It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

The sneaking movements of the temple guards immediately froze.

The Necromancer's bone staff paused and struck hard. Whisking, dozens of white bone pillars rose from the ground in the hall.

The fallen temple warriors, Priest Donald, Roman Knights, and several soldiers from Gretel's team were surrounded by five or six different fences, looking at each other from a distance.

Gretel's eyelids twitched. We have known each other for a long time and met for the first time - is this the Bone Cage?

He looked carefully. Those bones were eerie and pale, each one more than one meter long, some even more than one and a half meters long. Grete's interest immediately disappeared: it was not human bones, and it was not interesting. What kind of specific species is it? He is neither a forensic scientist nor a paleontologist...

If you have time for this research, why not ask for a favor for your team and let the Necromancer release them first.

"Well……"

Grete tried to speak. The Necromancer had already interrupted: "Don't worry, I won't kill them. I just don't want them to mess around. I will release them immediately early tomorrow morning."

He waved his hand, faced the hall, and murmured. In the mysterious sound of the spell, Gretel seemed to see traces of black energy gathering inward. After a while, the gargoyle that had been chopped into pieces returned to its original state, got up and began to patrol.

Here...there are gargoyles here, so it's safer for everyone to squat under the fence...and sleeping underneath also has the advantages of sleeping underneath. The wind can't blow, the rain can't hit, and the ground is spacious...

Considering that this group of people had just smashed up the hall, Gretel couldn't say anything about how to deal with the Necromancer. He glanced at each other with his teammates, and Reverend John and Brother Raymond were quietly waving their hands to him, signaling him not to speak.

Grete felt relieved and followed the Necromancer two steps forward. Suddenly he saw Priest Donald throwing himself on the fence and shouting:

"Wait! Treat him first! - Let me treat him first! Otherwise he will die! Please!"

More than ten steps away, the Roman knight was lying in another bone cage, unconscious and soundless. Next to him, the two warriors who were locked up were beating and shaking, but it had no effect at all. It only caused the knight to bleed more.

Gretel was silent. To be honest, seeing Roman Knight end up like this, he still felt a little happy. As for treating the knight...

Well, the collision just now shouldn't have caused brain hemorrhage or internal hemorrhage, and he would have died immediately, right?

The Necromancer turned to look at him. Seeing that Grete had no expression and no intention of interceding, he put on a straight face:

"no!"

The priest shrank. The necromancer didn't have much ill feelings toward him. Seeing his pitiful appearance, he stopped and thought for a moment:

"Have you brought any healing potion?"

"Take it, take it!"

Priest Donald nodded. He took out three bottles of healing potion, stretched out his arms, and struggled to hand them out through the fence. The golden skeleton stepped forward to take the medicine bottle. The necromancer looked at the skeleton's hand, pointed at one of the bottles and said:

"Pass it to him."

The black cat jumped lightly, picked up the potion, and brought it to the cage where the Roman knight was.

The two warriors were surprised and happy. They grabbed the potion and drank it for the Roman knight. The healing potion that the priest carried close to his body was not comparable to Little John's primary healing potion. As soon as the potion entered his throat, the knight's breathing became heavy. Groaning twice, he opened his eyes.

"My lord! My lord, you're awake!"

The two warriors were delighted. The Roman knight opened his eyes and saw the healing potion in front of him. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He grabbed it and poured it on his wrist.

"Don't!"

Gretel blurted out. The Roman knight shook his hand and almost dropped the bottle, glaring angrily:

"What are you doing!"

Grete shrank reflexively after being shouted at.

He didn't really want to get involved with the Roman Knights in the first place, but he had been wandering in the sky before and was startled by the cries of the city guards, so he shouted out without thinking. After shouting, he faced the other party’s angry eyes and continued:

"You can't treat your wound like this...it's not enough to just treat the outside, you have to fix the inside first..."

"Who listens to your nonsense!"

The Roman knight snorted coldly, turned the bottle over, and carefully poured the healing potion on. As soon as the light golden potion fell, the wound on the wrist healed immediately, and the skin was smooth and clean, exactly the same as before the injury.

It's just that the thumb of the right hand is still slightly bent, and the shape is not very natural.

Grete sighed, turned and left.

The Necromancer watched their interaction with interest, smiled, and followed leisurely with the golden skeleton. The stone door closed behind them. The Necromancer snapped his fingers, turned on the lights, and smiled at Grete:

"How? - Do you want me to kill him for you?"

"this……"

Gretel was stunned. This proposal was not without its allure. Gretel knew whose trick it was to recruit the city guards before, and the gargoyle did not fly above his head for no reason. But when it comes to killing that guy...

"……Do it?"

"You really don't want it?"

The necromancer raised an eyebrow. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and was as thin as a stick. The raised eyebrows affected the muscles on his face, and he was no different from a ghost crawling out. Not to mention, his black cat with white boots made a light leap, jumped onto the shoulders of the golden skull, and stuck his head in to interject:

"That guy has no good intentions towards you. - When I pounced on him, he was using you as a human shield!"

Gretel: "...Cat, cat can talk!!!"

Although this is a magical world where skeletons can walk and pick off their own heads, the black cat can talk!

Grete couldn't help but stepped back until a chill ran down his spine and he pressed against the stone door. To be honest, he was a little afraid of cats in his previous life. There were five or six stray cats of various sizes in the hospital, and the nurses often fed them. Grete would never touch them in his previous life. When I ran here, I met another black cat with great fighting power, and it could also talk!

Gretel supported the stone surface with his backhand. The black cat jumped down again and landed directly in front of him. The cat's tail slapped the ground, took a step forward, raised its head high, and bared its teeth.

The cat's beard is translucent and curls up and down. It seems that because of Gretel's name, he is not in a good mood:

"How rude! I am the great Mr. Trocca! Don't call me Black Cat! Black Cat!"

Well, it's a creature that can talk - no, it's intelligent and can communicate...

The adrenaline in Gretel's body surged for a while, then gradually calmed down. I'm not afraid that cats can talk, but I'm afraid that cats don't have the intelligence and fighting ability. If you don’t say anything, just come up with a claw, and you’re so big and so fast, then you’ll have a headache...

Forget it, this is a world of magic and divine arts. Skeletons can pick off their own heads, and cats can talk. Is it any wonder?

Thanks to the countless animations he had watched and the various games he had played in his previous life, Gretel quickly accepted the setting of "cats can talk". He took a step forward and nodded to the black cat politely:

"Hello, great Mr. Trocca. I was rude just now. I'm sorry-"

"Hey, it's okay!"

The black cat waved his paw generously. When the paw was lifted up, the pink flesh pads purred, and Grete's fingers were eager to move, and he really wanted to pinch it. The black cat seemed to be particularly sensitive to this kind of evil intention. He quickly jumped away, raised his head, and grinned:

"Seriously, do you really don't want me to kill him for you?"

"Need not."

Gretel gradually calmed down. He stared down at the black cat's golden eyes, exhaled slowly, and raised a confident smile:

"That guy is already disabled. The wound will heal without pulling out the tendon and sewing it up. I reminded him. Who is to blame if he doesn't listen?"

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