I Can Heal Your Lungs

Wild Hunter.

A hunter, but not an ordinary hunter.

Specifically those "hunters who have the ability to hunt wild beasts".

In this world revered by fire magicians, commoners are pariahs with low status.

Although the status of a hunter cannot be compared with that of a magician, it is much better than a commoner who often cannot help himself.

Especially those top hunters, even magicians will treat them with courtesy.

Because no matter how strong the fire magician is, close combat is always the weakness that the magician group cannot avoid. Instead of becoming enemies with top hunters and taking the risk of being assassinated, it is better to make friends with them, sign a cooperation contract, and make them the guardians of magicians.

Ivan is such a powerful hunter who used to be a magician guard.

once.

Later, for some reason, he was burnt to his lungs, and he was unilaterally released from the contract by the magician who hired him.

Just like a hound that hunters don't need to lose their minions.

In this flame world, a certain degree of lung burns is an incurable disease.

The lowest level of flame magicians can damage a person's lungs to an irreversible level.

The lowest level of lung injury, but even the most advanced fire magician may not be cured!

Injured or not treated, it is just so overbearing and unreasonable.

"Is it here?"

Andrew has come to the outskirts of Wildfire Town.

There are no masonry streets here, and there is gravel underfoot. There are also few buildings.

Ivan lives in this area, the standard isolation.

Andrew can understand this.

A powerful hunter who was once worthy of a magician to put down his body to make friends, after his lungs were burned, he could only wait to die slowly in the increasingly painful cough.

It must be extremely painful mentally, and it is normal to become unhappy and isolated.

If it weren't for the "Water Spirit Art", maybe he would also experience such double torture of body and mind?

Thinking and walking like this, when he arrived at the black tent covered in animal skins where Ivan lived, Andrew paused.

I saw Aunt Sophia came out of the tent with a tired face, her face still flushed, and some unresolved panting.

The moment she saw Andrew, Aunt Sophia froze for a moment, then she looked horrified and said, "Andrew, you...why are you here?"

His eyes involuntarily looked towards Andrew's back.

Andrew sighed and said to himself that there is no reason in this world to "be nice to me and my mother" for no reason.

Little Sophie only knew that her mother was here to exchange food, but she didn't know what it was.

There was a sigh in his heart. On the surface, Andrew looked as usual and said, "Don't worry, Sophie didn't come with me. I won't say anything to her."

Sophia was obviously relieved, but still vigilant: "You...you don't say it? Then what conditions do you have?"

Andrew shrugged helplessly: "When I ran out of the fire with little Sophie on my back, I didn't mention any conditions..."

Only then did Sophia think that the young man in front of him was dying, and he was in such a situation to save his daughter.

Thinking of the old magician Hobert's seven-day prophecy, Sophia felt more and more guilty for her vigilance and suspicion just now.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You don't need to ask for conditions. Well, before you die, I can accompany you once... um, three times. But no more."

Andrew: "..."

I finally know where little Sophie's weird brain circuit came from.

At the same time, there is an intuitive understanding of the world: in this world, except for the privileged group of fire magicians, ordinary civilians really have a hard life.

The house had just been burnt down, and her daughter was almost burned to death, but Aunt Sophia in front of her couldn't care less about her grief and anger, and continued to do her best to survive.

Not answering Sophia's words, Andrew slowed his tone and said with a smile: "That... I have something to do with Uncle Ivan, can we talk alone? Little Sophie is now alone in the temporary camp, you should hurry back and accompany you. It's better for her."

The last sentence is very effective.

Sophia quickly took the food in exchange and went to the temporary camp. She was worried that her daughter was alone in the camp.

Looking at her back, Andrew couldn't help but say, "You are a good mother."

Sophia was shocked, and when she looked back, she saw that the teenager had opened the curtain and walked into Ivan's black tent.

Like her daughter Sophie, Sophia also felt that Andrew seemed different from before.

However, her mind was quickly dominated by her daughter who was alone in the temporary camp, she shook her head and walked away quickly.

As for Andrew, the moment he walked into the tent, he froze.

Because of a short knife, it was standing on his neck.

Opposite Ivan holding a knife, shirtless and wearing only trousers.

This is a very imposing man, but his face is very pale.

He grinned at Andrew, coughed from time to time, and said, "What are you and Sophia outside my tent mumbling about?

She actually said she wanted to accompany you three times for free?

Tsk tsk, Sophia is a good woman, why didn't you agree to her? "

Speaking of which, Ivan looked up and down disdainfully at Andrew, who was much thinner than him, and sneered: "Besides, not everyone can enter my tent. You just come in like this... Okay! But don't even think about going out tonight!"

As he spoke, he coughed lightly, but the knife in his hand remained motionless.

Andrew didn't move either.

He looked into the man's eyes silently.

From the other's eyes, Andrew did not see desire for himself.

fine...

At least it means that the other party's so-called "don't go out when you come in" is just a mockery, not that this guy really has any interest in him.

This made Andrew secretly relieved.

Otherwise, if the plot turns into a self-initiated delivery to someone to pick up soap, Andrew would rather die in the sea of ​​​​fire! It's not because of discrimination, but because everyone has their own aspirations. Andrew's choice is: he would rather die than bend! no way!

As for Ivan in front of me...

"It should be that after the lung injury, there is no hope, and the mentality exploded, so I broke the can and let it go, right?"

Andrew quickly scanned the furnishings in the tent, analyzing it in his heart.

When he saw a large number of empty wine bottles stacked in the corner of the tent, Andrew basically confirmed his judgment.

Suppressing the instinctive fear in his heart - to be honest, Andrew's calf is actually a little weak - on the surface, he remains calm.

Looking directly into the eyes of Ivan who was a head higher than himself, Andrew said, "I heard that you are the best hunter in Wildfire Town?

Oh, I originally wanted to cure your lungs, and then let you follow me.

But now it seems that I look up to you. You are useless! "

Although the wording is very strong and even rude, Andrew really thinks so: not only to cure Ivan's lungs, but also to let him use it for himself!

This is the conclusion of repeated thought on the way.

In seven days, even if the promotion path he planned was really right, it would be difficult for him to improve to a level where he could fight against Hobert. That is a senior archmage!

And if you can't reach that level, you need help yourself.

So Andrew's plan is: to cure the big man in front of him, and verify whether his own fire fighting upgrade method is really feasible.

At the same time, he put forward conditions: let Ivan help himself and kill that Hobert together!

"What, what? What are you talking about?!"

When Ivan heard "I wanted to cure your lungs", his eyes burst with light.

The momentum that burst out in an instant made Andrew seem to see the powerful hunter who was looking down before the injury!

What a powerful atmosphere!

Andrew felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

But at the same time, I know better: my words have already worked!

The opponent's heart has already been impacted, and the impact will not be small.

The proof is: the injured hunter who still has extraordinary vigor in front of him shuddered, and his knife-wielding hand, which had always been stable like an old dog, appeared a little but couldn't hide it... trembling!