I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

The medicine was extremely bitter upon entry, with a grassy and strange taste that could only be described as unpalatable.

This almost made the knight vomit.

This is only natural.

Healing potions are inherently a simple and straightforward thing.

No matter how well you do, it won't be that good; no matter how badly you do, it won't be that bad.

However, the demand is extremely high, making it a significant portion of the pharmaceutical market.

Therefore, in order to sell well, pharmaceutical companies tend to focus on taste and marketing rather than spending a lot of money to improve the quality by just a little bit.

As a result, the flavors of the medicines sold outside are so diverse that they can rival those of beverages.

The potion made by Murphy, a stone man without a sense of taste, using a folk remedy, would naturally not have that flavor.

The knight's face twitched, and he forced himself to swallow the medicine.

A warm current flowed from his stomach to his limbs and bones.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the simple potion in the stone bowl in front of him with surprise and doubt, and then looked up at Murphy.

This stone man actually has some skills.

Although the medicine's effects are mediocre...

wrong!?

The knight, who had just felt like he was receiving a potion, suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his stomach.

A surge of life force, almost solidifying, began to explode and spread outwards.

It travels back and forth within his muscles and blood.

As his blood rushed to his head, his skin quickly turned red.

A surge of stagnant blood was pushed towards the stomach by the medicinal effects.

He felt something was wrong in his throat and immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The petite woman closest to the knight gasped in surprise, panicking, thinking that Murphy's medicine was poisoned.

"There was definitely something wrong!"

She rushed forward, intending to knock the medicine over and induce vomiting.

"Wait!" The male mage grabbed her, shook his head, and said in a deep voice.

"This blood is dark in color, with some bluish streaks; it's poisonous blood being expelled!"

His tone was strange, both certain and hesitant.

"Confident" means he is certain that what he said is not wrong.

His hesitation stemmed from his memory that normal treatments, even advanced ones, could not achieve such a result.

What on earth is going on?!

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Murphy, who had turned back and was carrying back several stone bowls filled with potions.

This stone craftsman seems to be real.

"Huh? You mean the treatment potion worked?!"

"It works. I'll rest for another ten minutes or so, and I should be able to move around again."

The knight, who had coughed up a mouthful of blood, spoke with a stronger voice.

He felt the toxins being expelled from his body and his magic and physical strength gradually returning.

The shock on his face was impossible to hide.

Murphy watched as the knight expelled the poisonous blood and then divided the remaining potion equally among the three people besides the ranger.

He walked up to the ranger, his gaze falling on the thigh that was almost deformed by bone spurs.

Murphy scratched his head. The medicine was just a regular treatment; it could be used to treat injuries.

However, such an almost deformed injury can only have the opposite effect.

The ranger saw through Murphy's thoughts, gave a weak laugh, and then pointed at the petite woman.

"This is our team's pastor. Once she recovers, she can naturally help me with the treatment. Could you please find me something to stop the bleeding?"

"Okay, once you're cured, you'll pay less."

Seeing that they had their own way, Murphy didn't worry too much and got up to go to the storage room to find something that could stop the bleeding.

He was thinking about what kind of reward he would receive after saving these people.

When the Ranger heard Murphy's words, a question mark popped into his mind.

He turned to the other four and asked.

"What is the stone man's money?"

"Normal stone golems barter, but this one doesn't seem to know that. Anyway, we'll give it whatever it wants when the time comes."

After the male mage finished explaining, he took a sip of the medicine.

He said with some regret.

"Their skills are quite good, but their knowledge of pharmacology might be lacking."

"Then... then, how about I give him my introductory book on pharmacy as payment for the debt? I just don't know if he can understand it."

That petite woman, or rather, the female pastor.

Having been used to teaching at the Vatican, she subconsciously felt that it was a waste not to make good use of Murphy's talent, and said somewhat nervously.

"We'll ask then."

The female mage shrugged. She drank a few sips of medicine and discovered that she could faintly use a trace of the magic power within her body.

