Chapter 123


    A cluster of priests surrounded Garrett Nordmark, eagerly vying for his attention, each trying to speak over the others. As Garrett was about to invite them in, a hoarse voice emanated from behind the tent:


    "Count me in as well"


    The voice was unusually raspy, with eyes deep and mysterious, resembling ghostly mes even in broad daylight. Behind the tent, a ck cat with white gloves gracefully leaped down andnded in front of Garrett, letting out a gentle meow.


    "Linde Ferrell!"


    Garrett eximed joyfully and hurriedly approached. Linde Ferrell, the necromancer, had been Garrett''s guide when he first entered the world of magic. Garrett had obtained admission to the Mage Tower with the rmendation letter Linde had provided. Although months had passed since theyst met due to Garrett''s studies in magic, divine arts, and experiments, Garrett cherished the debt of gratitude.


    Separated for months, Linde Ferrell still maintained his peculiar appearance in a swaying ck robe with a skull on top. However, the fur of the ck cat, Troka, seemed much glossier, indicating afortable few months.


    "Linde Ferrell, Troka, wee!"


    Garrett greeted them with delight. Seeing Linde reminded him of the golden skeleton capable of lifting his own head and disassembling his hip bone. Garrett was eager to revisit that peculiar experience.


    "Long time no see! Did youe with the others? I didn''t see you during departure!"


    "Of course, I had toe." Linde Ferrell smiled, though his appearance was unsettling, with shrunken skin and twitching facial muscles. Only the eyes, reminiscent of a doctor''s gaze, could discern the direction of facial muscle movement. He continued:


    "That old man Gelman had you all protected at the rear, charging into battle alone! And he deliberately kept it from me! I had to rush over alone, went the wrong way, almost bumped into the Radiant Church people!"


    "Ah!" Garrett eximed. The Radiant Lord was known to be the bane of necromancers, enhancing skeletal damage with healing spells. "How are you holding up?"


    "I''m fine." Linde Ferrell grinned ominously. "Killed two of them. By the way, what brought you all the way here? Aren''t you a mage?"


    "But I''m also a priest... I came this time to heal... uh, to heal wounds and save lives."


    The necromancer shot him a using look. A priest? If you''re a priest, go to the temple! Why did you bother getting a rmendation letter from me? I went through the trouble of writing many praises for you, and youe visit me as a priest?


    Garrett felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. He took a step back, hastily finding an excuse to soothe Linde:


    "By the way, if you have time,e over! When I''m healing, I often use surgical techniqueslike cutting and stitching people up. Come lend a hand and discuss it together?"


    Linde''s eyes lit up. He looked at the tent expectantly, tempted, but eventually shook his head:


    "I made a deal with Gelman. I''m with the scout team this time, so I probably won''t have time for a while. Oh, and this is what I found on those pups. Take a look, see if there''s anything you can use."


    He waved, and Troka jumped forward, pulling out a bag from somewhere. Pouring its contents, which included emblems, prayer books, small vials, onto the ground with a tter, they glittered in the light.


    Garrett instinctively cast a detection spell. A burst of white light dazzled him, and he shielded his eyes. The white light from the emblem pierced through his flesh, revealing the bones of his hand. Garrett was overjoyed:


    "I can use this! Fantastic!"


    A level five! A level five magical item! A source of X-ray light!


    No more borrowing every time!


    He held the emblem, gazing into the distance. Outside the military camp, a small city stood on distant hills, its gs fluttering brightly. It was the castle they were about to attack. Having followed the team for so long, Garrett knew it was Newark City in Mind County, the first obstacle on the march of the allied forces. The Count of Mind County was a fervent follower of the Radiant Lord, and the arrival of the Temr Knights had further strengthened their defense. Rumor had it that the earl''s territory housed a vital harbor, one of thending points for the Radiant Church. Count Norman, leading arge army, was determined to defeat the Mind County Lord first and block the opponent beforending at the Radiant Church.


    "We''re going to attack the city" Garrett murmured. Storming a well-fortified city usually resulted in significant casualties. Tomorrow''s battle seemed destined to be a tough one.


    Early the next morning, Garrett rushed to the military camp of the city guards. Holding a bucket of ink in his left hand and a pen in his right, he drew lines on soldiers'' arms and legs one by one:


    "Turn left! Turn right! Stand straight! Oh, good, if you''re seriously injured, tie the tourniquet here. Remember!"


    A group of soldiers watched him with smiles, forming a line and obediently letting him draw lines on them. Captain Karen smiled and ruffled his hair:


    "Little Garrett, don''t worry. We don''t even know if we''ll go into battle today!"


    Garrett looked up at him. Emotions from the original owner and memories from his time in this world intertwined. After struggling for a while, all he could manage was:


    "Come back alive!"


    The war began. While the priest camp remained quiet, Garrett couldn''t see the specific battle but could hear the relentless sounds of ughter ahead. Bernard, a barbarian follower, fidgeted with his big club, standing up and sitting down repeatedly. Unable to withstand the idleness, Garrett assigned him a task:


    "Keep helping me sharpen the mps! Try to sharpen more; there will be a lot of injuriester!"


    He busied himself preparing saline, alcohol, arranging cotton, gauze, bandages, and potions. Before noon, wounded soldiers started arriving one after another:


    "Knight Scott is injured!"


    "Sir Terence is injured!"


    "Knight Vincent is injured!"


    The priests systematically attended to them. Prayers murmured continuously, and white light flickered. Soon after the knights, poorly dressedmon soldiers were carried over, running urgently:


    "Save him! Please save him!"


    Blood dripped steadily. Garrett stood by the camp fence, watching them run towards the nearby camp of Melton''s priest squad. Before long, pleading and shouting echoed from that direction:


    "No cure!"


    "Carry him away!"


    "Move aside! The knights can''t handle it either!"


    "Please save himCaptain got injured for us, sob... He has a little son waiting at home, and his daughter is about to get married..."


    Garrett''s expression turned solemn. Before embarking on this journey, he had heard and even learned that a priest''s healing was mainly reserved for nobles. Whethermoners received treatment depended on the caster''s mood at the time. Despite being prepared for this, Garrett brought plenty of supplies on this trip, intending to


    heal as manymon soldiers as possible.


    But hearing about it and witnessing it were two different things.


    He sighed silently, wanting to go help those people but hesitated. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached rapidly. Two guards from Harnd City led the way, carrying wounded soldiers, and they headed straight for Garrett:


    "Little Garrett, help us save them!"


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