Drowning in the Gentle Country [Western Fantasy]

Compared with the consultation room on the second floor, the layout of this room on the third floor is more holy.A cross is hung on the wall, and the pattern of the goddess of life is painted on the mosaic window facing the east. The scriptures that must be recited silently every day are placed beside the bed.

The owner of the room was already awake, sitting in a wheelchair with his head down and his back bent. He was quite an old man, his drooping skin was wrinkled together, his facial features could hardly be seen clearly, and his breathing and reaction became extremely long.

At this time, apart from the Jones family who were still on the second floor, Mrs. Peggy and Helen all followed.Iviedo tried to back away with some resistance, but Wilt grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him to him.

"Long time no see, Susan, do you still remember me?" Wilt squatted down and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

The grandmother named Susan turned her head slowly, her cloudy eyes stared at Wilt in front of her, and after thinking for a long time, she showed a toothless smile: "It's you, violet boy..."

Her smile was as immature as a young child, coupled with aging and dullness, there was an indescribable strangeness. Wilt sighed and reached out to rub her gray hair.A faint light gathered in the palm of his hand, and slowly, the old man's slack eyes regained energy, and her expression was filled with surprise and wisdom: "Ah, it's Mrs. Wilt?"

Mrs. Peggy and Helen were astonished when they saw this series of changes. Little Helen knelt in front of the wheelchair, with tears in her eyes, she couldn't believe it: "Grandma Susan, are you awake? Do you remember who I am?"

"Of course, little Helen who comes to borrow books from me every day." Susan smiled kindly, looking over one by one, "Oh, and Peggy."

Mrs. Peggy's always tricky and mean face was also full of joy.

Iviedo took another step back quietly.

"She is Susan. If I remember correctly, she will be 190 years old this year. She is the oldest person in Tatari Town. She is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. She served as a field priest under the crusade prophet many years ago Look, that wall is full of her medals." Wilt whispered, "Mrs. Jones's symptoms, if she takes action, there must be a solution."

"If you make a move, there must be a way, right?" Ivedo said, "A holy healing technique like rejuvenation." He refers to Susan's process from old eyesight to sobriety.

However, Wilt said seriously: "This is not a holy healing technique, Ivedo, only knights who always believe in the way of the holy light can use it, and I am not." The invisible light disappeared quickly, "It's not a healing technique either, only priests who believe in gods can use it, and I'm not either."

After he denied it twice in a row, Iviedo, who had always looked listless and listless, stared at him seriously for the first time, and it could even be said to be nervous.

Wilt said: "You know Iviedo, then there is only one answer left."

"Well..." Iviedo bit his lower lip, and his glossy lips turned white instantly. He said the answer: "Okay, life contract. A rare treatment."

The life contract, as the name suggests, is a way to give one's life force to the other party, not divine power or holy power, but there are very few people who can use it.

After the moment of energy just now, Iviedo became depressed again, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone.Maybe he should be a little jealous at this time, or worried about me, Wilt thought, he smiled and said: "Don't worry about me, Iviedo, my vitality is quite sufficient."

On the other side, Susan had already heard Helen's brief description of Mrs. Jones's illness, her benevolent eyes glanced at Iviedo, and a girlish exclamation appeared on her aging face like a withered flower, "This must be Mrs. Wilt my lover..."

"Yes, his name is Iviedo." Wilt said. Unexpectedly, Susan, who was unconscious, also knew about it. He hugged Iviedo who was shrinking back tightly.

"You are as beautiful as a golden wheat field, the kind of wheat field that is boundless, fertile, and full of life..." Helen pushed the wheelchair and approached, and Iviedo's long dark golden hair was reflected in Grandma Susan's cloudy and gray eyeballs. It shone like a blazing fireball, occupying the entire line of sight.She shed tears of emotion, "...what a wonderful color."

"It's not wonderful at all." Iviedo said coldly.He was like a patient who had suffered enough, and wanted to draw an end to tonight's performance, clutching his forehead in pain, "I just want to go home and rest immediately."

Wilt wanted to continue to use his inquisitive spirit, "Why is it golden?", "Why is it not beautiful?", "Why is the face painful?", but Iviedo's tense face was not like the previous pleading and shyness, Rather, he really didn't want to stay on this topic for a moment longer, so he said "what's the matter?" without receiving even a look of rejection.

"Okay." Wilt thought, he had been compromising with Iviedo, but if he didn't compromise, there would only be a cold war, which he didn't want to see.

"Come on, let's go and see how Mrs. Jones is sick."

The anxious Mr. Jones finally waited until everyone went downstairs, and when he saw Susan in a wheelchair, he was also shocked, like seeing a legend of the times.The old grandma Susan held a green gemstone in her hand—a must-have token for believers in the Goddess of Life—bowed her head and kissed it gently, drew a cross on her chest, and placed the gemstone on Mrs. Jones’ forehead .

Mr. Jones talked about Lisa's illness: "Lisa's body has always been healthy... she was still working in a tailor shop, until about a month ago she started to get sick, her physical strength declined, she always felt tired, and often fell asleep. I'm sorry, I just slept all day. At first we thought it was just a cold, so we asked for leave to rest at home, but recently it seems to be getting worse..."

"I came to the clinic yesterday and wanted to ask Mrs. Peggy to see a doctor for Lisa, but Mrs. Peggy wasn't there. Miss Helen volunteered to treat Lisa, but it was still useless."

After Mr. Jones wiped his tears and said this, he suddenly realized something slowly. Helen shrank her head and did not dare to respond, but Mrs. Peggy, who had dared to curse and make trouble in front of Wilt before, just glared at her fiercely this time. With a glance, there was no attack in front of Susan.

The emerald on Mrs. Jones' forehead glowed faintly.

Leaning against the wall and resting his eyes with his eyes closed, Iviedo also seemed to have received some kind of induction, and opened his eyes slightly, staring at the gemstone that gave a weak reaction.

Grandma Susan tried her best to open her creased eyes wide, whispering many strange words in her mouth, which was more like a wizard casting a horrible spell than a priest casting a healing spell.She put her bony hand like a dead branch on Mrs. Jones's forehead, and the originally dim light of the jewel gradually became stronger, and Mrs. Jones, who had been sleeping all the time, also reacted, frowning deeply, with a very unsteady expression.

"Well, well, the nightmare will end, the pain will recede, and when the new moon falls again, the nightmare will not return."

Grandma Susan's palm smoothed Mrs. Jones' frowning eyebrows, and Mrs. Jones eased the pain and relaxed slowly, but the nervousness was passed on to Susan instead.

Everyone present, even the honest Mr. Jones and the ignorant Pandreau, could see that what Mrs. Jones was suffering from was by no means a simple disease.If it is an ordinary illness, it will never make the most proud disciple of the Prophet of the Crusaders so helpless.

"Susan has a talent - she can slightly see the light of the soul of others, so that she can see through the other's disguise and real attributes. This is also the fundamental reason why she serves as a field priest." Wilt whispered to Ivie Explain more.

At this time, Susan also sighed and turned her head, leaning on the handle of the wheelchair and trying to stand up tremblingly, Helen rushed over to support her first, Madam Peggy froze for a moment, and did the same.

"Lisa, poor child...I saw that her body was covered in black mist, but I couldn't see it clearly." The old man who had reached the end of his life fell into the vortex of memories, as if he was remembering the days on the battlefield, "Yes A demon, the succubi, sneaked into Lisa's dreams and tormented her."

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