The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What is that, a refinement?" Sigmund asked. The world Borgula lived in was destroyed 20 years ago, and his people were enslaved. After so long, the means at the church's disposal were sufficient. The most common blood is improved.

"No, this is a higher-level blood. Generally speaking, only when we create a relatively low-level blood servant will we give the other party a part of the 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 speaking, a Tier 4 Rose Knight can create a blood servant, and the blood servant will be completely loyal to his maker. This loyalty is not a mechanical command, but a closeness from the heart, which is actually better than some kind of mind control. More terrifying, closer to the closeness and adoration that children have for their parents."

"The blood servant under control, even if it is just an ordinary person at the beginning, but after receiving the blood of the Rose Knight, the body will be greatly strengthened, and even some less serious hidden diseases will be cured without medicine."

"However, the Rose Knight is only Tier 4 in the final analysis. The blood of the spiritual power it contains is very precious, and it is impossible for him to create blood servants without limit." Bogula explained a few words, and then continued.

"That's why I feel strange that this medicine seems to be just for the purpose of saving people, without taking into account the specific manipulation..."

"The powder contains many other materials, some of which are extraordinary materials, which are not precious, but are not common. In addition to this blood, the effect of this tablet is completely sufficient for ordinary diseases. "Sigmon said.

Despite this analysis, Sigmon would never believe that the Oracle Church secretly did so many things for the benefit of mankind.

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

"Judging from the energy contained in the tablet, there is a loss, but it will never cause too much impact. That is to say, although this tablet cannot be produced indefinitely, the quantity 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 number of working classes, this number may be very surprising! "

The protection of human rights in this era can't be compared to that of a civilized society. Heavy labor, harsh living environment, turbid air and sewage, all of which will breed germs and spread diseases rapidly.

Most workers do not have the money to go to regular hospitals for treatment. At this time, those who are wandering in the streets and practicing medicine with bird-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 disguise." Sigmon took a few more pills and then instructed Bogula.

Bogula injected a faint breath into several pills of the same size, and then mixed them with the pills in the bottle. After all this was done, he voluntarily jumped into the roster of the blood clan.

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

"Go and see the vice-principal?" Bogula's voice sounded from Sigmon's mind.

"Don't worry." After leaving the hospital, Sigmon jumped into the carriage.

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

Sigmund drove the carriage and gradually moved away from the bustling district of Abetus. After crossing the Hariven River and entering the lower city, he went all the way south to the outskirts of Abetus.

This is the gray area of ​​Abetus.

The city lights in the distance are still the same, but it is obviously a lot of dilapidated, and there are occasionally malicious eyes on the streets and alleys.

After stopping the carriage, Sigmon stepped on the standing water and got into a dark alley, turning around. 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 distance, when he raised his head, he happened to see a person with similar attire walking out of a low room.

"Thank you sir, thank you for saving my daughter's life, poor little Rila, I thought she couldn't survive today." A woman who looked to be in her 30s said gratefully.

"Sir, I don't have much money. If you don't dislike it, I can..." The woman pulled up her skirt as she spoke. In the room behind her, a man sighed unwillingly.

"Don't do that," said the man with the beak mask.

"If you want to thank me, go to church early tomorrow to pray. In fact, you have already paid."

"Money? When?" The woman looked surprised.

"We belong to the rescue organization established by the Oracle Church, and the church pays for every visit and medicine." The bird-billed man replied.

"Thank you, Goddess Dawn!" The woman was excited, "I will go to church to pray tomorrow morning, with my husband!"

"Dawn will come, and the darkness will eventually recede." The bird-beaked man saluted, then turned and left, and when he passed by Sigmon ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ his left hand rose, as if he made a move in the dark. Weird gesture.

Sigmon didn't know the meaning of this gesture, but he just quietly patted the roster of the blood clan on the lining of his clothes, and the next second, a subtle and subtle aura flashed from his body.

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

"How is it?" 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." replied.

"Yeah." Sigmund nodded, looking at each other indifferently, and then his body suddenly disappeared in place. After he left, the man took off the bird's beak mask, revealing a pale face covered in sweat.

"Which lord is that?" With a long breath, the man put on a mask and hurried away.

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

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

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

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

"Have you found anything?" Sigmund asked. What exactly are these filthy contractors doing blood therapy on ordinary people?