Who are you calling a stable boy?!

When he arrived outside the quarantine zone, the very figure he least wanted to see was standing brazenly inside the protective barrier of the quarantine zone.

"Oh my god!"

Luyak screamed and tried to rush over, but was held back by two medical staff members nearby.

"Luyak? What are you doing here?"

"Never mind him, just tell him to be quiet, Mr. Michael gave the order."

Before Luyak could explain, he saw Zheng Jing inside the barrier lower his stance, facing the ten large tents, and raise his hands to either side of his head—

"Solar Fist!!"

—A dazzling golden torrent suddenly erupted from that body.

The internal energy, adjusted by Zheng Jing, flowed into each tent with an unusual gentleness, cleansing the bodies of every patient.

The flushing lasted for about ten seconds.

As the last wisp of the torrent sank to the ground, the medical staff who were already prepared immediately entered the barrier and rushed to the various tents to check on the patients inside.

Before long, accompanied by a series of joyful reports, Michael, who had been holding his breath in anticipation, broke into an even brighter smile.

"Great!"

The moment the last medical worker brought back the good news, Michael grabbed Zheng Jing's hand: "May Aomeida bless you! Mr. Xingzhe, I really don't know how to thank you!"

"Oh, it's just a small thing."

"It may be just a casual gesture for you, but for us, there is hardly any more timely assistance!"

Michael took a deep breath and composed himself.

"Sir, it is my honor to work with you in this holy war! With your strength, we will surely save many brave and kind warriors!"

"Hehe, no problem, no problem!"

Zheng Jing patted Michael's hand with a grin, and Michael then let go of him.

"Sir, I will report your achievements in detail, and I expect the Commander will soon give you a senior position in the medical unit. Until then, please feel free to let me know if you have any questions or needs here!"

"Hey, no need for all that trouble. I just came to lend a hand. The real work of healing and saving lives is up to you guys. I, Old Zheng, am much better at punishing evil and upholding justice... Oh! Luyak! I was just about to look for you!"

Turning his head, Zheng Jing waved to Lu Yak, who was staring in disbelief on the other side of the barrier.

"Is there anything else to register? Hurry up! Once it's done, I, Old Zheng, can go to the front lines to fight those monsters and demons!"

"Ah, uh..."

Luyak subconsciously agreed, but then suddenly choked back a sob.

This was the first time he had been looked at so intently by the gentle and friendly Coach Michael. Meeting his gaze, Luyak swallowed hard.

-

"call......"

Komilia picked up a portion of the documents she had organized, tapped them on the table to align them, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, having completed another part of her work.

As a rising star of the Soberian family, instead of making a name for himself on the front lines, he's spending his time writing at this desk. If it were his cousins ​​in Komilia, they would probably have already started a fight.

But Camilla won't.

Representing her family in this holy war, she was naturally prepared to rush to the front lines at any time to confront evil head-on.

In fact, if a group of undead creatures were to appear on the front lines one day, she would definitely be the first to volunteer.

After all, this could be considered her responsibility as a daughter of the Soberians.

However, before that, Komilia was also happy to contribute to this holy war as the commander's logistics chief.

Having had plenty of experience with this type of paperwork since childhood due to her interest, Komilia is quite adept at it.

As for the border frontline, she was very confident leaving it to YOYO.

Just like YOYO, who trusted her to handle logistics, recommended her to her uncle, the commander of this holy war, to serve as the chief of logistics.

Standing up and picking up the stack of neatly arranged documents, Komilia mentally checked repeatedly to ensure there were no errors in the information she was about to report to the commander.

But just then, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Please come in."

Almost the instant she spoke, the office door was pushed open.

Her second-in-command, a young female paladin, entered, holding a blank sheet of paper.

"Sir, there is an urgent document from Chief Michael."

"Chief Michael?"

Komilia had heard of this priest of divine lineage before, knowing that he had participated in the Holy War and was a priest with rich battlefield experience.

An urgent letter from such a person should not be ignored.

Komilia hurriedly reached out and took the urgent document, unfolding it to read it.

"...Zheng the Pilgrim?"

Chapter 295: You can't send him to his death!

A player who had just arrived in this material plane was able to get Chief Michael to write an urgent letter, just so that he could stay in the medical department.

Moreover, the urgent message also mentioned that it was this newcomer player who saved the hundreds of warriors suffering from the new magical plague.

Given her capabilities and achievements, coupled with the fact that the report she had to give to the commander already contained a considerable amount of information about the medical department's current situation, Komilia immediately decided to go and meet this traveler, Zheng.

Although she had never heard of this name before, the other party had already proven his ability with his achievements.

"Sir!"

Arriving at the hospital with her deputy, Camilla waved her hand at the young pastor who stood at attention and saluted, saying, "No need for formalities. Where are Pastor Michael and that Walker Zheng?"

"Chief Michael is entertaining that Mr. Walker in his office!"

"Okay, I'll go by myself. You go ahead with your work."

"Yes!"

As she went upstairs with her deputy, she was greeted by several Iomeda followers of Komilia along the way, who smiled and nodded in response. Before long, she arrived at the door of Chief Michael's office.

