Chapter 415: Drinking priest

Fists all the way to the flesh, they just hit the twelfth floor. As expected, Phoenix and the others are still working hard to brush the stone shell monsters, rushing towards the sixth level.
Their positive and courageous behavior moved me very much, but I still wanted to take Taylor away for a simple reason. The old man was dozing off at the moment and was still standing.
God knows how he did it, anyway, I don't have that ability.
When I stepped forward, I didn't bother Phoenix and their monsters, but squeezed Godot's eyes at the side.
Godot gave me a thumbs up and conveyed his ‘understanding’ to me, then took a few steps forward and began to seriously assist Phoenix and the others to clean monsters, and his sturdy body just blocked me.
When he came to Taylor's side, he stretched out his hand, pointed his index finger out, took a glance at the position of his rib, and then slammed hard, hitting directly three inches below the rib.
Taylor stunned and jumped up from the ground violently, with an attack similar to a magic missile.
I rub?
This old man’s reflection arc is too fast for Nima!
Fortunately, I am not a vegetarian either. I stretched out my left hand, clenched into a fist, and hit the glowing sphere fiercely.
Boo~
It was only a short bang, but I felt a little sore in half of my arm. This was still the result of a hardened steel guard. If it hits directly...what the is this old man? The level of strength, you don’t even need a magic wand, just wave it...
As I was thinking, Taylor fell to the ground, opened a pair of small eyes, glanced at me a few times, and then exhaled: "It turned out to be a bastard, why didn't you scream in advance to startle me."
I rubbed a somewhat sore arm and sighed, "Old man, great, Daguai can still beat you to sleep, how about it? Are you free, come with me?"
"Let's go" Taylor agreed, he sighed, and said, "It's boring anyway."
Before leaving with Tyler, I gave Godot a thumbs up, Godot nodded, and then, a seemingly transparent barrier, but slightly fluctuating, slowly dissipated without a trace.
Phoenix and the others are still working hard to clean up this monster, without even noticing what happened behind the team.
"Oh, Godot's barrier is very easy to use. As long as the sound is not loud, it can be weakened or even erased. Although the distance is only a few meters, the Phoenix and the others did not even notice my arrival."
I said to myself like Godot.
Taylor said lightly on the side: "It's okay, it works pretty well."
"Hey, listening to you say that, it must be a master level?"
Taylor shook his head: "This is not my area of ​​expertise."
"By the way, old man" I suddenly remembered the doubt just now, and said: "You can cast magic without a magic wand?"
Taylor rolled his eyes and said, "Is this very curious?"
"Of course" I said: "Of the priests I have met, you are the only one who casts magic without the help of a magic wand at all."
With that said, I said mysteriously: "Couldn't you be... the legendary mysterious master?"
Taylor cut and said in a very contemptuous tone: "What mysterious master, I'm just an ordinary bad old man. I have never seen a priest who casts magic with bare hands. I can only say that you are ignorant."
Uh......
Seeing Taylor's disdainful expression, I also began to question myself: Is it really that I am ignorant, so rare and weird?
So, I decided to ask Godot if he could use magic with his bare hands at night.
After leaving the dungeon, we didn't go straight to the weapon shop, but into a nearby restaurant, had a good meal, and after a good meal, we swayed towards the weapon shop.
Taylor drank two jugs of wine. At this time, the wine was swaying, and the walk was a little unstable.
I frowned and said, "Are you okay, or just go back to sleep?"
Taylor shook his head: "It's okay, bastard, you don't know how much I drink. This bit of wine is nothing."
Yes, you are not a big deal, but this trip is to save people's lives. In case there is a mistake, it is me who is hated!
Thinking of this, I looked around and finally found a cold drink shop and bought a large cup of sour plum soup. In my previous life, it was said that this thing can hangover.
He stubbornly poured a big cup of iced sour plum soup into Taylor's belly. The old man shivered directly, gave me a fierce look, and said angrily: "Boy, you are going to kill me. !"
"Come on, old man, can a cup of sour plum soup kill you? Stop teasing, I just want you to be sober and sober, don't make mistakes in your skills while saving lives."
Taylor patted his head and said, "It turns out to be to save people, why didn't you say it earlier!"
"Huh?" I suddenly realized that I hadn't talked about coming back from this trip with Tyler, so I told him: "No wonder, no wonder, I'll forget it when I am in a hurry."
"Hurry up, life matters!"
Tyler changed his normal and hurried me to leave.
It is said that the profession of pastor is a bounden duty. It seems true. Taylor, who has such a serious procrastination, can become vigorous and resolute in saving people. It is not easy!
The original journey of more than ten minutes was completed in just over five minutes.
From a distance, Old Paige stood by the door, rubbing his hands anxiously, as if waiting outside the door, a man who was giving birth to his wife.
However, there are no surprises in that anxiety, but full of worries.
Seeing me coming, he trot over from a distance, and said as he ran: "Why is it so long? Where is the doctor you got?"
I tried my mouth.
Old Pudge looked at Taylor up and down, sniffed again, suddenly his face changed, and he sternly said: "Drinking, he actually drank, and my niece is dying in it. You found me someone who has drunk so much. Doctor? Can he save my niece when he is so drunk!"
Although the old Paige's words are very unacceptable, he also has some truth in what he said. After all, a doctor who is still drinking during working hours is indeed not a good doctor.
In addition, I can understand his current situation. He is in a state of chaos when he is acutely ill. His current state is simply a mess, and his mind can't calm down at all. It is understandable to say something extreme.
Tyler gave me a stern look.
I explained to Old Paige: "Don’t get excited, calm down, let me tell you, you really misunderstood him, this is the pastor I specially invited to heal your niece’s injuries. He has a habit of drinking. If he is not satisfied with the drink, he will not be able to perform to his best condition. Only by letting him drink it happily can he use his medical skills to a wise level."
Seeing that Old Paqi was always skeptical, I raised my eyebrows and showed an angry expression, and said, "Why, don't you believe me?"
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