I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 126 Life Healing

The Duchy of Xihe, the capital fortress.

In the ward where the wounded were placed in the military camp, a woman in a druid robe stood beside a bed on which lay a noncommissioned officer in a semi-conscious state.

The sergeant's right upper arm was covered with bandages, and two medical soldiers carefully cut the bandages for him and took them off.

A frowning stench pervaded immediately. There was a shocking wound on the non-commissioned officer's arm. Black gangrene had formed on the edge of the wound, which could not heal. The toxemia caused by the infection made him very weak.

"This poor sergeant participated in the expedition against Muxia, and an elf's bow and arrow pierced through a gap in the armor and stabbed him. The injury was not serious, and the medics treated him after the battle, but at that time After that, his wound festered and became infected repeatedly, and it was still difficult to heal, and finally became like this, and he also fell down."

General Murray of the Principality of Xihe stood behind the woman dressed as a druid, briefly explained the situation of the sergeant, then pointed to the sergeant and said to her:

"It's a pity that this kind of injury can't be cured by relying on my holy light technique. Our military doctor suggested that the muscle be amputated, and his dominant hand will become a display in the future. Miss Bafflemet, you say you Good at healing, can you handle this situation?"

"Of course. He was hit by the druid's debilitating spell, and the wound was repeatedly infected due to his physical decline. Treating him with my spell can be said to be the right medicine." Bafflemet smiled calmly.

"Then, this is your assessment item." Murray put his hands behind his back and stood aside.

Buffmet stared at the sergeant on the bed who was trembling with a high fever, and covered the festering wound with his tender hands indifferently.

A few seconds passed, and the muscles around the wound suddenly twitched violently. The sergeant suddenly widened his eyes, howled in pain, and then began to struggle subconsciously.

"Press him down." Bafflemet ordered calmly.

The medical soldiers on the side had no choice but to help quickly, and stepped forward to hold down the sergeant who suddenly writhed like crazy.

The sergeant's weak body erupted with strong strength, and the medical soldiers could truly feel the pain the other party was suffering from just from the strength of the struggle.

Murray frowned suspiciously. The sergeant's muscles were constantly twitching, and there seemed to be something wriggling under the skin. This scene looked a little curious.

Although there are druids in the empire, there are very few high-level druids above the master level, and he has never participated in the expedition against Muxia. Before that, he had only seen a druid perform a healing technique once.

In his impression, druid's healing technique shouldn't make people look so painful.

He didn't trust this woman who claimed to be Buffmet. He had never been to Shaman City in the northwest, but he knew that it was a place full of fish and dragons. If Duke Xihe didn't insist, he would actually be against recruiting mercenaries from that kind of place. To lead the army of the Principality.

And this woman, who claimed to be a druid of the extraordinary realm, had obvious black scars on her face, neck and arms.

A druid in an extraordinary realm can change life forms with a high degree of freedom, at least it should be possible to remove the scars on his body.

Regarding Murray's doubts, Buffmet explained that the scar on his body was caused by fighting a warlock in the past because of the other party's curse and could not be easily restored.

After a while, the sergeant calmed down and gradually stopped struggling.

The medical soldier who was holding him clearly felt that his body was not so hot anymore, and with a lot of sweat pouring out of his body, his body temperature suddenly dropped to a normal level.

He stared at the person next to the bed with wide eyes, and General Murray could tell that the sergeant had regained his sanity.

Bafflemet moved his hand away, and General Murray was surprised to see that the wound had disappeared, leaving behind a new layer of pink skin.

"Stand up," Bafflemet suggested to the sergeant.

The sergeant was still a little dazed, but he did it anyway.

He got out of bed, suddenly feeling extra light and in surprisingly good condition.

"How do you feel, Sergeant?" Murray asked him.

"Oh, General! I'm so sorry!!" Noticing how important the person who came to visit him was, the sergeant hurriedly saluted him.

"Answer me, how do you feel?" General Murray asked again.

"Praise the Lord God, I feel great. I thought I was going to die for the past two months, but now I feel like I have changed my body." The sergeant tried to move his body and was pleasantly surprised to find his physical condition Seems to be better than before the injury.

"Please take two steps around the room." Buffmet said with a smile.

The sergeant walked a few steps as he said, and suddenly made a surprised sound, and a medical soldier also showed a dumbfounded expression.

"What's the matter?" General Murray asked again.

"Back to the general, I...my old knee injury seems to be healed!" The sergeant shouted in surprise.

"This is the general, sergeant, he has injured his knee before, it hurts on rainy days, and he will limp a little when he walks." A medical soldier explained to General Murray.

General Murray looked at Buffmet in surprise.

"It's easy to do." Bavemet smiled and spread his hands, "Is this considered to have passed the test, General?"

"Your strength is unquestionable, and you fully meet our conditions." General Murray nodded, "It would be better to say that it seems a bit inferior for you to lead a [-]-strong army."

A druid who is good at strengthening and healing spells, although not suitable for directly participating in the battle with dragons, can provide strong support for the soldiers of the dragon slaying group, greatly strengthen their physical fitness, heal the wounded, and directly improve the combat effectiveness of the dragon slaying group. Take it up a notch.

Cooperating with fighters of sufficient level can also play a complementary role.

"Forgive me for asking, with your strength, Ms. Bavemeet, you can get a good status and treatment anywhere. Why do you live like a bounty hunter in Sharman City?" General Murray asked bluntly. .

"I want to study history and explore the hidden truth of the gods, so I searched for ancient ruins everywhere in the Great Desert. I heard from some sources that a red dragon occupied a ruin at the junction, and then happened to see it in Shaman City The reward issued by the Principality. You want to kill the red dragon, and I want to study the ruins, and they happen to have the same purpose." Buffmet replied with a smile.

"So it is." General Murray accepted the statement.

"Of course, this does not mean that I am completely uninterested in money and status. In addition to life healing, I am also proficient in pharmacy. If Your Excellency the General or Lord Lord needs to recuperate the body, I am willing to help at any time." Buffmet Said meaningfully.

"Sooner or later, the Grand Duke will hear about your deeds. If he is interested, he will naturally meet you, but he has a lot of things going on every day, so it's really hard to say." General Murray responded flatly, "Before then, you should stay in the fortress first. , The recruitment of the Dragon Slayer Group will take some time."

"Understood." Bafflemet bowed his head and saluted.

"Come here, I'll ask someone to arrange a room for you." General Murray led her out after finishing speaking.

The cured sergeant hadn't fully reacted yet, so he could only salute the leaving general in a daze.

After a while, he actually felt something move in his arm. He touched it in surprise, but he couldn't find any way out.

Probably, just a little muscle cramp.

(End of this chapter)