Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"you are?"

“I am Luyak, who is responsible for guiding you to understand the Holy Expeditionary Force. You can just call me Luyak.”

"The Holy Church Expeditionary Force?"

"Please give me a moment so I can explain this to you..."

It turns out that before this holy war mission was announced, the Holy Expeditionary Force, jointly formed by the followers of Aomeide and Desna, had already been fighting against Razmir and his evil allies on this planet for more than two months.

Therefore, the Holy Expeditionary Force has already established a complete military outpost on the material plane of this planet.

There will naturally be proper preparations for things like accepting player reinforcements from the courtyard.

Many priests who worship Desna, like Luyak, have taken on the responsibility of welcoming and guiding players in the courtyard.

That's the general situation, and then...

Luyak took out a booklet and a pen from the small bag at his waist: "I need to register some of your information. The followers of Aomeide believe that this will allow courtyard players like you to play a better role in this holy war. I personally don't approve of this approach, but I would appreciate your cooperation."

"Alright, go ahead and ask."

"How should I address you? Of course, if you don't want to reveal your real name, you can use a nice-sounding nickname; in fact, most players do. How about Golden Eyes? Your eyes are truly beautiful, more beautiful than any gold artifact I've ever seen, even the eyes of those divine beings might not be as magnificent as yours!"

"Well......"

Zheng Jing's eyes lit up: "Then let's call him Zheng the Pilgrim."

"This code name doesn't sound fancy enough... Alright, if you insist, the Pilgrim... Zheng... Alright."

Luyak wrote a few lines, then asked, "May I ask your profession and overall level?"

"Monk, overall level 7."

"Overall Level 7?"

Luyak paused for a moment.

"Yes, so what?"

"Did you teleport here separately from the team because of some special circumstances?"

"I, Lao Zheng, am alone; I didn't team up with anyone."

"what?"

"What? You only accept small teams, not solo travelers?"

"No, that's not it..."

Luyak looked at Zheng Jing with a hesitant expression.

Overall rating 7, no problem.

Luyak himself is only a level 7 overall.

The problem is that Luyak is a priest who serves Desna and is one of the many Desna followers in the Holy Expeditionary Force.

Zheng Jing, who claims to be a level 7 overall, is actually a lone wolf.

What's the difference between this and coming to the battlefield of holy war to die?

It's important to know that most combat-class players with a combined level of around 10 have to honestly team up before daring to go to the front lines, lest they be taken advantage of by those villains and easily crushed.

As for players with an overall level below 10, they will generally be assigned to logistical work like Luyak, and will not be deployed by the commander as combat force unless absolutely necessary.

When Lu Yake first saw that Zheng Jing had come alone, he thought he would be a lone wolf boss with a comprehensive level of at least thirteen or fourteen.

So, does this mean he's another newbie who hasn't experienced many setbacks?

Just as Luyak was pondering how to tactfully tell this seemingly very confident newcomer that the holy war was dangerous, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Mr. Traveler, do you... uh, have some other special skills?"

The overall level of the courtyard is determined by the highest level of the player's existing professions.

For example, if a player has both a level 8 Warrior class and a level 6 Barbarian class, then his combined level will be determined to be level 8.

It's worth noting that, under normal circumstances, leveling up a part-time job does not grant players certain panel rewards from their courtyard—such as attribute point rewards.

In short, part-time work has both advantages and disadvantages.

Luyak thought Zheng Jing might just be a part-time player, or at the very least—

"I've heard that some martial monk sects are better at healing the wounded than fighting. Is that true?"

“Every sect has its strengths and weaknesses, which is normal.”

"And what about you, Mr. Traveler?"

When Luyak asked this question, Zheng Jing smiled and held up one finger.

"I know a little bit about everything."

"So you know how? That's great! Actually, we've always been short-staffed with medical personnel. Those villains are even more despicable than demons, especially those followers of Descartes! They often deliberately torment people with diseases and toxins to deplete our strength and slow us down..."

Luyak gritted his teeth, clearly abhorring this evil deed.

"Oh? So there are still many wounded who haven't received treatment?"

"To my shame, there are quite a few... Just two days ago, during a firefight on the border, those bastards spread a magical plague unlike any we've ever seen before. Removing the disease is difficult to achieve; only restoration magic can effectively solve the problem, but we don't have enough medical personnel who know how to use restoration magic..."

"Let's go then."

Zheng Jing patted Lu Yake on the shoulder: "Take me to see him, maybe I can help?"

"Okay! Please follow me."

When Lu Yake heard Zheng Jing volunteer to join the medical staff, he was happy and genuinely relieved.