Although the power level is not high, some of the most basic magic can still be used.

……

However, just as they were talking...

The cartilage on the side noticed the difference.

He could vaguely sense that the dangerous aura emanating from the five humans over there was growing stronger.

The magic power within my body seems to have increased as well.

If they recover...

Let alone let it enjoy it.

Given their attitude towards this group of people on the road, it's hard to say they won't face retribution.

Crispy Bone gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the knife.

It waved its hand, signaling its subordinates to come over, and whispered its orders:

"You two try to stop Goblu, but don't be too deliberate, just prevent it from coming over."

Then he pointed to a few humans over there, brandished his knife, and signaled that he was about to make his move.

The two goblin underlings immediately understood and swaggered towards Goblin.

Instead of revealing his murderous intent directly, Crispy Bone walked up to the crowd as if looking for trouble.

The five men watched the cartilage warily.

The knight, who had regained some mobility, slowly sat up and stared at the brittle bone without saying a word.

Crispy Bone glanced at Goblu's side.

Goblin was clearly not stupid. Although it hadn't considered that Bone might actually be planning to kill, it still had its hand in its pocket, obviously intending to pull out a weapon.

"Tsk."

Crispy Bone smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

That damn old bastard, he just spoils these beasts all the time.

But this time he did not intend to continue to submit to Gobru.

That old guy is incredibly cunning; he's spineless and fawns over these people.

If things really come to a head, these people will wipe out their own side.

And that guy was the one reaping the benefits.

That's why that old guy was so determined to protect these humans!

Crispy Bone let out a strange laugh. Did Goblu think he was a fool?

Did you think he couldn't even see through such a simple trick?

But even if he could see it, with that weapon in hand, he couldn't just take action directly.

To catch someone off guard...

Crispy Bone pondered in his heart.

Since that old guy thinks he's a fool, then he'll play the fool to the end!

Crispy Bone bared his teeth and looked at the female priest who was the least injured in the crowd.

This person had the lightest injuries and was vaguely surrounded by these people.

Clearly, he plays a crucial role in this team.

He approached the knight with a lewd grin, uttering provocative words to distract everyone.

"You're just a bastard, how dare you sit here and talk to me?"

After saying that, it slapped the knight across the face, but not hard.

Then he casually picked a few more excuses and beat up the knight.

However, this action actually made Goblu relax a little.

Based on his understanding of brittle bones, this person would only resort to such venting behavior when in a state of impotent rage.

Then they probably won't kill him.

For him, keeping the weapons operational was also a mentally taxing task.

So, after concluding that the cartilage wouldn't kill it, it relaxed its guard slightly.

However, this very moment was the opportunity that the cartilage had been waiting for.

The moment he turned and swung at the knight, his figure vanished instantly, and he lunged at the female priest.

No one present reacted at the time.

Or rather, even if they reacted, they were powerless to stop it.

In that brief instant, the speed of the brittle bone's burst reached the level of level 20.

They were already close to the state of normal human beings, so how could they possibly stop them now that they were seriously injured?

Not to mention the goblins, who, apart from the Goblins, average only level eight or nine.

But the female mage knew that any of the five of them could die, except for the priest.

They want to leave this place, and the priest's healing abilities are absolutely essential.

She's dead, and they all have to die.

Rather than perish together, let's take a gamble!

The female mage gritted her teeth and drained all the remaining magic power from her body once again.

The magic power was pitifully small, not even enough to unleash a single external spell.

She could only strengthen her body with magic, then charged at the priest and pushed him away forcefully.

However, he pushed the priest away, and the knife landed squarely on her ribs, cutting a long gash from her ribs to her lower abdomen.

Fortunately, the blade wasn't long enough to cut it in half.

But Crispy Bone didn't stop. He knew he only had one chance, so he immediately took a step forward and swung his knife out again.

The target remains the priest's head.

but!

Just then, a pair of large hands grabbed its head.

Murphy: (╰_╯)