C4 4q1 Milk Speed Entering the Dungeon

Nome led the group forward. There was a medium-sized oasis less than two thousand meters away. The group stopped there.

It was already late at night. The red sunset shone on the sand.

"Let's stop here for the night."

Solomon said loudly to the crowd, "The tent roof of the tent, make a fire. We will stop here for the night and return to Jerusalem tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded.

"As for the two of you," Solomon turned around and said to Nome and his daughter, "follow me. I want to test your daughter's medical skills first, Nome."

"... " Yes. Yes, Lord Solomon. "

Nome's voice was a little timid. Abigail remained silent and did not say a word.

The two of them bypassed the crowd and came to the other side of the lake. The three of them leaned against the tree and squatted by the lake.

Solomon drew his saber from his waist. Nome and Abigail were shocked.

Before they could say anything, Solomon held the knife with his right hand and cut towards his left hand.

He originally planned to cut his own wrist. But the moment the knife approached his wrist, Solomon hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and cut towards the back of his left hand.

It was a wound about three or four centimeters long. However, it was not deep. At most, it only cut a bit. However, blood indeed flowed out.

"I heard from you that your daughter does not use herbs to treat people?"

Solomon calmly said and stretched out his left hand towards Abigail. "Can it be cured, Abigail?"

"... " Yeah. "

The girl pursed her lips and reached out her right hand to gently hold Solomon's left hand. That exceptionally cold touch slightly distracted Solomon.

After that, she moved her left hand towards the back of Solomon's hand.

It was as if she had used rubber to wipe the wound. As her slender fingers brushed past the back of Solomon's hand, the wound seemed to have never healed before.

As expected.

Solomon looked at the smooth back of his hand and understood.

He had been thinking that if the priests in this world had special abilities, then did it mean that magic and special abilities also existed?

If they did exist, what would the priests, especially those in Israel, think of this phenomenon?

Judging from Nome's attitude towards them, they did not love David and Solomon's names, but feared them instead. In that case, it was very likely that they had been persecuted by the priests before.

However, if he calculated slightly, this kind of situation could be understood.

"... My, my lord! My daughter definitely didn't use any magic! She wasn't a demon either..."

"I know, Nome. I know."

Solomon comforted him. "I promise you with my name. Your daughter definitely didn't use the power of a devil. This is a gift from God."

..." So that's how it is. "

Hearing this, Nome's tense mind finally relaxed a little.

Demon? Which demon was so gentle, and could even heal injuries?

Solomon snorted disdainfully.

If that was the case, then there were still undead that could use holy light?

However, it could be considered that she was lucky enough. If she was a thousand years later, perhaps she would be hunted as a witch in the Middle Ages. That would not be a matter of reputation or purity. It would be a matter of not being able to live on.

Solomon took a deep breath, his heart full of joy.

It was not that he had any special intentions. It was simply that he felt fortunate that the innocent child was able to survive.

However, when Solomon regained his senses, he suddenly realized that something was not right. Didn't Abigail not have vision?

"You can see my hand?"

"Only the wound can see, my lord."

She timidly said. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Can a deeper wound be healed?"

Solomon asked the girl gently.

Abigail pursed her lips and nodded.

He continued to ask, "About what degree of injuries have you healed at most once? Is it a huge burden to you?"

"... My uncle. His neck was bitten by a wolf. His flesh and bones were broken... After that time, I was very hungry. I only felt comfortable after drinking the meat soup, my lord."

Abigail used an extremely soft voice and said intermittently," And uncle's neck is also crooked... "

Although he was not very clear, Solomon could roughly understand the content.

He was immediately delighted.

The ability to easily heal fatal injuries... This was a valuable healer!

Even if it could only heal external injuries, it was still an extremely valuable asset to the internal organs or bones!

He had asked Benaiah, one of the greatest priests in Israel, Abiah. At most, he could only cause his broken arm to scab.

However, he had heard that the priests in Israel were all very powerful. However, since more than ten years ago, there were no priests in Israel who could control fire, light, and cure fatal injuries.

That was probably because Kanzaki had already begun to end...

- - Reasonably speaking, what's the point of making a hairline without milk?

"How about this, Abigail. In a while, when she was treating Adonijah's injuries, she should not treat him too quickly. Try your best to slow down. You should be able to treat him roughly."

Solomon thought for a moment and instructed in a low voice.

Currently, Adonijah had yet to carry out his assassination plan. If the plan failed, Abigail was very likely to be his only savior.

Therefore, her ability could not be exposed to Adonijah. But he had to find a reasonable excuse to let her go with him.

Then, after Adonijah was cured, Solomon was prepared to give the father and daughter a reward. Therefore, letting them follow the group back to Jerusalem was a very good excuse. Adding the knowledge that he had revealed before, it should be enough to keep them by his side.

"Moreover, if Abigail can heal Adonijah's muscles and bones..."

He had noticed it when he checked Adonijah's wound earlier. That wound was definitely not caused by some bison.

Although he only knew a little about magic medicine, he could tell that it was a wound caused by repeatedly smashing with a blunt instrument with a sharp tip.

Only in this way would the wound be so small, and there were almost no broken bones. Only a rib bone was broken, and the bone was carefully not inserted into the lungs.

But after being tossed around on the soft stretcher, Adonijah's injuries should have worsened a bit. Then, when Abigail healed the wound, the ribs that were bent inwards would be fixed in shape.

It was just like Abigail's uncle who had "bent" after his neck was healed.

There would not be any problems in the short term. However, Adonijah would feel a shortness of breath in his chest, and his endurance and lung capacity would decrease. This small gap and weakness might decide victory or defeat in the future.

After that, he took the hem of Nome's robe and used half a day's effort to cut off a piece of cloth from his clothes.

As he spoke, Solomon casually plucked a few stalks of grass from the ground, chewed it, and spat it on the ground. He also took some water from the lake and rinsed his mouth clean.

He mixed it with water, grass juice, and moist soil in the oasis and rubbed it on the ground to make paste.

"You said you sell salted fish? Do you have a bag with salted fish on you?"

Solomon raised his head and asked Nome.

Nome immediately answered, "Yes! Yes!"

As he spoke, he took out a bag from his pocket and gave it to Solomon.

Solomon took the salted fish out of the bag and stuffed the paste with the smell of grass into it. He handed it to Abigail.

"Remember it well. I'll bring you in later. Don't treat Adonijah directly. But... Use mud to cover the wound, and then use cloth to wrap it up. Then, he used the cloth strip to treat the wound... If Adonijah asks you, just tell him that this is a special herb from your family."

" Do you understand? "Solomon asked.

The silent girl nodded.

Nome also seemed to have understood, but he hesitated and asked, "Master, didn't you just say that this is a gift from God..."

"What I said is, I promise you in my name that this is a gift from God."

Solomon looked at Nome and sighed. "I am also very helpless... Do you understand what I mean? "

... "I understand, my lord."

Nome lowered his head. "Thank you for your kindness."