This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The next day, the hungry knights woke up from their sleep.

Ice and snow, cold, hunger... all kinds of negative factors make their sleep quality extremely poor.

And the thought of continuing their unskilled work after waking up makes their morale worse.

"Lemon, wake up, it's time to get up and work."

A knight pushed the knight next to him, trying to wake up Clement who was dozing with his head down.

But what I didn't expect was that the other party fell directly to the ground, twitching all over.

The knight immediately called Ferdinand III.

Ferdinand III checked the other party's condition, and found that the knight's body temperature was frighteningly high, and the aura on his body was dim, and would go out at any time.

In front of him, he tore open the other party's underpants lividly, and found that the wound under the underpants, which was injured by the trap, had begun to suppurate, and the yellow-green tissue fluid had been slowly permeating.

When entering this dungeon, Lemon fell into a trap unfortunately, leaving a three centimeter deep wound on his calf.

If it is normal, these wounds can heal quickly with the help of spiritual energy.

But now, dozens of weak spells and psionic energy in them need to be used to resist the invasion of the laws of hell.

Coupled with hunger and cold, Lemon was directly defeated by the wound.

"It's cold...it's so cold..." the delirious Lemon said subconsciously.

Looking at the knights who had burned to the point of unconsciousness, Ferdinand III's first reaction was to look for the group of slimes, but he stopped immediately.

His dignity does not allow him to use the power of the devil.

But he didn't want to watch Lemon die either.

When he was in a dilemma, a knight suddenly and decisively gathered spiritual energy in his right hand, and then slashed at Lemon's neck.

Ferdinand III immediately grabbed the opponent's hand, let the sharp spiritual energy cut through his palm, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing!"

"Lemon can't be saved. His psychic power will be extinguished immediately, and he will become a fallen person. Instead of that, it's better to let him die while he is still a human being."

Ferdinand III was stunned for a moment.

Looking back, he wanted to hear other people's opinions, but found that they were all silent, and only supported the knight with their eyes.

This is wrong!

Lemon can still be saved!

He really wanted to refute like this, but he was shocked to find that if he judged according to his values, he was the wrong one.

Letting Lemon die while still a human was the right thing to do.

And me, why would I have this idea?

Ferdinand III punched himself hard on the head, forcing himself to wake up.

He stood up, looked hesitantly at Lemon on the ground, and then said, "Protect him, I'll go find someone."

"Are you asking for help from those slimes? That's the power of demons!"

"...No, it's a doctor, that's the power of a mortal."

Afterwards, he strode towards the demigod space and found Lianna who was learning medical skills from other medical students.

Under the unfriendly eyes of a group of medical students, he looked down at the girl in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and finally knelt in front of her on one knee.

The slimes nearby were shocked.

"Is this a marriage proposal? This old man doesn't repair himself!"

"In the Middle Ages, nobles seemed to be able to do this, but I still have to say, bah!"

"I don't agree with this marriage!"

"Looks like I didn't hit hard enough before! Old man, be careful tonight, I'll beat you with two legs for three legs!"

Ferdinand III ignored the group of noisy slimes, lowered his head, and said seriously: "I know you hate me,

But my men were injured yesterday. He is still running a fever and may die at any moment. I beg you..."

"Are you an idiot!" Lianna yelled in disbelief.

"I know, this request is embarrassing, but..."

"I mean, are you idiots! You were injured yesterday, why did you come to the doctor now! Where is he, take me there!"

Ferdinand III looked at the angry girl in front of him in astonishment, feeling mixed with emotion and guilt in his heart.

He stood up immediately, wiped the wet corners of his eyes secretly, and immediately took Lianna to rescue his subordinates.

The remaining doctor slimes looked at each other.

"I feel like we are being taught a lesson by our own students."

"Well, it seems to be. In fact, I don't want to take care of it, but it seems that if it is in reality, I should take care of it."

"That's right, but after it's cured, you must find a chance to beat it back. If it doesn't work, you have to use the most painful method to remove the stitches."

"Well, that's right, that's right."

Lianna, who was brought to the gathering place of the knights, quickly found the patient and checked his condition immediately.

After a careful examination, she said firmly: "Fever is only a superficial phenomenon. It is essentially an infection caused by a wound, coupled with malnutrition and cold."

"Can it be cured?" Ferdinand III asked nervously.

"It's simple, clean the wound with wine, apply some herbs, and keep the patient in a warm environment. The diet needs to keep up, try to use liquid food, and it's better to have more meat."

Hearing Lianna's treatment plan, a group of knights bowed their heads in shame.

None of them.

Lianna looked up, noticing the shame on the faces of the knights.

Looking around again, she saw the messy building materials and the camp with no signs of burning, and immediately knew how useless these knights were.

But she didn't say anything, just stood up and shouted at the camp of the fallen: "George!"

The strong man who was repairing the roof of a wooden house raised his head and waved to her.

"Call someone to come over and help, build a few wooden houses, and teach these knights how to make a fire by the way."

George glanced at the group of knights with dissatisfaction, but he jumped off the roof and brought a dozen burly degenerates who couldn't tell they were fifteen or sixteen years old to the knight camp.

This group of fallen people is physically strong, and demonization has given them extraordinary power, which makes each of them a master of house building.

They came to the camp in silence, glanced at the group of high-ranking knights with indifferent eyes, and then started to build houses with homemade tools.

These degenerates all had experience in building houses, and with the felled wood around them, they built four simple cabins in half a day.

Although it is not enough for the knights to live in, it is enough to use it in turn within a day.

Then one of the Fallen Ones went into the woods, and in a short while came back with some dry leaves.

Picking up a piece of dry firewood, he began to rub it hard against the firewood, so fast that even afterimages appeared.

A few minutes later, green smoke began to rise from the firewood, and after he sprinkled dry leaves on the firewood, he blew lightly towards the rubbed area, and a ball of flames immediately appeared, which amazed the watching knights.

Carefully adding some leaves to the fire, he put the fire into the bonfire, sprinkled some pieces of bark on it, and a bonfire started burning smoothly.

Looking at the unusual bonfire in the past, a group of knights exclaimed.

Lianna cleaned up the wounded man's wound with wine, applied medicinal herbs, and bandaged it up.

After finishing the treatment, she asked the group of knights to send the wounded to the cabin, and then turned to Ferdinand III: "Uncle, do you have the expenses ready?"

"...I don't have any gold coins." Ferdinand III said shyly.

"There is no need for gold coins here. We are all exchanging work for our daily necessities. Get ready, you will have to work for us for a while." Lianna smiled slightly.