Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 16 Miraculous Healing
The experienced Peiwen glanced at it and his furrowed brows relaxed: "Ordinary arrow, no signs of poisoning, looks like it just went in a bit too deep, it should be fine!"

He turned and instructed the guard beside him, "Please invite Master Locke to come and take a look."

A few minutes later, an old man with gray hair and beard, looking sleepy, yawned and strolled over. Judging from his expression, he was quite unwilling.

After listening to the captain of the guard's explanation, the old man glanced at Chen Mo's wound and gave Peiwen an order without any politeness: "Pull out the arrow!"

"Okay, just bear with it!" Peiwen took half a step forward. Chen Mo didn't even see his movement clearly. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and his body was pushed and pulled by a force. The sharp pain from his shoulder made his vision go black.

When its owner was attacked, Little White instinctively raised its bone gun.

"Hey, hey, hey! Aunt Linda, look! Bones! The skeleton is moving! It's really moving!" Princess Liushuang, who had been staring at Xiaobai like a curious kitten, suddenly looked like she had discovered an incredible toy. Her big eyes widened, and she pointed at the skeleton, jumping up and down excitedly.

Peiwen completely disregarded the alert action of the ordinary skeleton spearman. At this moment, Chen Mo felt a strange sense of relief amidst the excruciating pain.

Thank goodness for Xiaobai's foolish instincts! If that idiot had pulled out that deadly automatic rifle in this heavily guarded place and fired a shot at the swordsman...

I don't know if the other person is dead or not, but I'm definitely going to die.

As the arrow was pulled out, the wound, which had already closed, burst open with blood. The sleepy old man rubbed up a handful of magic powder of unknown material, and hazy, soft white light spots, like crushed galaxies, emanated from his palm and lightly covered Chen Mo's wound.

A gentle, moist scent, like the fresh fragrance of grass and trees in a forest after rain, brushed over Chen Mo's skin, seeping deep into his flesh and gradually soothing and easing the sharp, throbbing pain.

A few seconds later, looking at the wound that had already formed a dark red scab, Chen Mo gasped.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Mo asked awkwardly, "Thank you very much for your treatment. May I ask how much... how much does it cost?"

The old man named Locke ignored him completely, yawned, and turned to leave. Peiwen, on the other hand, gave him a perfunctory, polite smile: "It was nothing, don't worry about it. He should be fully recovered in another two or three days."

"Go back and get some rest!"

This is what it means to kick people out.

Chen Mo bowed deeply again to express his gratitude, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the pretty young girl once more before turning and leaving.

Behind them, they could hear the little princess and the female official muttering complaints, seemingly quite unhappy that their "toy" had been taken away.

Using the excuse of needing to recover from his injuries, Chen Mo declined the centaur's invitation to attend the plaza party. Kaga escorted him all the way to the entrance of the wooden and stone building called "Hero's Inn".

As they parted, Chen Mo gave the small group of men a tight hug, took out two silver coins, and slapped them into Kaga's palm without saying a word.

"Kaga, thank you so much! You are the best guide I have ever met, and you will surely become the best warrior on the grasslands in the future!"

Chen Mo's words came from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for this stubborn fellow, he would either have to spend the night with the arrow in his hand, or he would have to risk his life to pull it out himself.

Just thinking about that scene sends chills down my spine.

The half-human Macaja was overjoyed by the praise, his eyes crinkling into crescents. He let out a cheerful neigh, twirling the silver coins in his hand, and skipped and hopped towards the noisy bonfire in the square.

Chen Mo turned and entered the inn. The waiter, who had been waiting at the door for a while, greeted him with a smile and led him through the gate. The interior of the "Hero's Inn" exuded a sense of antiquity, as if it had been repeatedly worn by time. The polished wooden floorboards, with their slightly warped edges, creaked underfoot, and the air was filled with a faint, slightly intoxicating aroma, like the mixture of old books and damp wood.

Fortunately, the room was quite tidy. The starched coarse cloth sheets and quilts looked clean and fresh, and had a hint of sun-dried smell.

Three silver coins a night was a luxury in this shabby camp, but with the security provided by the centaur tribe, Chen Mo finally felt that the money was well spent—he could finally relax and no longer have to spend all night gripping the gun handle and listening with his ears perked up in fear, as he had done in the previous nights.

As a result, Chen Mo tossed and turned all night and slept very restlessly.

The horrifying scenes of bloodshed in the jungle and desperate escape along the trails during the day, like faded, low-quality film, rewind, pause, and replay repeatedly in my mind, lingering back and forth. The golden retriever's face, twisted with greed, and Ellie's pale, desperate face flashed alternately in my mind.

In the dream, the little golden retriever let out a strange "hehehe" laugh, approaching step by step, and then slashed at Chen Mo, who was inexplicably unable to move. A flash of cold light, and Chen Mo's leg bone was severed. Strangely, Chen Mo felt that he had lost a lot of blood, but the broken bone was a pale white, without a drop of blood on it.

No one knows what kind of evil magic this young master used, but the piece of white bone twisted and deformed strangely in his hands, and finally turned into a bone staff with a hideous shape and an evil aura!
"No!" Chen Mo roared in his dream, but his throat felt like it was blocked by mud, and he couldn't make a sound.

The scene suddenly changed, revealing Ellie's figure!
The girl seemed to be running, but she could never get very far. No matter how she swung her legs, she was always standing still. Running and running, Ellie suddenly turned around and showed a sweet smile on her face: "Brother Mo, you're so capable. I can't escape, I can't escape."

Then came Little Eleven, the scout, his face contorted in a ferocious grin. He charged forward like a mad beast, his short crossbow firing like a machine gun, blasting bolts everywhere, leaving him covered in thorns...

"drink!!!"

Chen Mo suddenly sat up from his nightmare, his clothes soaked with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest as if it were about to explode.

He reached under his pillow and gripped the slightly warm pistol tightly. The familiar metallic feel and heavy weight acted like a powerful tranquilizer, slowly calming his wildly beating heart and tense nerves.

Pulling open the window shade, and seeing that dawn was about to break, Chen Mo got up, packed his things, washed up quickly, and, with the dazed little white dog, arrived at the boarding point of the floating spaceship ahead of schedule.

A makeshift platform built from huge logs, located at a corner of the camp.

Then, he heard a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue.

Tickets for this airship ride are not available for sale to the public.

This thing isn't like the high-speed rail in Xia Country, where if you miss one train, the next one will be there in a few tens of minutes.

The floating ships usually depart from White Rock Outpost opposite the Dark Forest at the beginning of each month. In good weather, the journey takes six to eight days to reach Sixleaf Woods, where they stay for about a week before setting sail again.

In other words, a round trip for the airship, including the flight and docking time, would take nearly a month. If he couldn't get there, wouldn't he be doomed?

Chen Mo tried his best to express his wishes with words and gestures, but the skinny little dwarf opposite him completely ignored him. The other party just fiddled with a mechanical part of unknown purpose with his wrinkled palm without saying a word.

The distant buzzing of voices, the creaking of ropes tightening as the airship's airbags swayed, the low mechanical hum of the preheating core... all felt like countless tiny needles pricking at Chen Mo's anxious nerves.

Anxiety, like an invisible fog, permeated this morning that should have been beautiful.

(End of this chapter)