Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Many renowned collectors in the room began bidding over the gold mask.

Sebastian, the Everett family's agent, was even less willing to give up.

The price quickly rose to over 3000 gold pounds.

"3200 gold pounds."

"3400 gold pounds..."

Prices have come to this point.

Whispers immediately broke out in the auction hall.

In the end, only Luanna and Sebastian remained to compete.

The Everett family is old and declining, while the Ravenhurst family is new and prominent.

It was as if the coffers of two great families were colliding from afar; the exotic mask sparked a frenzied bidding war, a constant contest of wealth and courage.

When Sebastian announced 3600 pounds, Luanna stood up, her red dress trailing behind her, the black diamonds gleaming coldly in the gray-white sunlight. Her gaze swept across the room, no longer playing by the rules.

"5000 gold pounds! By Saint Joshua!" The auctioneer saw Luanna raise her paddle and make a clear gesture.

5000 gold pounds!

A wisp of cold air emanated from beneath Sebastian's hood.

He looked deeply at Luanna and Gordon behind her again. Rain fell around him, quickly turning into tiny ice crystals. Finally, he slowly lowered his hand.

As the gavel fell, gasps of amazement filled the arena.

This mysterious mask, from a foreign land and possessing powerful spiritual properties, has fallen into the hands of the incredibly wealthy Ravenhurst family!

The representatives of the various families in the room couldn't help but turn their attention to Luanna.

She responded to their gazes without any politeness, her smile arrogant and delighted.

This was also the first time Gordon had directly experienced the close connection between wealth and the extraordinary.

After so much hard work, earning over a thousand gold pounds, he finally stepped onto the edge of this enormous poker table. And Luanna, in turn, redefined the concept of wealth.

"Hmm..." Charlotte couldn't help but frown slightly.

They're really rich and powerful.

She had witnessed the wealth of the Monford family and knew how nobles spent their money. But Luanna's way of spending money was different; it was as if she were paving the way with gold pounds.

Sebastian rose and left, his cold gaze sweeping over Gordon and Luanna's group before he walked out of the atrium. The loss of two important artifacts would be a lesson they would never forget.

"He's angry," Charlotte said.

"Great, that's exactly how it should be! That's how things become really interesting!" Luanna was extremely pleased and even patted the chair twice.

Soon, the auction items were delivered to the second floor.

Eve picked up the brass lantern.

The white flame in the lamp rose slightly as she approached.

Her essence resonated with the lantern, and a pure halo spread outwards, making Gordon and the others feel both bright and warm.

"Thank you," Eve said softly.

"It happens all the time." Gordon examined the box containing the Voidflow Demon Sword.

He placed it on the table and opened it cautiously.

The silver liquid remained limp in the box, like a miniature galaxy, its material somewhere between metal and water.

With a thought, he tried to inject the flow of energy into the liquid. The silver liquid immediately deformed and was quickly bound by Gordon into a long, narrow blade. It was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cleave time itself.

For easy access, Gordon first stored it in a very deep bottle.

In this way, the bottle became its extra-long scabbard, with the blade suspended steadily in the ten-meter-deep bottle, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Do you know swordsmanship?" Vera asked.

"No, so you have to teach me."

"Alright then." Vera's tone was calm, but her eyes clearly showed great pleasure.

The steam knight beside Luanna was putting away the precious gift box containing the pure gold sun phase mask, but Luanna was about to open it.

She picked up the mask and held it up in front of herself.

"How do I look? Do I look like a goddess now?" she teased.

"She really does resemble a goddess of wealth." Gordon pondered how to deal with this somewhat eccentric Luanna.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Gordon paused for a moment, then quickly turned around.

The vibrations traveled along the ground.

The three-story monastery main building appears as a straight, thin line from below, cutting across the gray-white walls, stained-glass windows, and continuous roof tiles without any obstruction.

Then, the entire building was shifted and tilted along the cut surface, revealing a neatly cut cross-section, and then...

The monastery in front of him was... cut open.

boom!

The sounds of collapse and explosion suddenly rang out!

The main building in the north wing collapsed downwards, the ground exploded with a deafening roar, and smoke and dust mixed with rain and mist instantly spread in all directions. Screams, the sound of shattering glass, and the neighing of horses in fright erupted at the same time.

