The city guards sprinted slightly, and the city guards who were about to attack Jiang Junming with a short crossbow behind them saw the little girl standing up, and were confused and did not immediately attack Jiang Junming.

In the eyes of the city guards, the poor in a slum area are no better than the rats everywhere here. Even if they kill in the street, they will kill them, without even explanation. But they pay attention to the word "priest" and care for the existence of the church. If the young man in a white robe said the truth and killed a priest, there would be more trouble in the future. Even if he was a priest from an unknown small church, the Temple Alliance would have an explanation.

"I was also saved by him. He is really a priest who cares about the church." On the streets, patients who have been cured by Jiang Junming stood up to defend Jiang Junming. Seeing that more and more people around him defending Jiang Junming, the city guards began to hesitate. Otherwise, let him run back like this, not let him pass the blockade and not arrest him. This is indeed a good idea.

Just as the city guards began to hesitate, a city guard holding a short crossbow suddenly loosened his hands, and the short crossbow fell to the ground, covering his stomach with both hands, and began to vomit violently. The fully armed armor emitted a fishy smell, and a person who seemed nothing was wrong just now suddenly fell down in front of him, vomiting in pain.

The city guards chasing Jiang Junming turned around and their faces changed when they heard the sound. They stopped chasing Jiang Junming and ran back quickly. That night, many people fell down like this and never stood up again. Now the priest exhausted his divine power and returned to the temple to rest, and his companions were infected by the plague. Will they die like this? This question lingers in the hearts of all the city guards like the figure of the god of death.

When Jiang Junming saw the city guard falling down, he followed the others back to the blocked place and prepared to rescue the city guard.

The knights in the temple were wearing masks and couldn't see clearly what their faces looked like. But the panic revealed in their eyes made all the city guards feel helpless. Could it be that the knight's divine power was exhausted and he could not cure the epidemic?

"I'll give it a try. The Knight's treatment is very weak, and I don't know if he can be cured." The Knight explained in a deep voice, with a sense of disconfidence in his words.

The magic technique was not cast slowly. However, the knight's healing effect was much worse than that of the priest. The light of the healing technique fell on the city guards, and the light seemed a little weak, and soon dissipated on the city guards.

The city guards who fell to the ground looked a little better. They stopped vomiting, and they said weakly with a fear expression on their faces: "Thank you, Knight..." Before they finished speaking, a stream of milky white rice soup sprayed out violently again.

The knight had just breathed a sigh of relief. It was enough that his healing magic was effective. But the city guard had not finished a complete sentence. The more severe vomiting began again. Judging from the degree of his vomiting, it was too late to carry it to the nearest temple to ask for help now.

What should I do? The city guards and the knights of the temple were panicked. The fear of death made them want to escape, which was too dangerous. It was almost like being exiled to come to a slum where no one wanted to come. Whether it was a priest or a knight, they were the weakest characters in the temple or the church, otherwise they would not have carried out martial law orders here. All this was tolerated, but when the god of death appeared with a grim smile, his heart began to collapse.

"Let me give it a try." Jiang Junming saw that the city guard vomited in a squirt manner, and he was obviously in a serious condition. It was probably because he had a good constitution and had been suppressing the spread of bacteria. But the more people were, the more they had, the more severe the symptoms appeared, and the time left for treatment was shorter than those with slightly weaker constitutions.

The knight said angrily: "You are a liar, get out of here quickly. Let's carry him back to the temple to treat him, don't waste time."

"The time should not be enough." Jiang Junming said: "When you carry him away, the person will die after you go back. Instead of doing this, let me give it a try."

The Knights and the City Guards knew that Jiang Junming was telling the truth, but in their perception, such a young priest could not appear no matter how you look at it. And now the whole city is in a panic. The priest should be busy in the temple or the church. Perhaps the divine power has been used up, so how could it run out to treat more people who have nothing to do with him?

Let's give it a try, just as the boy said, even if it doesn't work, there is no better way, right?

Jiang Junming took out the last small bottle of refreshing potion from his arms and walked to the city guards.

"Don't the priest use magic?" The knight always felt uncomfortable as if he was being slapped in the face. His magic had no healing effect, but asked for help from a "liar". Looking at the confident young man in the white robe, the knight felt that he was humiliated. Although he was just the least valued knight in the temple and had no effect in healing, no matter what, it was not the knight.

