0p0 Chapter 201: Infectious Disease or Devil's Curse
Chapter 201: Infectious Disease or Devil's Curse
Using all her strength, Annie finally stopped the old classmates' reunion from turning into an exchange of divine magic.
“Yani, you better take this pervert away quickly.
Even if he coughs a few times, it won’t be a problem. Usually, perverts live a long time…”
Larrel, who was gradually getting drunk, thought Ivan was a new patient.
"Lariel... Ivan should be a person favored by God..."
"Huh? What god?
The perverted god?
Giving Ivan a cold look, Larrel continued to take care of the patient in front of him.
The person in front of me is the halfling who had just been restored by the healing spell, and the one who had the convulsions.
[Restoration] was originally a divine spell used to counter the negative effects of some spells.
Works wonders against level drain, curses, reduced resistances, and even spell-induced fatigue.
But this thing is not a real healing magic after all, and it is of no benefit to the halfling who is still convulsing.
The halfling looked quite old, with fine wrinkles covering her forehead.
At this moment, she was trying to breathe in big gulps of air, but something seemed to be blocking her nasal cavity. She opened her mouth like a fish short of oxygen, but to no avail.
Larrel stood up discouraged. This was the third halfling in front of her who had the same symptoms.
After this spasm, all that can be done is to watch helplessly as the other person dies.
"What on earth is the reason that makes them so miserable..."
"It must be the Abyss. Those demons take pleasure in spreading death and suffering."
Annie leaned forward and patted Larrel's body comfortingly.
Because of my height, the parts that were photographed were a bit awkward.
"This is……"
Looking at the convulsing halfling on the hospital bed, with reluctance and a look of help in his eyes, Ivan walked closer and looked at him carefully.
He had no medical background and knew nothing about this type of situation.
But Alvin still rubbed a [Heal Moderate Injuries] spell on his palm and pressed it on the halfling.
Annie next to him had an expression of "as expected", while Larriel was immersed in the grief of not being able to save the other person and did not notice Ivan's actions at all.
The halfling's convulsions lasted less than a breath before he began to convulse again, unsurprisingly.
Ivan shook his head helplessly.
The spasm should be caused by breathing difficulties, so the halfling's current situation is...
Suddenly, Alvin thought of something.
He leaned in to listen to the halfling's breathing, then snatched Annie's small rapier -
The poor halfling maid, who was used to hiding her rapier under her skirt, had her skirt lifted up before she could react.
Immediately afterwards, before Annie's pink fist hit Ivan, the human pervert brutally stabbed the rapier into the chest of the half-orc on the bed.
"No!"
Larriel reached out to support the halfling's body, preparing to chant the healing spell.
As for Annie, she was completely stunned.
The halfling on the hospital bed was her mother.
Then, in front of Annie, the perverted knight drew out the rapier again with an expressionless face.
As if he was not satisfied enough, he poked at the wound with his fingers.
"Human... I'm going to kill you..."
Annie's whole body was filled with strength from anger, and a golden glow surged from her body.
This is the Paladin's signature skill [Divine Grace], which grants his guardians strong physical fitness through the gods.
In an instant, the strength and physical fitness of this short halfling were increased to a level far beyond that of a normal creature.
She exerted a little force with her feet, and the stone floor burst under the heavy weight. The power comparable to that of a frost giant was concentrated in the body of a halfling.
Annie launched an angry attack.
But just when her fist was about to hit Ivan's head with a whistling wind, the human's voice was like the temptation of the devil, making Annie stop her action.
"If you want to cure this halfling, just stay nearby."
Alvin could now roughly guess what was going on with the half-orc on the hospital bed.
In Blue Star's professional terminology, it is asthma.
Due to unknown reasons, the halfling's airway was blocked, causing severe respiratory failure.
As Ivan pulled out his rapier, the halfling's convulsions miraculously stopped and his breathing gradually became steady.
"Is there any long thin tube, about the same thickness as your rapier..."
Turning around, seeing the fist so close to him and the maid standing there in a daze, Alvin urged her in a bad mood.
"What are you standing there for?
If I don't find a replacement soon and open up the vents in her lungs, I'll have to stab her again!"
"Okay, okay..."
The half-orc Annie put away her fist and began to search the isolation ward in a panic.
Finally, Larrel couldn't bear it anymore and took out a delicate metal tube from his pocket.
"Try this..."
Glancing at Larrel, who had a strange look on his face, Alvin looked carefully at the thing in his hand - a metal recorder that could barely be used as a ventilation tube.
He inserted the recorder into the cavity in the halfling's lung and began to perform his unique healing spell.
Fortunately, this halfling was already very weak, otherwise there would have been another scene of shouting.
Larriel looked at the halfling whom he was unable to save. Under Ivan's spell, his complexion recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his wrinkles were completely removed. The professional priest was very surprised.
"You pervert, what the hell are you..."
What she originally wanted to say was what Alvin had become.
But when the words came to my lips, I felt something was not right.
Even though Alvin had a bad past, looking at his current ability to cast spells instantly, any normal person could guess that he was a favored person by some god.
What Yani said is absolutely right.
As a priest of the Church of Tyr, Larriel knew very well what a person favored by God meant.
If you accidentally offend this person, you may bring revenge from the gods behind him.
How could a young priest who had just reached the middle level escape the pursuit of the gods?
You have to survive!
Anyway, he had never done anything too outrageous to me before, and he even helped me pass a love letter to Xiuman...
Looking at Ivan bending down to check the patient's wound, Larriel suddenly half squatted down.
"Servant of the God of Justice, mid-level priest Larriel, pays tribute to the one favored by the powerful god!"
The sudden voice startled Alvin.
He turned around and saw this human female who was obviously afraid. Her strange and nervous face gradually began to overlap with the little girl with snot hanging from her nose in his memory.
"Lariel... you still like to over-interpret things..."