The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What is that, a kind of purified product?" Sigmund asked. The world Bogula lived in was destroyed 20 years ago. Improve the most common blood.

"No, this is higher-level blood. Generally speaking, only when we create lower-level blood servants will we give them some blood that contains our spirit and strength." Bogula replied.

"The blood here is very pure, but the concentration is far from the level that can cultivate blood servants."

"Normally, a fourth-level rose knight can create a blood servant, and the blood servant will be completely loyal to his maker. This kind of loyalty is not a mechanical order, but a closeness from the heart. In fact, it is better than some kind of mind control. It's more terrifying, closer to the closeness and admiration of children to their parents."

"Even if the controlled blood servant is just an ordinary person at the beginning, after receiving the blood of the Rose Knight, the body will be greatly strengthened, and even some less serious recessive diseases will be cured without medicine."

"However, Rose Knight is only at the fourth level in the final analysis. The blood of the spiritual power contained in it is very precious, and it is impossible for him to create unlimited blood slaves." Bogula explained a few words, and then continued.

"That's why I find it strange that this drug seems to be purely for saving people, without considering the specific manipulation..."

"The powder contains many other materials, some of which are transcendent materials, which are not considered precious, but they are not common. Coupled with this blood, the effect of this pill is completely sufficient for common diseases. said Sigmund.

Despite this analysis, Sigmund will never believe that the Oracle Church has done so many things secretly, and it is really for the well-being of mankind.

"Is this loss of blood a burden for high-level contractors?" Sigmund asked.

"From the perspective of the energy contained in the pill, there is some loss, but it will never cause too much impact. That is to say, although this kind of pill cannot be produced indefinitely, the amount that can be produced is absolutely amazing." Bogula replied.

"And how many people in this city have received that special bloodletting treatment?" Sigmund said to himself, "The nobles don't know, but among the large working class, this number may be quite astonishing! "

The protection of human rights in this era is simply not comparable to that of that civilized society. Heavy labor, harsh living conditions, turbid air, and sewage, all of which will breed germs and spread diseases quickly.

Most workers have no money to go to regular hospitals for medical treatment. At this time, those practicing medicine who roam the streets and wear beak masks become their only hope.

And among those people...

How many of Bernard's kind?

What is the real purpose of the Oracle Church to do such a thankless thing?

"Help me pretend." Sigmon took a few more pills, and then ordered Bogula.

Bogula injected a weak breath into several pills of the same size, and then mixed them with the pills in the bottle. After doing all this, he took the initiative to jump into the blood list.

Not long after Sigmund left, the dream space was automatically released, but from the beginning to the end, Bernard knew nothing about what happened around him.

"Are you going to see the vice president?" Bogula's voice sounded from Sigmund's mind.

"No rush." ​​Leaving the hospital, Sigmund jumped into the carriage.

When I was in Liam City, there were hardly many people on the streets at this time, but in many bustling neighborhoods in Abetus, horseshoes were crisp, and the lives of those rich people seemed to have just begun.

Driving the carriage, Sigmund gradually moved away from the bustling neighborhood of Abetus. After crossing the Hareven River and entering the lower city, he headed south all the way to the outskirts of Abetus.

This is the gray area of ​​the entire Abetus.

The city lights in the distance are still there, but this place is obviously much dilapidated, and there are occasional malicious eyes passing by in the streets and alleys.

After parking the carriage, Sigmund stepped on the stagnant water and got into a dark alley, making seven turns. When he got out from the other side, the blood-colored cloak had turned into a black burqa, and there was an extra one on his head. Beak mask.

Walking forward for a certain distance, when he raised his head, he happened to see a person with a similar attire to him coming out of a low room.

"Thank you sir, thank you for saving my daughter's life, poor little Rilla, I thought she wouldn't make it through today." A woman who looked about 30 years old said gratefully.

"Sir, I don't have any money. If you don't mind, I can..." The woman pulled up her skirt while talking, and a man's unwilling sigh came from the room behind her.

"No need for that," said the man with the bird's beak mask.

"If you want to thank me, go to church tomorrow morning and pray. In fact, you have already paid for it."

"Money? When?" The woman looked surprised.

"We belong to the rescue organization established by the Oracle Church, and every outpatient fee and medicine are paid by the church." The bird beak replied.

"Thank you, Goddess of Dawn!" The woman looked excited, "Tomorrow morning I will go to the church to pray, with my husband!"

"The dawn is coming, and the darkness will eventually recede." The bird-beaked man saluted, then turned and left, and when he passed by Sigmund, he raised his left hand, as if making a strange gesture in the darkness.

Sigmund didn't know the meaning of this gesture, but he just quietly patted the roster of blood clans placed on the lining of his clothes, and in the next second a subtle and cryptic breath flashed away from his body.

"Sorry, sir..." The beaked man's body trembled, and the blood in his body told him that this was an existence that he couldn't look directly at.

"How?" Sigmund asked vaguely.

"This is the first time that little girl has received blood therapy. Her body should not get sick for a long time. After another treatment, the blood concentration in her body can reach the standard." The bird beak man said respectfully. replied.

"Yeah." Sigmund nodded, looked at the other person indifferently, and then disappeared abruptly in place. After he left, the man took off the beak mask, revealing a pale face covered with sweat.

"Which adult is it?" He let out a long breath, and the man put on his mask and left in a hurry.

At this time, Sigmund appeared in front of a wooden bed in a dilapidated house.

A thin girl was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a dirty quilt, her withered and yellow hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her cheeks in strands.

At this time, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Opening the blood roster, Bogula's body appeared out of thin air.

"Have you found anything?" Sigmund asked, what is the purpose of these filthy contractors to treat ordinary people with blood?