Wealth, auctions, treasures… all lost their meaning in that instant. The guests, who had just been discussing family feuds and exotic customs, were horrified. The dignitaries and women fled in panic, while the priests, pale-faced, cried out the holy name.

"What is that!" the guests shouted.

"Whoa!" The auctioneer immediately ran away in the opposite direction.

"Watch out!" The representatives of each family quickly covered their guests as they retreated.

Gordon's first thought was Martin.

He was still there inspecting the auction items.

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Gordon had only taken two steps when he saw a red lightning bolt descend from the sky and strike the ground.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling bursts of light erupted from the depths of the collapsed ruins. The immense power collided and surged outwards beneath the collapsed buildings, causing the ground to tremble incessantly.

"It's a battle between high-level ability users, Miss, be careful, let's go." The Steam Knight protected Luanna.

"I don't like walking, I want to watch the show." Seeing Gordon move forward, Luanna also ordered the Steam Knight to move forward.

At this time, the main building of the north wing of the monastery was completely unrecognizable, and looked extremely messy in the rain.

Gordon arrived at the ruins, Vera followed closely behind, Charlotte lifted her skirt and followed a little further away, Eve raised her lantern, illuminating the smoke and dust and reflecting everything.

He tapped the ground with his blackthorn cane, and the surrounding scenery appeared in his mind, forming a precise three-dimensional image.

The original monks' dwellings and storage rooms were completely unrecognizable, with one-third of them having sunk. Everywhere were collapsed and disordered bricks and stones and distorted building outlines, from which the cries of the injured could be heard continuously.

Twenty-seven living people were buried... Nine were unable to move, and four were on the verge of death...

Gordon took a deep breath.

"Watch out! Don't come any closer! Clear the corridor!" Gordon shouted as he walked through the ruins. "Get the infirmary ready! Go find the medicine! Don't cry! Don't shout!"

The priests, who had been in a panic, swallowed hard, stunned by Gordon's voice, and instinctively turned around, but then resumed their actions.

Gordon himself had been buried in the ruins of Golden Oak Estate, so he knew very well what that felt like.

"Here...and here...! There are people down here." Gordon located the location of the person being buried.

Vera walked over, tensed her muscles, and lifted the hundreds-of-pounds-heavy wall, revealing a patrolman with a bloodied head underneath.

Gordon carefully carried him out, checked his pulse, and then handed him over to the nun who had arrived.

"Take him to the infirmary! Immobilize him!"

The nuns quickly set off; a sudden disaster had clearly occurred. As they moved, they silently prayed to St. John.

"Talis, help me," Luanna said, turning to him.

"Yes, sir." The steam knight Talis reached out and, following Gordon's instructions, used his steel arms to move heavy boulders and broken beams, removing the building debris piece by piece, and under Gordon's command, found the unconscious survivors.

Rescue efforts continue amid the rubble.

After rescuing the people buried under the main building, Gordon continued the rescue efforts.

Some people even fell directly to the bottom of the pit, and one of them had a particularly familiar aura—it was Martin.

"Martin!"

Gordon heard the sounds of continuous fighting coming from further below, with crimson light and icy white sword marks flashing and swirling, and he wondered when Martin would be drawn into it.

Martin lay prone on the ground in the sewer beneath the building.

There were also several people lying at different heights in the middle.

Gordon moved along the edge of the ruins, standing in what seemed to be the safest spot. He swung his Blackthorn Lee cane, sending thin threads down along the cracks to locate the wounded. He then wrapped the threads around their bodies and struggled to move them outwards.

"Stay calm! Don't struggle!"

God tightened the line, and Gordon worked hard to fish them up one by one.

One, two, three...

Each tightening saved a life. The people behind him quickly caught the rescued people, put them on makeshift stretchers, and sent them to the infirmary.

Finally, the God Line reached the bottom and entangled Martin.

Gordon used his hands to pull Martin out of the sewer, and the line kept shortening as Martin's body was lifted higher.

He placed Martin on a stretcher, and together with another priest, they struggled to carry Martin out.

Only after sensing that no one had missed anything around me did I feel relieved.

They've all been rescued.

After several rounds of transport, the monastery's infirmary was filled with wounded soldiers.

There were originally only six narrow beds and two medicine cabinets here, but now the injured are everywhere—on the beds, on the floor, and on the blankets.

The smell of blood and rainwater mingled together.

"Martin, Martin, Martin..." Gordon placed him on the hospital bed; Martin was already in a daze from the fall.

