At this moment, they realized that the holy priest was an old man who had only a few hairs and needed support when walking, and his hands holding the knife were probably trembling.

The sharp blade moved inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch

This? It's so scary!

Although the sailor who was undergoing "treatment" did not choose to believe in himself, Alice still felt unbearable when she heard the terrifying scream.

But this is a choice he made himself, and everyone has to pay the price for his choice.

"Uncle Carrick, the antidote is here." Alice put the pot on the ground and took a wooden spoon and scooped a full spoon himself: "Can you still swallow it?"

"It's barely possible. Alice, I'll do it myself." Carrick's lower limbs lost consciousness, and he lifted his arm to the point of normal force, and then he hanged down.

"I'll do it." Alice handed the spoon to his mouth and slowly brought it in.

The sour and bitter medicine juice mixed with the mouth brought a coolness to Carrick's swollen and ulcerated mouth, and the pain actually relieved a little.

Several sailors with mild symptoms, and when they heard that Alice's antidote was coming, they all came over curiously and stared at the jar of viscous juice that was red, green and green, and there was a strange mixed smell in the air.

"Mr. Alice...what is it made?"

A sailor asked carefully. Compared to the heart-wrenching torture of cutting flesh in the workshop, eating medicine is too comfortable and comfortable.

Alice didn't raise her head: "The knowledge of the gods should not be passed on lightly."

The crucified sailor's face became hot, but he was so afraid of the pain of being cut into pieces, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Mr. Carrick, do you... do you feel better?"

"At least it feels a little more comfortable in your mouth." Carrick hasn't eaten for a long time, and the medicine is not bad. He took several spoons in one breath, and the excessive stomach acid in his stomach was neutralized, and the soreness gradually reduced: "The stomach is much more comfortable."

Could it be that the god Alice said is true? The sailor moved a little and turned to look at the terrifying 'shoulder' and grunted for a long time: "Alice... Lord Alice, that. Can I also try the antidote you made?"

The sailors next to them were also a little moved, looking at Alice in a vain.

The order of treatment of Father Jensley is based on the severity of the symptoms. The more severe the symptoms, the earlier it needs to be treated. With his energy and physical strength, he may not be able to cure several times a day. In short, it may take several days to make it his turn. But the antidote in front of him is ready-made, and taking a few bites is not a bad thing. Even if it is useless, you can still find the priest to treat him again.

Alice is kind-hearted, but not stupid: "This is a bet between Father Jensley and me. I don't want to affect the results because of some special examples."

The sailor whose thoughts were exposed was hot, and he was so silly that he didn't dare to speak.

Carrick took half a can of medicine in one breath before wavering his hand to stop. Alice didn't know how much the antidote would take and how long it would take effect, so she could only wait silently.

Soon after, the cries in the workshop came to an abrupt end. The frightened sailors finally breathed a sigh of relief, guessing who was the next unlucky guy.

The linen curtain was gently uncovered, and Father Jensley, holding a silver knife, walked out slowly. The holy white robe was covered in blood. In the dim light, it was like a butcher who had just walked out of the slaughter room.

“The Holy Spirit is merciful!”

The sailors all had a hint of enthusiasm, but the next sentence of the priest completely scared them.

"Poor man, it seems that he has not been favored by the Holy Spirit. Show your kindness, O Holy Spirit. I pray that you will ascend this soul into the upper realm and wash away sin in the light."

He understood what he meant very well, that guy - dead!

Eric, who had been waiting outside the work room anxiously, rushed in after hearing this, and almost collapsed after just a glance. The sailor's entire upper body was covered with terrible wounds like a cracked mouth. It was terrible. He could hardly see any completeness. He could only see a pair of wide open bloody glare, with heart-pounding despair.

"Mr. Alice... poor Rick, leave us." Eric noticed that the sailor's thigh was still under the sailor's thigh, and the swelling was still there: "He didn't even hold on until he finished the wound."

A stream of cold air that penetrated the heart followed the sailors' heels rushed straight to the back of their minds. Even if they were cursed by the sea god, they might be able to survive for a few days. But now, they are dead like this, their blood is dry, and they are in great pain!

"Child, that's just that he is not pious enough and has not been favored by the Holy Spirit." But Father Jensley has seen this scene too many times, and has been patrolling for a week, and his tone is as calm as the god of death: "Next!"

The remaining sailors gasped and no one moved for a long time.

"Mari, you are more serious than me..."

"Shut up. I'm fine, much more serious than me."

"Mike, you look bad."

"Bastard, I don't want to hurt you."

"So, Misen...what are you?"

"I want to live a few more days."

Before the operation, everyone was rushing to the forefront, but bloody examples were released, and they all were humble and cringed. Amidst the whispers, after a long time, the next unlucky guy was finally selected.

An unlucky guy with extremely serious symptoms and can't even speak, was unanimously agreed that his symptoms were the most serious and should be treated immediately.

When this unlucky guy with despair and fear in his eyes was sent to the workshop, everyone soon discovered that he was not really unable to make a sound, but because it was not painful enough!

"Oh, Fark! Ah~~~~~~"

"Help!"

"Help!"

It sounds even more scarier than the one just now!

Finally someone had a mental breakdown. Even if he died, he didn't want to hurt like this. A sailor close to Carrick struggled to climb to Alice and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Mr. Alice, I...I am willing to try your antidote. I promise you that I will never accept the treatment of that priest again!"

Every sailor is an important resource for the Black Stone Corps, and Alice doesn't want to suffer any losses: "I think your choice is wise. The god I believe in will not disappoint you."

"I...and me. Lord Alice, I'm afraid I can't stand Father Jensley's healing. In fact, I have never prayed for the favor of the Holy Spirit. I...I am willing to try your antidote and promise not to receive his healing."

"I...I'm willing to try it, too."

A total of six people changed their choices and were able to share the remaining medicine. But more people were still waiting and saw that their symptoms were generally mild, and they wanted to wait and see if Carrick would be cured or improved.

After a tired Carrick rested, Alice left the barn because she couldn't stand the screams in the workplace either.

Alice lay in a comfortable bed as usual, but her mood was too late to calm down. This was the first time she had accepted the knowledge of the gods and used it. What would the result be?

As I thought about it, the fatigue of a busy day quietly came and I gradually fell asleep.

In the darkness, the pink little octopus Qin Song quietly appeared beside her pillow, looking at her beautiful side face, the slightly raised nose bridge and the well-contoured lips, which were so coordinated even in her sleep, showing her innocence and potential vitality.

Golden Elf - Alice, the first witch, and Qin Song's favorite witch. From three to five stars, she accompanied him every time until the end of the game. When the enemy's minions break through the last fortress, she fought tenaciously until the last moment, until her life disappeared and never retreated.
Chapter completed!