Jiang Junming didn't say anything, squatted on the ground and asked the other city guards to help lift the patient's head.

Seeing that the young man in white robe did not answer his words, the knight felt that he was ignored and even more angry and said, "Can you save your life with a bottle of unknown potion? Are you kidding? I heard that the priests who care about the church can even cast magic tricks, and sometimes they can't cast it. At your age, you won't be able to even cast magic tricks."

Jiang Junming looked up, his eyes bright and firm, and he smiled at the knight. Then he turned on the refreshing potion and slowly fed the patient.

"This is a refreshing potion, not a potion without a name." A strong young man following Jiang Junming said behind him.

Revitalizing potion? Hearing this name, both the City Guards and the Knights were shocked. Of course, it was not because of how advanced the potion Jiang Junming took out, but because of whether this young man was a madman? He took the Revitalizing potion and said that he was a priest who cared for the church, presided over a temple, and treated a sick City Guard in front of the fully armed City Guard. Don’t he know the consequences of the failure of the treatment? This is not a scam of those poor patients, and only using the Revitalizing potion as a comfort, which is better than having no effect and doing nothing. If the treatment fails, he will be killed here on the spot!

The knight sneered, "Are you crazy? What can the revitalizing potion do?"

Jiang Junming didn't say anything, but just focused on feeding the rejuvenation potion into the sick Chengwei army little by little, and careful not to waste a drop of potion.

"It was originally sent back to the nearest temple and it could be cured. If you delayed your time and caused his death, you will be fully responsible for all the consequences!" The knight said with a grim smile, putting all the problems on Jiang Junming.

The smile on Jiang Junming's face did not change at all. Seeing that the rejuvenation potion was drunk by the sick city guards, he said: "It will be cured soon. I discovered it very early and I will probably recover immediately."

Seeing that Jiang Junming didn't hear his words, the knight treated himself as if he was not hearing them, and said angrily: "If he dies, I will kill you immediately!"

After saying that, the knight drew out his long sword. The sharp blade reflected the starlight on the cold night and pointed directly to Jiang Junming's side.

When the other city guards saw that Jiang Junming did not cast magic, but took the magic potion to drink for their companions, they also thought that Jiang Junming was a liar, with a cold face and looked at Jiang Junming. They used blood and killing to vent their fears. Many people have done this for many years. Under the threat of death, human nature has become extremely weak.

Jiang Junming stood up, sorted out his white robe, and faced the city guards holding swords and short crossbows, saying, "I want to go outside to find some herbs to cure more people."

"Go to dream!" The knight saw that the city guards lying in the arms of his companion drank the refreshing potion and stopped vomiting, and his face looked a little better, but they did not seem to be cured immediately. However, this is understandable, it is not a healing technique. What he drank for the sick city guards was not a potion made by a magician or an alchemist, but just a bottle of refreshing potion. The mildest disease cannot be cured, let alone this kind of epidemic that can die at any time.

"Let you go back, don't go, this time..." the knight was speaking, and the sword in his hand suddenly dropped weakly, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He watched Jiang Junming's newly treated city guards stand up on the ground, and didn't know what was going on. He was moving his hands and feet, and the armor blades made a slight collision and sounded as he moved, which sounded clear and full of vitality.

It was really like the boy in a white robe said that the epidemic was cured by a bottle of spiritual replenishment? It was really cured! Without any explanation, all doubts were broken. Jiang Junming's kind smile was in front of him, so confident.

Could he be really a priest? How could there be such a young priest? I have never heard of it before. Moreover, the most simple and useless potion, the most simple and useless potion, was even better than the magical technique, directly cured the disease of the sick City Guard. Seeing him standing in front of him with vitality, the knights and the City Guard were stunned in place with complex moods.

"Sir, I was not polite and respectful to you just now, so please don't take it to your heart." The city guards, who received treatment, faced Jiang Junming respectfully. Although they were wearing heavy armor, they bowed deeply and said politely.

"You're welcome, this is all a gift for caring for the goddess." Jiang Junming said.

The Knight and other city guards watched their companions go from severe vomiting to immediate recovery after drinking the refreshing potion. The sharp contrast between them makes people confused and cannot believe that this is true. Is it the hallucination that has appeared after standing in this smelly night for a long time? Look at me, I look at you, no one completely believes in everything that is happening in front of you. (To be continued...)
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