"The attacker... is a swordsman merman." Martin opened his blood-blinded eyes and was still speaking. "The cordon needs to be expanded..."

"This is not the time to work, keep breathing!"

"We need to carry out official duties..."

"Your only official duty right now is not to die. You can bother me later. Don't move around now and stay conscious."

Martin finally shut up and entrusted his life to Gordon.

Gordon examines Martin's wounds.

The most obvious thing was a sharp sword wound that soaked his clothes with blood.

He then fell from the floor directly into the sewer as the building collapsed, resulting in multiple fractures, internal organ rupture, and bleeding.

Martin is probably only alive because of his ability as a superhuman and his obsession with staying alive to perform his duties.

Gordon used flow manipulation to limit the amount of bleeding and reduce the pressure of the spurting blood.

Then, he took a deep breath and materialized a drop of clear water.

"go."

The azure water seeped into Martin's damaged internal organs, and "Time Repair" rebuilt blood vessels and tissues along the original structure of the organs, saving Martin's vital internal organs.

Finally, he tried cleaning and suturing the wound.

Martin was barely breathing, but in his hazy consciousness he felt a powerful force repairing him.

"A little more..." Gordon tried to materialize another drop of water.

The source energy is being consumed rapidly.

His mouth was dry and his temples were throbbing.

He glanced at the other wounded soldiers around him who were constantly groaning in pain, and felt immense pressure.

"So he really is a biomedical student, he's really hardworking, a good doctor..." Luanna looked at Gordon from a distance, opened her bag, took out several bottles of high-quality life-saving ampoules, and asked the Steam Knight Talis to distribute them.

Eve realized that Gordon couldn't save everyone by himself, so she silently picked up the Everlasting Lantern and turned back to the auction courtyard.

Her light illuminated the still-shaken crowd.

Those gentlemen who were willing to spend lavishly on relics and ancient treasures, who were originally pointing and commenting on the ruins, immediately stopped talking when they saw Eve's calm gaze.

"Everyone," she said loudly, "anyone with medical knowledge, carrying medical supplies, or who knows first aid, please follow me."

The crowd looked at each other.

A strikingly young, pretty girl quickly stepped out, carrying a medicine box. Her short brown hair was tied back, her skin was pale, and her light blue eyes held a hint of melancholy.

"I am Rachel, a doctor from the Charity Society. Please take me there."

"Please." Eve quickly invited her to the monastery's infirmary.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Rachel walked over to a wounded soldier with a skull fracture and opened her medical kit.

Inside were arranged silver needles, bottles of holy oil, and numerous medicines bearing the golden cross emblem of the Christian Church of Charity.

She checked the pupil response, pulse, spine, and key organs, then activated her source energy.

Countless blurry futures flashed by like phantoms; she saw infection and death, coma and convulsions, and the few ways to wake the wounded, and she acted according to the treatments shown in the visions.

On the other side, Charlotte also tried to help.

One of them was directly hit by the collapsing wall, suffering a broken leg and severe bleeding in his arm!

Hang in there!

She focused her ultimate power on the wound and activated it!

The wound changed immediately.

The gruesome, gaping wound suddenly transformed into a precise, smooth cut, and the pain was adjusted to a reasonable level that would make one feel like they were being tortured to death.

Now it is a perfect wound, spurting blood out evenly, steadily, and politely.

Charlotte gritted her teeth inwardly.

She took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her gaze was calm.

Borrowing the medicine provided by Rachel, they began to carefully clean and stitch the wounds of the injured person.

With Charlotte and Rachel's help, Gordon's stress was greatly relieved, and he was finally able to stitch up Martin's wound.

He also examined many wounded soldiers, cared for those whose lives were hanging by a thread, and rescued them from the brink of death.

half an hour.

One hour...

The roar of the underground battle gradually faded into the distance.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that everyone was out of danger.

"Now..." Gordon tried to stand up, but his legs were extremely weak, and his body fell backward.

Vera was already waiting there.

He fell into a strong embrace, and Vera took out energy candies from his pocket and fed them to him to quickly replenish his over-consumed energy.

After Rachel finished her treatment, she turned to look at Gordon.

"...Is he that...Crimson Alchemist?" she asked cautiously.

"An ordinary person," Vera whispered.

Rachel looked at the room full of wounded soldiers who were out of the woods, unsure whether to shake her head or nod.