"Dong dong."

"Which one?"

“Chief Michael, it’s me, Camilla.”

Komilia finished speaking, and within two seconds, the mahogany door to the office was opened.

"Chief of General Komilia!"

Upon opening the door, Director Michael looked at Komilia with delight: "I didn't expect you to come in person so soon!"

Komilia replied with a smile, "How could I not come with such an urgent message? Besides, for the sake of those 485 tormented warriors, I should also come to thank Mr. Zheng, the traveler, in person."

"Komilia?"

Komilia was suddenly taken aback.

The voice that addressed her by her given name was so familiar that just hearing it conjured up an image of a young, seemingly capricious face with a mocking smile involuntarily in her mind.

"Hey! It really is you, little sister!"

Seeing Komilia standing frozen at the door, Zheng Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, blinked.

"...Zheng the Pilgrim?"

After muttering something for a moment, Komilia, whose voice unconsciously rose, widened her eyes and asked Zheng Jing, "You, you are the Traveler Zheng?"

Zheng Jing smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe, it's me, Lao Zheng!"

Coach Michael looked back and forth between Zheng Jing and Komilia.

"You two, do you know each other?"

"what......"

Komilia came to her senses.

Michael's relationship with the three families in the Southland was neither close nor distant, but his relationship with Hullen was extremely poor.

She heard from her father that many years ago, Master Michael had severely reprimanded Hullon, who was not yet Master at the time, for abusing cruel punishments, and directly intervened to save a young knight who was about to be burned at the stake by Master Hullon.

The reason why Patriarch Hullen wanted to burn the young knight was because, when he was about to execute an elven girl who was considered a cultist, he felt pity and ultimately reached out and pulled the elven girl out of the fire...

Therefore, it's perfectly normal for Coach Michael to be unaware of anything about Zheng Jing.

After all, Coach Hullen would never let Coach Michael know that his most promising student had been turned into such a... disgusting state by someone.

"Yes, Mr. Zheng the Traveler and I have communicated in other material planes."

"That's wonderful! Chief Minister Komilia, please persuade Mr. Walker for me!"

"advise?"

"Yes! He insisted on going to the front lines to fight!"

Komilia blinked, looking confused.

"...Are you asking me to persuade Mr. Xingzhe not to go to the front lines to fight?"

"That's exactly right!"

Coach Michael was also somewhat puzzled.

He couldn't understand why the usually quick-witted and intelligent Camilla seemed a little slow today.

“Well… Chief of Staff Michael, I understand the medical staff is short-staffed, and I'm not saying there's any difference in contribution between fighting on the front lines and providing rear support. But if Mr. Walker himself is willing to fight on the front lines, we should respect his decision—”

"Chief of General Komilia!"

The progenitor interrupted Komilia with a startled cry, as if he were hearing some incomprehensible and absurd statement.

"You are not only a player in the courtyard now, but also the logistics chief of the Holy War Expeditionary Force! Since you and Mr. Walker are acquainted, you should know that sending him to the front lines now is no different than sending him to his death!"

Seeing that Komilia was stunned after hearing his words, and assuming that he had persuaded Komilia, Chief Michael hurriedly added, "A martial monk of general level 7, can he punish a few cultists? A few demons on the front lines? If his superb medical skills are exposed, he might even become a prime target for those villains! But if he stays here—"

"Wait! Wait, please wait a moment..."

This time, it was Comilla who abruptly interrupted Coach Michael.

"W-what did you just say?"

"I said, if Mr. Walker were in the medical field—"

"No, no, no! The sentence before that!"

Komilia waved her hand forcefully: "You mean he's a combined level 7?"

"Yes, that's what his profile says. I think he probably has two or even three professions focused on the medical field, and these professions are all at a high level, maybe even level 7. Perhaps he's a part-time player as a long-lived race—hmm? You and Mr. Walker are old acquaintances, so you should know more about this than I do?"

Komilia remained silent.

She simply turned her head, her large eyes staring straight at Zheng Jing.

Meeting Komilia's gaze, Zheng Jingyi grinned.

It was that familiar, playful smile.

-

In Yepesper's command room, YOYO rested her hands on the table, gazing intently at the sand table before her.

The expeditionary force has been in this material plane for more than two months. Compared to when they first arrived and lacked everything, since officially allying with the Kingdom of Riestij, one of the nations of this material plane, the expeditionary force has now established a firm foothold in this material plane.

Meanwhile, the expeditionary force has also basically located the main strongholds of those cultists and demons in this material plane.

It is the Kingdom of Slaine, which borders the Kingdom and is located to the south of the Kingdom.

In a sense, the Kingdom's willingness to ally with the Expeditionary Force was to leave the mess on the southern border to the Expeditionary Force to deal with.

Perhaps in the eyes of those kingdom nobles, these guys who suddenly appeared were nothing more than a group of very threatening mercenaries, rather than a savior army that came for the cause of justice.

YOYO was dissatisfied with this.

But he was no longer the naive young man full of chivalrous fantasies. As the vanguard general of the expeditionary force, YOYO knew very well that he had no time to waste on wrangling with those nobles and royalty.