Become a knight starting with synthesized entries.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo An took out the commission document.

"Perfect timing, I'm also going to Cosette Village. We're going the same way."

"You're not going to clear out the stray dogs, what are you doing in Cosette Village?" Pétain muttered, taking over the task.

Upon seeing the contents of the commission, he was immediately stunned. "You actually dared to kill a magical beast?!"

Luo An curled his lip. What do you mean Luo An dared to kill magical beasts? Luo An was the original magical beast hunter, at least that's what people outside said.

Too lazy to waste time chatting with Pétain, Ya Yang suggested traveling with the Lorton guards since they were going the same way, which wouldn't contradict Roan's plan to replicate the miracle.

Since the clergy had spoken, Roan had no reason to refuse, and the three of them joined Pétain's group and arrived at the camp of the Lorton guards.

The guard camp had more than one hundred people, all of whom were villagers who had lost their homes, except for about ten guards.

Many farmers had wounds, with parts of their bodies bitten off by wild animals or other things.

There were no clergy in the camp, so they could only wrap the wounds tightly with rags and let them scab over and bleed naturally. The villagers did not complain. They sat in front of their simple tents, wrapped in blankets and straw, waiting for the guards' next orders.

Led by the guards, Luo An passed through the villagers and arrived at the middle of the camp, where the guards rested. There was a bonfire burning bright red and hot water.

The guard recognized Luo An and handed him some meat and hot water, and prepared blankets for Luo An and the other two to keep warm.

Luo An thanked the guard. Although the blanket provided by the guard was not as good as the one Leia had prepared, in this cold spring, one more blanket would not be too much.

Roan handed the blanket to Jackie.

Jackie quickly thanked him:

"Thank you, sir. If it weren't for you, we might have had to sleep in the wilderness." Jackie had benefited greatly from this trip and became even more respectful to Roan.

"Hehe." Luo An didn't mind and handed another blanket to Ya Yang.

Ya Yang didn't answer, her gaze filled with worry as she looked at the villagers outside the camp. Suddenly, she covered her mouth, turned her head to the side, and her chest heaved violently.

She was desperately swallowing, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

"What's wrong?" Luo An asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well." Ya Yang swayed slightly as she stood up, but suddenly stumbled. Luo An immediately supported her, preventing her from falling into the fire.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before Luo An's eyes.

Sister Ya Yang is fainting at the sight of blood.

Luo An was somewhat surprised that Ya Yang was actually afraid of blood.

During their last mission, the two were not familiar with each other, and [Monkey Typewriter] did not come up with this knowledge.

Luo An saw no need to expose her, so he stood there and let Ya Yang lean on him for a while. He whispered:

"If you can't hold on, take a break early."

"No," Ya Yang said, swallowing hard.

"I am my mother's knight, I can overcome this. I will help them."

After muttering a few words to herself, Ya Yang patted her face and took out some dry rations from her bag.

"Lord Jackie, could you please cook some soup for the villagers outside?"

Jackie was taken aback, then turned his gaze to Roan, awaiting Roan's command.

"Do as Ya Yang says. We can eat the rye bread from the camp." Roan had been eating rye bread for years, so he didn't have much of a problem with it.

If you don't have enough calories from food, you can hunt a few wolves; it's an easy task.

Soon, a pot of hot soup was ready, all the ingredients were used up, and it smelled especially delicious.

"Could you please carry this to the villagers for me?" Ya Yang leaned on Luo An, feeling weak.

Luo An lifted the iron pot with one hand and helped Ya Yang to the outer edge of the camp.

The villagers, who had been starving for days and could only eat rye bread, immediately surrounded the two men, their eyes gleaming as they stared intently at the large pot in Luo An's hands.

Luo An drew his longsword and parted the crowd, creating a circle. He said calmly, "If you want to eat, line up."

Before the knight, the villagers tactfully lined up in a long queue, standing respectfully before Luo An, holding bowls with both hands and smiling ingratiatingly.

"Thank you, sir knight."

Luo An, expressionless, ladled a bowl of soup for a villager.

Suddenly, Luo An thought of something and waited for a while, but the "Mercy" prompt did not appear.

Luo An was somewhat disappointed. He glanced at the villagers and waved them away.

The next villager stepped forward, also holding the bowl above his head.

Luo An repeated the action of scooping soup.

The golden light of "benevolence" still has not appeared.

These guys are all all talk and no action.

Luo An sighed, still holding no hope, and mechanically repeated the process of dividing the soup.

The soup was quickly distributed.

Even if the food is made into soup, it's not enough to fill everyone up; it can only be considered a slightly warm and oily meal.

Even so, the people in the camp were still making satisfied humming noises.

A smile appeared on Ya Yang's face as she whispered:

"Thank you, Roan. The Great Mother will watch over you, the church will thank you, and they will thank you too."

Since he didn't receive "Mercy," Luo An simply assumed it was helping Ya Yang.

As for the gratitude from the church and the villagers, compared to those empty and pretentious gestures, Luo An noticed that Ya Yang's face had turned even paler.

Under the firelight, the villagers' wounds looked even more gruesome, and even Luo An felt uncomfortable looking at them for too long.

"Do you want to rest?" Luo An asked again.

Ya Yang shook her head. She staggered toward the camp, and Luo An, seeing this, had no choice but to support her. Following Ya Yang's directions, they arrived at a drafty tent.

Inside the tent sat a blonde girl, half of her face gnawed off by wild dogs, rotting and stinking, with a tattered cloth stuck to the wound.

She lowered her head and silently licked the leftovers from the bowl.

Ya Yang spoke softly, "What's your name?"

The girl lowered her head in fear, not daring to look up. She didn't understand what she had done to displease the knight.

Ya Yang asked again before the girl spoke softly, "Joe, La."

Jorah's voice was so low that even she couldn't hear it.

Unexpectedly, the petite girl next to the knight knelt down in front of her, her face showing a look of heartache and self-reproach, and placed her hands on the woman's face.

"Jora, it must hurt a lot," Ya Yang murmured.

A faint golden light emanated from Ya Yang's hands, enveloping Jora's face.

Jora's face lit up with surprise. She looked up in disbelief, "It doesn't hurt anymore? It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Will I be alright? Thank you, sir!"

If you ignore the gruesome scars and the stench, she's actually a very pretty girl.

Roan smiled at Jora, his gaze falling on Ya Yang's golden light.

Even though he wasn't even a beginner in healing magic, Luo An could tell that Ya Yang's healing magic could only relieve the pain temporarily.

Jora's wound has begun to heal; such an injury is definitely not something Yayan could heal.

The golden light lasted for a few breaths, then suddenly dimmed. Ya Yang stroked Jora's face, her hands trembling.

"sorry."

Ya Yang's shoulders trembled; she cried.

"I'm sorry, Jorah, I can't heal you. I can't. I can't heal you."

"I'm sorry, if only I had met you sooner, if only I had been more skilled, and if only I had been more devout."