MTL - Mercenaries and Adventurers-v4 Chapter 205 , the morning of the bout (1)

From a distance, Kiel saw the firelight in the clearing and the young refugees gathered together.

He yelled: "It's almost there, don't let go, keep up with the team."

Needless to say, the young people can't wait to speed up their pace, just to reunite with their friends a moment earlier. Kiel rode over there first, approaching the clearing, and the young knights on horses recognized by the young refugees gathered around the fire all gave way to a passage leading to the center of the clearing.

Slow down, and when he came to the center of the crowd in the open space, he saw the tired and dozing Priest Batar sitting on the ground.

The priest's original elegant and formal robe was stained with a lot of blood, and the hem of the robe was also stained dirty with clods of grass stems and soil. The priest himself was leaning against a wooden box that originally contained some simple medical supplies on the Kiel carriage. On top of the wooden box was a wooden basin full of dirty blood and blood-stained cloth strips.

Scissors for cutting fabrics and needles and threads for stitching wounds are also scattered on it.

These things are the so-called 'medical supplies' that Keir didn't know were useful or not. He occasionally saw them on the road and bought them back with money.

To be honest, he himself doesn't use it very much. After all, in Kendall's army, several chaplains are responsible for the treatment of injuries. Moreover, he is also protected by thick armor, so he is not usually injured.

I don't know if those 'medical supplies' can really be used.

But obviously, these things were dug out by the priest and Bloodfang, and no one taught them, and the priest also used those things.

The exhausted Priest Batar fell asleep leaning against the wooden box, still snoring, obviously because he was extremely tired. Blood Yaster, holding a crossbow, walked over from the side, looked at Kiel, and said, "Let him rest, the treatment of hundreds of people before almost exhausted this priest to death."

He shook his head: "Although there are still more than a dozen people who have not been rescued."

Kiel raised his eyebrows: "The dead people haven't been dealt with, right? You can't simply find a place to bury them, or you'll get into big trouble. Just now, in the bandits' lair, I've dealt with dozens of animals that can move and roar at the bottom of the cave." living corpse."

Then Keir slapped his forehead and remembered something: "That's right, I almost forgot. There is also a young man on my side who was stung by a bee. The situation is particularly critical, and the priest has to deal with it."

Seeing that Kiel was about to shake Priest Batar to wake him up, Bloodfang Stephan wanted to stop him, but he stopped after raising his hand halfway. He swallowed back the words he was about to speak.

"Wake up! Wake up! Priest Batar? Priest Batar? Wake up!"

Kiel gently pushed the priest's shoulder, which wiped the blood off his hand. He didn't expect the priest to be stained with so much blood when he saved people.

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Lothar Batar was shaken awake from a coma, and he tried to push away the person who shook him in a daze, but failed several times.

Then the voice calling him was connected to his consciousness.

"Wake up, priest, a young man has been stung by a bee, very badly!"

He was a little confused. Didn't he fight with the bandits who attacked him? How could he get involved with bees, the small flying insects that pollinate crops? Or is it that the tragic battle that happened just now and the tragedy in Changmai Village that troubled him for many days did not actually happen?

In fact, he is still a boy in his teens. He wakes up every day with his friends of the same age, not only to receive the teachings of the pastors, but also to take the opportunity to play in the garden of the church?

bee? He remembered keeping a small box of bees himself.

It was a gift secretly given to him by a friend who is good at beekeeping. Only when the size of the bee colony reaches a certain level, will the behavior of "expanding the territory" be carried out. It's a pity that he is not the material. In the winter of that year, the bees froze to death because the heat preservation of the beehive was not done well. Everyone had to enjoy the sweet honey in advance, and a small pot of bee pupae fried in soybean oil.

"Are you awake? Drink some water and wake up."

Water was handed to his mouth, Lothar Batar raised his sore and tired arms, held the leather water bag, and poured it into his mouth in small mouthfuls.

Goof, goof, goof, goof.

After taking a few mouthfuls of warm water, the priest woke up.

He looked up at the Kiel warrior who was bending over to look at him in front of him, and nodded: "You are back, how is it? The bandit's lair is worth a special trip?"

Kiel lifted his steel visor, revealing his glowing eyes and raised mouth: "Of course it was worth it. I rescued more than a dozen people who were robbed and held by bandits. Not to mention all kinds of valuable materials, With them, future plans can be realized."

The priest blinked, reached out and pulled Kiel's armor, and stood up in front of him: "I seem to have heard that someone was injured just now, Mu, my divine power has recovered a little, I hope it can be useful."

Kiel was silent for a while: "Did you just faint because of exhaustion of divine power?"

The priest nodded casually, as if it wasn't an important matter: "There are a few times. Hey, when the divine power was still there, the seriously injured could be saved, but the divine power was exhausted, even if you used the one you prepared. Some tools, and the seriously injured people still can't save many people."

Keir didn't care how many people he lost, because the loss in the early part of the night was bound to happen, and it was something that would happen even if he tried his best, so he was very open about it.

After all, it wasn't him who killed the person, but the bandit, and the bandit was killed by him, so it was over.

"Come on, in the carriage I got back, the first one."

