Wolf Barrel 5.56

A few days ago.

I'm still talking about when I was traveling in a sailcarriage, before I arrived in Salla.

I was in the same sailcarriage, that scratchy old soldier.

His condition got worse with every day he pursued.

Even though she was old and less resilient, there was no reason for her to feel better because she was exposed to her stitched body for a long time in the carriage that rocked up and down.

"Guuuuuuuuuu"

Groans like a beast in a sweat.

To such an old soldier, all I could do was speak up and wipe your sweat.

I was lost.

Use crystal fangs or not. If you use it, maybe you can heal his wounds. But at the same time, it will lose valuable means of recovery. The other day, the wolf was just about to kill me, and I couldn't help but let go of my crystal fangs.

When it comes to being tasted that pain again, if I don't have crystal fangs at hand, that's all I'm afraid of.

"Gww!"

Gatang's face is ugly and distorted, and it must have swung to the wound.

I can only hold his hand. [M]

(... damn!

I got progressively angry with myself like that.

While on the move, I talked to this guy about various things. It was always him talking, and I was a listener. [M]

I could hear stories that would help.

I studied, and more importantly, I enjoyed it.

A series of wolves and lizards. It was no other conversation with him that soothed my spirit, which had been polished by that extreme state. It was also thanks to him that he was able to get back on track as usual. I whipped my old body for my grandson to be born next month and participated in this convoy.

- What do you get lost in helping him like that?

I made up my mind.

Let's use crystal fangs.

I may be in trouble in the future because of it, but I can't help it. That's the time.

I help this man. [M]

And then as if to react to that determination,

"What!?

My hands, which were holding the old soldier's hand, shed green light.

The light does not become filamentous as it did when summoning the gun, but remains in the palm of the hand as soft light, as if it were bogged water.

Could this be it?

Half-heartedly, I put a pale light on the old soldier's chest.

Then the rough breath slowly calmed down. The expression of anguish can also be seen to be soothing.

Yay! I knew it would work on the wound!

I didn't use crystal fangs, but the truth is, I healed by my own power alone. With that in evidence, I did feel the consumption of magic.

Can I do this?

Still staring at the palms of palms stained with light green, I was impressed like other personnel.

Another thing I've discovered.

I found out how the wound was, though, by putting my hands together.

I thought maybe I was the worst of the old soldier's wounds, putting my hands around my right belly.

Close your eyes and focus your consciousness strongly.

Dive your consciousness deeply into your wound, as if you were diving.

Then behind his lid, an image of his injured body emerged.

Under the skin stitched with thread.

Broken muscles.

And three broken ribs.

I have a small wound in my liver.

Images sprung up one after the other like slides, and more or less symptoms of wounds were found.

"Phew..."

Keep your eyes closed and wipe the sweat that conveys your cheeks with your shoulders.

First, I took care of a small liver wound.

I know how to do it, somehow.

Inject magic by targeting the liver hole and imagining it stretching cellophane tape.

Then I did find that the wound was blocked.

As I thought. If you imagine the treatment accurately, you can cure it.

With certainty, I go on to treat my ribs.

Imagine pouring instantaneous adhesive into a bone crack, "Stick -!" and pour magic into your mind. Then I could see that the broken ribs had healed.

Imagine inserting the detached extension cord again into the broken muscle fiber.

Finally, on torn skin, imagine pulling up an open zip.

When I opened my tightly closed eyes and checked the old soldier's right stomach, the wound had healed beautifully.

And then if I remove the thread, it will be OK.

The groan had disappeared from the old soldier and turned into a restful sleep.

"One, I got stuck -"

The treatment drained me a lot of magic, and I flipped on my back and lay down with Goron. Awesome fatigue. I feel lightly dizzy with the feeling that I have lost my magic. But healing the wounds of the old soldier reminded me of a great sense of accomplishment.

I wonder if Suki could repay me. I laughed furiously.

I feel cold floorboards.

And as it were, I fell asleep, too.

Later on, I heard that the act of surgical deception that I did at this time was not something that anyone could do. Not to mention absolutely impossible amateurs with no specialized training.

Rejoining muscle fibers and bone adhesion are precision tasks that require advanced magic control techniques.

That is.

I seem to have the gift of a "magician" in this world, Doctor.

Present again.

Think while eating a little crepe.

I have two paths, Adventurer and Magician.

Maybe we'll have more options ahead of us.

Which one should I choose?

Wait, wait, wait.

I realize that.

You said you had to have specialized training to be a magician.

Plus, if I don't get my magician's license, I'll be a dark doctor.

Naturally, you're gonna need a lot of money.

Then in the end, we'll have to work hard as adventurers for the moment.

Then you didn't have to worry about it from the beginning.

Worrying which way to choose is a long way off. Something refreshed me that my thoughts were finally settled.

"What, this is such a time already!?

The clock is going around 8: 00 at some point while I'm thinking about it in a daze.

Adventurer Guild opens at 8: 30 a.m.

If we don't go first thing in the morning, we'll be wasting our time waiting in order! We need to hurry!!

I rushed the rest of the crepe into my mouth, mommy mommy mommy mommy chewing, pouring it in all at once with coffee.

And pull the bag, check your whole body with the look of the outfit.

All right, no abnormalities.

Finally, he pocketed an ID card issued by the Adventurer's Guild on the table and left the room graciously.

Make a dazzling noise down the stairs.

"I'm coming!

"Come on in."

The owner smiled and dropped me off, and I opened the hotel door and jumped into the alley.

Anyway, I'll do everything I can to solve the problem in front of me.

Do what you do.

Come on, good luck with your day!