Although the magic array confirmed that Zheng Jing was a comrade who practiced the path of goodness, as a fellow advocate of goodness, there were also those who were stubborn and wanted to go to the front lines to fight evil.

Lu Yake was genuinely worried; only Zheng Jing, with an overall level of 7, would be such a person.

Then he'll have to think carefully about how to persuade her.

After greeting the fellow believers who came to relieve him, Lu Yake led Zheng Jing to the hospital.

After more than two months of transformation, the city of Yerebul, where he was located, had become the command center of the Holy Expeditionary Force in this holy war.

Therefore, a section of the hospital in Jerebourne was specifically designated for expansion.

"Sir, please come with me to register. From now on, I'll be relying on you to help the soldiers here..."

Without turning his head, Luyak pushed open the door to an office.

"Old Butcher, help me with the registration."

"Register?"

The old dwarf with the fiery red beard touched his smooth head and looked at Luyak with a puzzled expression.

"You're not going to be a facilitator anymore?"

"It wasn't me, it was this person—"

Luyak turned around.

"—Huh?"

But where was Zheng Jing's shadow after him?

What about Zheng Jing?

"Huh? You look a little unfamiliar."

Inside a tent used for centralized quarantine, a female pastor, busy and sweating profusely, suddenly noticed a stranger squatting beside a patient's bed.

"Oh, I, Old Zheng, just arrived today. Luyak told me about the magical plague, so I came to help out."

Zheng Jing, who was squatting by the bed, responded without even looking up.

He looked at the patient in the bed.

Half of the middle-aged man's body was covered with purplish-red pustules, which throbbed as he gasped for breath, as if they would burst open at any moment.

Even so, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and remained silent, drenched in sweat.

Zheng Jing blinked and reached out to touch the sores on the man's half of his body.

"do not want!"

The female pastor instinctively gasped.

Medical staff who are allowed to enter the isolation zone are all protected with various protective spells in advance, but even so, only those priests who are powerful enough can avoid being infected by this new type of magical plague after direct contact with patients.

For someone like her, if she wants to touch a patient, she must wear special gloves and sleeves.

But the pastor's appeal was no match for Zheng Jing's hands.

She had barely finished speaking when Zheng Jing bumped into the middle-aged man.

Then, a strong golden light enveloped the middle-aged man completely!

Chapter 294: The Ape, Wonderful Beyond Words (

The golden light made the female pastor, who was about to stop Zheng Jing, instinctively stop in her tracks.

At that very moment, the golden light began to shrink.

When the pastor looked again, the patient who had been lying on the hospital bed struggling to survive just a moment ago had opened his eyes.

"I...I'm like this..."

The middle-aged man sat up, looking bewildered.

At the same time, the female pastor realized what was happening.

She immediately picked up the bell hanging around her neck and shook it.

Five seconds after the bell rang, a young man dressed in a red and white robe entered the tent.

Her skin was fair, her hair was golden, and her eyes sparkled like sapphires.

Clearly, this is a descendant of a god.

"Mr. Michael! Please come and see the patient in bed A25!"

The young man called Michael glanced at Zheng Jing, asked no questions, and hurriedly went to the middle-aged man's bedside. He checked the man's vital signs, asked a few questions, and after confirming that the man was truly cured, he told the female pastor to immediately take the middle-aged man out of the tent.

Before leaving, the pastor whispered a few words to Michael.

"Sir, you must be a player who just arrived today."

Michael looked at Zheng Jing and asked.

"Correct."

"You can use the Restoration spell?"

"will not."

"So, may I ask how you cured that poor man? Forgive my bluntness, but we really need help right now..."

"It'll be a bit complicated to explain, so let me ask you this: are all the patients in this entire quarantine area suffering from the same disease as that man?"

"Yes, there are 485—oh, now 484—patients in the quarantine zone, all suffering from this new magical plague..."

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek and then nodded.

"Okay, come with me and help me out."

-

"Where did they run off to? Desna, how could this happen..."

Luyak muttered to himself, his forehead covered in sweat from anxiety.

The hospital is a military stronghold. If the people he brought with him suddenly disappeared, his fellow believers who also serve Desna would at most say a few words to him while helping him. But it's hard to say whether Aomeide's men would criticize him severely.

Of course, what Luyak was more worried about was whether something might happen to Zheng Jing.

Just as he was considering whether to trouble the already busy church members at the hospital to help him find someone, Luyak noticed that many medical staff were rushing around, seemingly heading in the same direction...

Isn't that the direction of the quarantine zone?

—Suddenly remembering something, Luyak couldn't help but gasp!

He staggered as he ran alongside the medical staff.