The two quickly walked out of the open space from the crowd passageway that was out of the way.

"Carriage? What carriage?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

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A young man named Pam who was stung by a bee was never rescued.

When Priest Batar rushed to the side of the carriage, the body of the young man who was **** with ropes was already cold.

"Been dead for a while. Huh, apart from being stung, there are no other injuries."

Priest Batar put the young man's body on the ground, checked it after untying the rope, and came to a conclusion.

In fact, when Keel rushed over to take a look, he knew that the man was dead.

After all, the young man couldn't last long enough to rush back. Judging only by the temperature of the corpse, the young man probably couldn't hold on when he just crossed the river and came to the commercial road.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Keir said regretfully: "May he be able to enter the land of endless fertile fields after his death."

"Enjoy the joy of a good harvest," the priest continued.

Then the priest noticed the carriage Kiel had brought back, and of course the people rescued from the carriage.

Perhaps it was the large bloodstains on the priest's robe that frightened all the eyes looking at the priest. It wasn't until Kiel explained to others that the blood-stained young man was a pastor of the Saturnalia Church that they dared to think about Bata. The priest bowed his head in greeting.

But they still didn't dare to look up at the priest covered in blood.

He even regarded the priest as a guy who killed more violently than the young knight.

"I'm Lothar Batar, the parish of the southern province of the Saturnalia Church, and the resident priest of the former Changmai Village. This trip is to complete the mission with the warrior Joe Kiel, to rescue the people and resume production."

Most of the rescuers who got off the carriage glanced at the priest hastily, and didn't dare to look at him, let alone go forward to answer him.

There is a reason why the priest's image at this time is really bad, but there is also a reason why most of the saved people believe in the God of Wealth.

They were naturally very grateful for being rescued by a knight of unknown faith. But accosting a pagan priest is another matter.

Seeing that few people paid attention to him, Priest Batar didn't bother himself anymore, and quickly ended the topic: "If anyone is injured or sick, you can come to me for treatment."

Someone spoke, and it was an old man: "My lord priest, according to the usual practice, how much wealth do we need to donate to treat non-believers?"

The priest looked at Kiel, and Kiel shrugged: "It's better not to, the situation is like this, these rules can be settled down later."

So Priest Batar nodded to the old man, including others, and said: "No need for any property, the southern province is in crisis at this time, it is not the time to talk about these. As long as you can help everyone, you can Get divine treatment from me."

At this time, a middle-aged man who was not far from the old man came out, he patted himself on the chest and said: "Then my lord, among us, the one who needs treatment most at this time is this young man." .His finger was bitten badly by a mouse, please take a look."

Priest Batar hurried up, and the old man let go of the ten-year-old boy in his arms: "Stretch out your hand and show the priest. If you are afraid, close your eyes."

The young man had been afraid to look at the blood-red robe on the priest just now, and now he obediently closed his eyes, raised one hand, and held the other tightly. It seemed that there was something important to him inside. thing.

The young man's left hand was missing several fingers, and the wound on the severed finger was black. It was unclear whether it was dirty or a scab formed by blood coagulation.

The priest checked it out, and lightly touched the dark place where the severed finger was, and the boy cried out softly.

"It's fine if it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it means that the wound is completely rotted. Sorry, everyone, with my current ability, I can't regenerate the severed limb. I can only let the wound heal quickly, at least not become more serious."

The priest felt a little regretful that what he just said would not be of great use so soon.

The middle-aged man leaned over and said, "It's okay, life is more important than anything else, as long as it doesn't get serious, this kid is still young, and he will have his own opportunities in the future."

The old man also nodded: "Well, it doesn't matter if you lose a few fingers. As businessmen, we just need to have a mouth to talk. After all, most of our skills are in our mouths."

Priest Batar nodded, held the left hand of the boy's severed finger and prayed in a low voice, channeled the little divine power in him, and began to heal the wound of the boy's severed finger.

"itch-"

The boy opened his mouth half a sentence, but the old man held his hair down and stopped him from speaking.

On the other side, the middle-aged man said with an apologetic expression that it was not good for the priests to consume their divine power for treatment without any effective help from them. He is willing to contribute his personal ability and energy, not thinking about returning home after being rescued, but actively assisting the mission of Kiel Knight and Batar Priest.

Keir directed his young men to unload the things from the carriage one by one, and planned to rearrange them.

After all, not counting his blood licking grass, there are only three other horses that can pull carts. He needs one for his own carriage, and the remaining two can only pull up to two freight carriages.

As a result, one of the three carriages brought back from the bandit's lair had to be discarded.

At this time, the three carriages were basically fully loaded, and the extra cart of supplies must be carried by manpower.

This is not impossible. After all, most of the young refugees are from farming families. Although they are weak and emaciated, they have good resilience and physical strength. A team of two carried the small items with ropes and wooden sticks, and the speed was not too slow.

But this requires a thorough sorting and registration of the goods on the three carriages.

Large and heavy boxes cannot be easily lifted by manpower, so it is best to carry them on a horse-drawn carriage, while some light or small boxes can be carried by people.

Anyway, with hundreds of people and so many manpower, it is useless, especially because many of these people dare not fight and cannot be used by Kiel to organize.

