot.

Piper also saw his wound, and he scratched his head: "No wonder I feel a little uncomfortable."

The bar owner, who was wiping the bar counter, also smelled the odor. He frowned and walked over to examine Piper's wound carefully.

"It's a bit serious... I'm afraid ordinary herbs won't be able to cure it. There's a temple on the west side of town; you can go there and take a look."

"How much does it cost?"

The boss smiled and said, "That depends on the old man's mood."

.......

Lorraine dragged Piper to the temple the bar owner had mentioned.

Although it's called a temple, it's actually more like a large farmhouse warehouse.

The main body of the temple is made of rectangular stones, and the roof is covered with a layer of gray slate. The only thing that shows that this place is related to gods is the emblem on the roof.

That was a rising sun.

An elderly man in a sacrificial robe was hunched over, holding a watering can, watering the flowers and plants around the temple.

He looked up at the two of them and asked, "Treatment?"

A few minutes later, in the temple's resting room.

Piper lay on the bed with a ferocious expression, a rag still between his teeth, occasionally making whimpering sounds.

Old Pastor Old held a small knife and focused intently as he pried open the rotten flesh on his shoulder, the thin blade peeling away the dead tissue piece by piece along the edge of the wound.

"The wound wasn't treated?" He frowned.

Lorraine answered honestly, "No..."

"What utter nonsense!" Old scolded. "You young people don't even know how to treat a wound, all you know is to rush in recklessly."

Lorraine gave an awkward laugh.

Why is this old man so short-tempered...?

"Alright."

The old pastor dropped the knife.

Lorraine leaned closer to look and saw that the wound had been cleaned open, leaving a fresh wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Uh...don't we need to do any more processing?"

The old pastor glared at him, then reached out and hovered his hand over Piper's shoulder.

"Don't move."

He closed his eyes and murmured softly:

"Lord of the Dawn, may you protect this child."

Warm yellow light flowed through his fingers and gently fell on Piper's wound.

The wound visibly healed, gradually turning into a pink scar, though the edges were still a little red and swollen, but it had stopped bleeding.

Lorraine's fingers felt warm. He looked down and saw that the Burning Word Ring he had just put on was emitting a barely perceptible light.

[Spell detected: Heal minor injuries]

[The memory lasts for 365 days. Do you wish to memorize this spell?]

Is that all?

He thought he would have to find a spellcaster to cast a spell on the ring, or use some kind of scroll or something.

It's quite convenient as long as someone around you is casting a spell.

Healing spells are a versatile option, and since he can't find any other spellcasters right now, he naturally chooses memory.

[Memory complete]

[Treatment for minor injuries]

Place your hand on a living being to guide positive energy for healing.

[Daily availability 0/1]