Chapter 109 Q: What is cruelty? A: Burning the manuscripts of writers on the verge of a deadline
The teleportation back to the city was interrupted, so if you want to go back you can only wait for the archmage to rescue you within the normal time.
Mo Cheng already knew that [Going to the dungeon] was the most efficient way to gain experience and various rewards. At the same time, the skill [Tombstone] was exposed to the Crazy Legion. In this way, even though he could still gain experience efficiently, he was not willing to stay any longer.
[Tombstone] It doesn't matter if the people of the Mad Legion find out. Anyway, as long as he leaves, this historical fragment from who knows how many years ago will never intersect with the normal timeline.
But Mo Cheng didn't dare let Margaret know that he had the skill of "Tombstone". That would be equivalent to the police chief knowing that you carry weapons of mass destruction with you, and the casualties caused in densely populated areas would start at "10,000", and you would be put directly on the key focus list.
Mo Cheng has always held a correct view of his identity, that is, he clearly knows that his identity cannot withstand strict inspection. Once it is strictly checked, something will happen, and it will not be a trivial matter.
Unfortunately, the return transmission method was interrupted, and Mo Cheng and Margaret could only continue to stay in this historical fragment.
"This is really troublesome. We need to pay attention to Margaret's condition now." While using holy light to pull the seriously injured back from the danger line, he secretly used the corner of his eye to observe Margaret bandaging the lightly injured. "I don't know how many people in the Mad Legion know my information. If I meet them next time... I can't let them stay!"
Although the largest force nearby was destroyed by Mo Cheng, this team could only make it down the mountain. Most of the people were injured, and if they were not treated first, they would become inflamed and suffer various complications before they could even get halfway.
Mo Cheng’s treatment speed was very fast, and it didn’t take much effort for him to treat those seriously injured patients to the point where they could move freely.
On the contrary, if Mo Cheng wants to restore some of the people who are missing limbs, he will need to expend more energy if he fails to preserve the broken limbs.
In this regard, the Holy Light strangely agrees with the magicians' views. The energy required to mend wounds and suture broken limbs is less than one-fifth of that required to create flesh out of thin air.
After the upgrade, the quality and repair ability of the holy light have grown by leaps and bounds. Mo Cheng even has a feeling that if he consumes 90% of the mana bar, he may be able to instantly restore the lost body of a person below the seventh level who only has his head left.
This has no theoretical basis, it is simply a feeling. However, in this situation, Mo Cheng dare not spend too much energy to verify it, and he can't find anyone who is willing to risk his life to verify a feeling.
It didn't take long for Mo Cheng to treat all the seriously injured. Suddenly, his eyes blurred and a water bag appeared in front of him. "Thank you for your hard work. Drink some water."
Taking the water bag from Wendisa, Mo Cheng sat on the ground and started drinking without caring whether the ground was clean or not.
Even if the cost of Holy Light Healing is very low, it will still be difficult when the number of people increases.
"The Holy Light is very pure, and you are better at using it than any priest I've ever seen in the church." Wendisa sat next to Mo Cheng, looking him over. "You are not the kind of genius student who has been studying very well since childhood, who has ranked first in every subject, and who is also very fast in practicing Holy Light, right?"
"Can a talented student run to the front line and risk his life at this time?"
Mo Cheng felt that if he really was a so-called good student, he should stay in the rear base and act as a nanny. Of course, if he was asked to go back to the rear now, he would not dare to do so.
He didn't know anyone in the Glorious Church. If he returned to the rear, the biggest possibility was that people would find out that there was no such person as Mo Cheng.
But after hearing Mo Cheng's rather impolite answer, Wendisa's eyes lit up as if she had thought of something: "Could that rumor be true? A glorious priest ran to the front line of the battlefield just because he was worried that his lover would be injured in the battle, so he ran to the front line to provide battlefield treatment regardless of the danger?"
Mo Cheng was quite speechless, he felt that most people would not believe such a boring statement, but when he looked at them, their eyes seemed to be shining, just like when boys talked about games and girls talked about trinkets in school.
He felt that the romance novel writer in front of him, who had broken up with his family in order to write romance novels and ran away to work as a part-time adventurer, might really believe in those ridiculous rumors.
Without waiting for Mo Cheng's reply, Wendisa took out a small stack of parchment from somewhere, sharpened it with burnt charcoal, and scribbled messy words on it.
"Hmm, I have some inspiration. Lauren Frost and the Church of Radiance are two major forces in a city. These two forces have a deep sense of hostility and often fight... ahem, I can't publish a book if I write this, so I'll change it to a conflict."
"Mo Cheng, a student at the Glorious Church Academy , is a young man with an unusual name. He is 17 years old, excellent in both character and study, and is a boy that everyone likes. Because when students lose a fight and cannot seek treatment from teachers, Shengguang is the best among the students, and Mo Cheng is undoubtedly the best doctor."
Ignoring Mo Cheng, whose expression was becoming increasingly strange, Wendy Sha wrote and revised as if no one was around, while reading it out loud.
The wounded around were also used to it, and some even pricked up their ears to listen. During the previous period when they were forced to stay in place, Windissa's story was the only entertainment and painkiller for these people.
"But Mo Cheng liked a girl named Rosalin who didn't like him. When he heard that Rosalin would attend the party at Lauren Frost's house, he decided to sneak into the party. So, at that party, Mo Cheng met his destined girl Margaret..."
Mo Cheng held the empty water bag in his hand and listened to the outline of Wendysa's story. He didn't expect that Margaret's ancestor was actually a combination of Qiong Yao and Shakespeare from another world. This story sounded like a sad and tragic story, and it might even be mixed with a love triangle.
But before Wendisa finished writing the story, Mo Cheng's voice interrupted her creative thoughts, "Um, Ms. Wendisa, please look behind you."
"Behind what?" The professional romance novelist was very dissatisfied with her train of thought being interrupted abruptly, but when she came to her senses, she seemed to realize something and slowly turned around. Margaret was looking at Windissa in silence.
"Uh hahahaha, Margaret, when did you come here? Mo Cheng, why didn't you remind me?!"
"Probably from the time you read [But Mo Cheng likes a girl named Luo Salan who doesn't like him]. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but Ms. Wendisa, your story is very interesting and I am fascinated by it."
Mo Cheng could have reminded Wendisa if he wanted to, but when Margaret stood silently behind Wendisa, even Mo Cheng could feel an invisible pressure, so he wisely chose not to get involved in the way these two elders and the younger generation, who were separated by hundreds of years, get along with each other.
“Waaaaaaaaah, Margaret, no, don’t burn my manuscript! The deadline will be here when we get back!!!”
Accompanied by the screams of a romance novelist who was about to meet the deadline but had all his manuscripts burned, even the sun could not bear to see this tragedy and set with its face covered.
