Back in the house, Wilson tore open the sleeve of his right arm and looked at his injury. He thought it was just a simple fractured induced dysfunction. He thought it can be restored as long as he applied some medicines which are used to deal with this situation, but when he saw his right arm, he couldn't help but take a breath. Currently on his right arm, there are obvious signs of fractures, the entire brachial bone has been turned over, and some of the bones are exposed. It must have been subjected to a huge external force to become like this.
The most miserable thing are not these, his palm and five fingers are blurred and he can't tell which bones are, which ones are muscles, and who knows how much has time has passed since they have been like this, which has caused hand look as miserable as it could.
In addition to these, there are obvious ischemias and necrosis in his right arm and the whole arm can be said to be completely abolished.
In current state of injuries, even if it was placed in a modern society with advanced technology, it may not be able to be fixed much less then treated, let alone in this world. But what surprised him was that he was so injured, then why is he still alive? With this amount of bleeding from the wound, he should have been shocked before, and should not be able to stand up here.
Between contemplation, he suddenly understood what it was; this may be the reason why he former owner of this body died. Wilson, who thought of such possibility couldn't help but feel pity for his former self.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a clear sense of squeezing at the upper end of his right arm, as if something was entangled in him.
When he completely untied his robes, he saw what was at the upper end of his right arm.
It is a silver-white belt similar to a belt used in earth, but a little different, as it seemed to be made up of metal, it had the thickness of a thumb; it feels metallic and has a smooth and gentle surface. It is tightly wrapped around the upper end of the right arm.
Seeing this, Wilson understood how he still alive. As it turns out, that he didn't lose too much blood because of the metal ring band played a good role in stopping bleeding and so he didn't enter the state of shock. But he still couldn't remember when the ring was tied up there. In his memories, he didn't find any description of the item.
"Did it come with from his world? But I don't even know how did I got here myself. How can I still carry something?"
After a thought, he decided not to consider the source of this thing for the time being, the current treatment of the arm injury is the most important. In the current situation, he seems to have only the option of amputation, but he still wants to give it a try. After all, this world has something like magic.
As the sun rose slowly in horizon, the temperature at Andale also become hot and Wilson found a set of clean cloths, dressed up and hurried out of the door. Walking out the pyramid-shaped buildings, Wilson felt of being in a bustling city, the streets were crowded and narrow, but there is no discomfort in anyone's expression, it seemed that they all had this experience.
Following the route from his memories, he quickly came to a stone house, one of the places he used to visit, Mr. Brown's potion shop.
Because it was early in the morning, there was no one in the potion shop. Only a gray-bearded old man was cleaning up the dust in the store, while playing with the bottle and can, while murmuring the words he didn't understand, as for his mood, it seems particularly very pleasant.
"Mr. Brown!" Wilson called out the man.
The man heard the sound and turned around; it seemed that after the person was Wilson, he was even happier. He extended his arms and prepared to give him a hug: "Hey, Kevin long times no see. How come you haven't come here to see me for a few days, busy with the work in my hand, and that order you pick up from that George's guy, ten days to create a long sword that has a 2nd level armored rune. I am afraid that time is very tight it already been eight days, do you need me to help?"
Wilson had a warm smile as a response to the old man's welcome. He still wasn't very comfortable by being called Kevin, but he still felt good, remembering what just Mr. Brown had just said, it would seem that was a big business for him, but it was a little too big him, as he couldn't finish the business because, he couldn't cast a 2nd level rune at all.
All of this mess was because he of his dignity which was challenged by this George and he was forced to bet with him and so he took over the task of creating a long sword that has engraving of the 2nd level armored rune.
Because he wanted to win the bet, he visited the Whirlpool and due to which he was in currently in this situation. Who would have thought that his former self has died due to a stupid bet?
"Mr. Brown, I am not here for that matter, but I want you to help me, see if there is any healing potion that can cure my injury!"
When Wilson's words came out, Mr. Brown frowned and asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? Show me, Kevin it's not a bad thing to accept defeat!"
These words nearly made Wilson cry, anyway, in this strange world, there is a person who cares about him. It is a lucky and happy thing,
Wilson took off his robes on his body and revealed the horrible arm. Mr. Brown also trembled and said: "How did you make yourself like this, my god and you can still live. It's a miracle!"
"Mr. Brown, can you cure it?" Wilson asked with a hint of hope.
After looking at the arm, Mr. Brown sighed and shook his head and said: "You have at least been injured for two or three days. The whole arm has been necrotic, the ordinary 1st or 2nd level potions are impossible to have any effect on it. And I am afraid even if it is was a potion of the 3rd and 4th level, the effect will be very small and unless it is a healing medicine of more than 5th level , it will be very difficult to heal such a serious injury."
Wilson knows very well what this means, in the whole Andale, there are only a handful of people who can make 2nd level potion, not to mention the 3rd level potion. If you want to find 5th level potion or more then that one must travel to City of Durham, otherwise it is impossible to obtain.
But was it easy to travel to Durham? He didn't know and Even if there is a bottle of 5th level potion, the price for that is not something he can afford to pay. So he asked, "Is there any other way",
"There is, but it can't be done in Andale!"
Mr. Brown whispered and then went on to say: "I know that there is a kind of Holy Light magic that can heal a dying patient, your injury is nothing, but it requires at least the magic of the Sixth-Order Wizard to cast it, Moreover, it is the Holy Light Magic, only the White Robed Bishop of the Heavenly Court can do it!"
"The White Robed Bishop of the Heavenly Court, how can I ask for them?"
Wilson's heart dropped and at the same time he was helpless, this method is even more troublesome then the previous one. The Heavenly Court is a very Mysterious Sect in the Delos Area. The world only knows that they are believers of the gods, No one knows where they live or where there headquarters, and even very few of them are rarly seen outside, let alone find them on purpose.
"Do I really have to be a one-armed hero?",
Wilson came here full of expectation, but in the end he could only leave with a dejected look. At the moment, he seems to have no choice but cut off his hand otherwise his whole body might get infected due to this, and so he got only one choice is that to cut off his Right Arm.