Even though Batar priest has organized a group of religious young people and their relatives and friends with their religious beliefs, after all, they can't even reach a quarter.

If you just give free food and don't use this kindness, all relationships will deteriorate.

No one will think that there is no need to pay for the benefits in vain, and the unequal favor will only bring cranky and alienation. Although Keir didn't think about it thoroughly, his subconscious mind already felt something was wrong.

"In that case, come here."

Keir's ears are good, and he heard that the middle-aged man wanted to do something, so he called him over: "What's your name?"

"Answer my lord, I am a businessman from Kadir, a neighboring country in the southwest. I have been engaged in the resale goods trade between the southern countries and the Holy Kingdom before. This time I was too hot-headed, so I personally ventured to the southern province." Sighed, The middle-aged businessman shook his head: "My name is Long, Long Barford."

Kiel nodded indifferently, and pointed to the various goods that were unloaded in the open space by the young man: "Exactly, let's use your skills, we have to give up one carriage, and the remaining two, I need to move the large or heavy ones The goods are loaded and transported away, and the smaller goods are carried away by a few people next to them."

"You understand that these supplies were picked and picked from the bandits' lair before they were taken away. Those that were not taken away were set on fire. They are all important now. Merchant Barford, I now appoint you to take full charge of this matter. Can you OK?"

The middle-aged man's mouth was bouncing, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he patted his chest and agreed: "Please leave it to me, Lord Knight. But I need human assistance."

Kiel nodded: "You can figure it out. You guys, come here." Kiel called the young men in leather armor and told them the mission of the merchant Barford.

"You can either bring people to help, or pick some more people from the crowd behind, in short, help them get this done. Now empty the carriage and bring 20 people with you. I plan to take down the mountain wolf's lair at night. "

Keir looked towards a forest that should be in the north: "Just right, the guy who surrendered the bandit gang said that their lair is not far away. They can come back before dawn. Twenty people, you decide who will go with you, and who will go Take a break first, and the rest will help the merchant deal with the loot."

Everyone should be, firstly, the four of them had a discussion. Some people preferred to fight actively, so they won the task of continuing to destroy the bandits' lair after a while. Some people felt that there was too much violence tonight, so they would rather guard the surrendered bandits here, and Defend companions.

And some people chatted with the middle-aged businessman and talked about the manpower needed.

Of course, the young men who were armed would not just go to work like this. After all, their duty was to be in charge of fighting and they needed to maintain their physical strength, so it was necessary to discuss how many people were needed to complete the tasks assigned by the knights as soon as possible before dawn.

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Things here are roughly arranged. Kiel first inspected the corpses and remnants piled up next to the open space, and found that Blood Fangste had already arranged for people to sort and put away the corpses on the battlefield.

Before setting off, Kiel simply took off the weapons, armor and equipment from the dead bandit, and didn't care much about other clothes and the bandit's belongings.

The corpse was simply tidied up.

These are all taken care of now.

Blood Fangste came over. He pointed to the nearly two hundred corpses and said to Kiel, "Kiel, how do you deal with so many corpses? To be honest, there are so many corpses. If you want to burn them—"

He shook his head: "It takes a lot of trees to get the firewood to burn the corpse."

Kiel nodded: "No matter how much it is, it has to be burned. After dawn, you take some people, start with the nearest small trees outside the forest, and prepare the wood that can burn them. Please, I will wait a while We have to clean up the lair of the last wave of bandits, hmph, they attacked us in the first half of the night and killed so many people, if I don’t destroy their lair in the second half of the night, I can’t swallow it.”

Kiel stretched out his hand to the sky, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com then clenched his right hand tightly, the steel armor made a creaking sound, and after he let go, the steel armor returned to its original shape relying on elasticity.

It doesn't matter to Bloodyaster, none of this has much to do with him, he just needs to do his own thing well and what he can do in this trip.

Kiel rode back to his carriage. At this time, some young people around the carriage were still sitting by the fire around the carriage. At this time, most of them each had a simple weapon. There are a few taels of metal on it, which is far better than the previous self-defense with sticks.

Keel jumped off the horse and carried the valuable box that had been carried on the horse's back into the carriage.

He disappeared, then reappeared, repeated several times, and then hid these coins or valuable goods in the lady's dream.

He came out of the wagon with a large bundle of strong rope that had been wrenched from the wagon.

Calling the group of people around who first obeyed his orders, Keel cut the rope into sections, and taught them how to combine daggers, short knives and wooden sticks with ropes to become a powerful handy weapon. .

After all, daggers and short knives are too close to attack, even if they are fatal to unarmored enemies, but weapons are one inch long and one inch strong, which is not just talk.

Holding the dagger in your hand and swinging it, and installing it on the top of a wooden stick, stabbing forward, the attack distance and power are not the same.

The longer the weapon, the more powerful the moment it wields when swung. The short knife is installed on the side of the stick, which is a simple one-handed axe. The dagger is installed on the top of the wooden stick, which is a simple short gun. This thing can be thrown, and it can barely maintain balance and accuracy in a short distance. If it is farther away, there is no guarantee.