A few minutes later.
In the town square.
Dozens of humans and dwarves were holding hunting guns, vigilantly and solemnly surrounding the werewolves tied up in the square to prevent them from suddenly attacking and hurting people.
The torches lit up the town square brightly.
On the other side, in front of an open-air table, several priests and gunmen stood behind the town chief, looking warily at the smiling and gentle young man opposite them.
The town chief stroked his white beard and looked at Ryan opposite him hesitantly, saying,
"Are you saying that you subdued all those werewolves by yourself?"
Ryan smiled and adjusted his glasses, saying, "Ah! It was a piece of cake. I was walking on the road properly, and who knew that I was suddenly attacked. I had no choice but to defend myself."
A priest glanced at Ryan, quickly walked to the old man's side, and whispered,
"I just checked. Without exception, all those werewolves have several different kinds of diseases. They're in a listless state and can no longer form combat effectiveness."
"And..."
He lowered his voice.
"Judging from the reactions of those werewolves, they're all very afraid of this person. It seems that all those diseases were caused by him."
As soon as these words came out, a solemn expression appeared on the town chief's face.
Almost instantly.
A terrifying name popped up in his mind.
[Plague Doctor]
If the Night Healer was an extreme concept of eradicating all diseases from the creatures in this world, then the opposite of them was the Plague Doctor.
They were mysterious existences dedicated to spreading plagues and curses in various worlds.
No matter where it was.
As long as they appeared, they would surely bring terrible plagues and curses.
They were a group of extremely chaotic and evil.
Could it be that...
The town chief subconsciously looked at the young man sitting opposite him, looking at the gentle smile on his face, and his heart palpitated again and again.
"May I ask..." The town chief hesitated and said, "Who are you..."
Ryan introduced himself with a smile, saying, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan. I'm a doctor. I'm here this time to seek knowledge from masters. I heard that Night Healers often appear near this town, so I came here specially to visit."
Ryan was very polite.
But after hearing his words, the town chief was shocked, and the people around him also changed their expressions drastically.
Night Healer?
He came to look for that group of lunatics from the Night Healer?!
This... What a joke!
Seeing their expressions, Ryan adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "Because I heard that the Night Healer is the most skilled medical group in this world, so I've admired them for a long time. But I couldn't find a chance to get in touch with them for a while, so I'm also a bit troubled."
"May I ask if you know where I can find the Night Healer?"
Ryan was polite, just like a gentleman.
And immediately, the panel of the town chief appeared in front of his eyes.
[Town Chief of the Silent Town・Carmon]
[Level]: 80
[Race]: Human Race
[Attributes]: Lawful Good
[Combat Ability]: Extremely strong divine ability (elderly)
[Introduction]: One of the accompanying priests of the Holy World Expeditionary Force. After the expeditionary force was scattered, he led some believers to wander around in various parts of the Dark World, and finally established the Silent Town in the Cursed Territory. Because he accidentally obtained a sacred relic, he has been seeking a way to return to his own world...
The old man named Carmon stabilized his thoughts and looked deeply at Ryan, saying,
"First of all, thank you for subduing these werewolves that attacked us. I can also see that you're not an evil person. However, if you want to get in touch with them just to seek more advanced medical skills..."
"I still advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible, because that group of people are not friendly at all."
Hearing this, Ryan immediately leaned forward and said seriously, "That means you know where they are?"
The old man frowned tightly, obviously reluctant to answer this question.
But finally, he still shook his head and said,
"No, I don't know."
"But our town is indeed within their activity range!"
"Before, every time the red moon came and those werewolves attacked us, one or two Night
Healers would often appear in the town to treat us for the werewolf curse."
Ryan was astonished and said, "For free?"
The old man was startled and said, "Well... for free."
Ryan muttered to himself in thought, "So enthusiastic..."
As soon as these words came out, the dark-skinned young man behind the old man immediately became angry. He slapped the table and said,
"What enthusiasm! Are you kidding! They're all lunatics. They said they were treating you, but in fact, they were torturing you. They... they..."
Ryan looked at the young man.
Immediately, he noticed that on his dark skin, there were one after another hideous sutures crawling.
The young man looked at his hands angrily and said,
"They cut me open. Although I got rid of the werewolf curse, they turned me into this kind of stitched-up monster, and they claimed that I was cured... I... I..."
The old man took a deep breath and signaled him to step back.
He looked solemnly at Ryan and said,
"He's the child of an old friend of mine. During the last blood moon period, he was infected with the werewolf curse. Although the Night Healer helped him remove the influence of the curse, they also turned him into this inhuman and ghostly appearance."
He shook his head and said, "He doesn't have a good impression of the Night Healer, so please forgive him."
And Ryan also immediately noticed.
Among the humans and dwarves around, there was more than one person with sutures all over their bodies.
Obviously, they had all experienced the "treatment" of the Night Healer.
Ryan thought for a moment, then curled the corner of his mouth and said, "I see."
He stood up, with a calm smile on his face, adjusted his monocle, and a ray of light was reflected on the lens.
"Well, as you can see, I'm a doctor, and I happen to have some insights into cosmetic surgery. If you don't mind, I can help you remove the scars on your bodies. How about that?"
As soon as these words came out.
Expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of everyone around.
Especially the young man, who immediately raised his head, and even his breathing became rapid.
Those hideous and crisscrossing sutures had troubled him for a long time.
He had also tried to remove them by himself.
But just removing a little bit would immediately make the flesh separate, as if he had lost the ability to heal. It was really terrifying.
"You... You mean..." The young man trembled.
Ryan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm an excellent surgeon."
...
A few minutes later.
In a house in the town.
[Ding! You have triggered the task: Special Suture Removal. Task Rewards: 500 Skull Coins, 500 basic experience points, and the favorability of the townspeople +30]
The town chief Carmon looked solemnly at Ryan, who was wearing a white coat and full of confidence, and then looked at the young man beside him with rapid breathing, and said worriedly,
"Doctor, are you sure you can make Kallen return to normal?"
"These wounds are very special. If the sutures are removed rashly, he might turn back into a pile of pieces of meat."
Ryan adjusted his monocle and smiled, saying,
"Don't worry. I'm a professional."