Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Pyroxene Town was built near mountains. It was surrounded by them on three sides, and only one road provided access to the town. This road was not wide, and could only accommodate two wagons.

At the moment, a fallen carriage blocked the road, and cut off the path of a group of dealers who were trying to lift the wagon in a hurry. Pedestrians were also blocked, unable to go forward or backward. The scene was chaotic, voices of shouting and quarreling people were mixing together. Some hot-tempered people were even prepared to fight.

“What seems to be the trouble?!” Gerrard approached them, frowning. Despite being noisy, the crowd separated to make way for Gerrard when they saw how large he was. But he did not know that in the crowd, a pair of malicious eyes was staring at him.

This “accident” on the road was actually arranged by the Vice President of the Association of Thieves of Pyroxene Town, in order to test the strength and character of the giant. He had always been so cautious in doing things, being sure he knew the details of his target before he acted.

The fallen carriage had been loaded with iron ore. Although the cargo was scattered on the ground, the body was not broken, so its building material must have been quite solid. However, the horse, which pulled the carriage, had been hurt.

Gerrard, frowning, turned over the half-loaded carriage by simply grasping the frame and exerting a bit of strength. This astounded the people around him. Some of them were staring, dumbfounded, and some even pinched their cheeks, thinking that this was a dream.

This carriage used sufficient material, as the shaft of the load-bearing part was hardwood that was as thick as an arm. The cargo on this carriage was ore, which was known to be very heavy. Therefore, this carriage with the cargo might be 1500 to 2000 kilograms. However, for this giant, it seemed to be weightless, as though he could lift it with one hand.

“This guy has great strength!” someone exclaimed.

“He deserves the name of a giant!” someone else marveled.

Some experienced adventurers were even more surprised; the tribe of giants had a tremendous natural strength, but even the most excellent giant, known as the “Mountain Giant”, could only lift about 1000 to 1500 kilograms. It was impossible for any giant to turn over the half-loaded carriage as though it were made of straw! In other words, this big man was not only a giant, but also a high-level risk adventurer.

Senior adventurers tended to be much more powerful than ordinary people, yet even among adventurers, only those who emphasized strength could have a strength of thousands of Newton more than the average person. When taking into account that this was compared with ordinary giants, it was even more horrible.

Because…the more perfect the congenital conditions a race had, the slower the growth would be.

Seeing Gerrard’s performance, “grey eyes” trembled a bit, feeling as though his legs had become soft. At the moment, he felt very fortunate to have taken a few thieves, instead of the thugs of the Association of Thieves. Otherwise, those b*stards, who even had muscles in their brain, would have planned to launch an attack as soon as Gerrard went in front of the carriage.

In what way was that different from courting death!?

This big guy was a giant, who was also a powerful adventurer. Even though he had an ordinary racial background, the power of thousands of Newtons was sufficient to prove his strength. Could the “Fast Knife” defeat him? Even if all of the members from the Association of Thieves of Pyroxene Town, old and young, joined together, they still might not be able to defeat him…

Gerrard did not know that someone was plotting against him, or how much terror he had aroused in his enemies. At the moment, he was concentrating on the old horse on the ground.

This horse was grey, with a lot of wounds both old and new that demonstrated the hardships it had experienced. It was trying hard to stand up, but its efforts were in vain. Observed closely, it seemed to have broken its spine. It could not move its two rear legs while its forelegs were still struggling. Its eyes were full of pain and sorrow. It was really pitiful.

Gerrard sighed; neither humans nor horses could survive this injury. The only thing they could do was relieve its pain. Since his resurrection, he had been more sensitive to the pain of others, and his compassion had grown. Yet, no matter how sympathetic he was, he could not help the poor livestock.

“Do you want to save it?” Sui Xiong asked.

Gerald was surprised and asked, “Your Majesty, are you willing to help this poor guy?”

Sui laughed, and said cheerfully, “To be honest, I do not have much sympathy for animals, but I would love to help you if you wanted to save it.”

“Your Majesty, your benevolence is as warm as the sun!”

“Well, do not flatter me, put your hand on the wound of the horse, and I will mobilize your magic through the bone bracelet to heal it.” Sui Xiong said with a smile, “To be honest, this guy has been gravely injured, and I’m not very sure about its recovery. But I can try, which is better than leaving it to die.”

Gerrard, as Sui commanded him, squatted and put the hand wearing the bone bracelet on the grey horse’s back. Then the blood in Gerrard’s body was agitated in order to transfer some of the magic in the magical nucleus into the grey horse’s body. Under the control of Sui Xiong, these magical powers were like small, ingenious machines that undid the dislocated bones of this wounded horse, and rebuilt severed muscles, blood vessels, and nerves before finally transforming them into functional parts. Its body was revitalized, the growth of the body was promoted, and the injured part was repaired. In just half a minute, the grey horse that was originally dying, cheerfully neighed and stood up again.

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“My God! What did I just see?!” someone exclaimed.

“This big man is a priest? Are there pastors in the giant’s’ clan?” A senior adventurer could not help but doubt his own eyes.

“And…the healing magic of the priest comes from the gods, but which god is so philanthropic as to use their magic on healing a horse’s wounds? Is he the God of Centaur?”

“Bah! The God of Centaur is a demon! He would only ask believers to arrest people for blood sacrifice…”

“Is he a Druid?”

“I have not heard of Druids among giants…”

“But I have never heard of a pastor among giants, either.”

“Those Druids would not use their spells to save a horse at all, and they would only euthanize it. Have you ever gotten along with Druids?”

In the crowd, the grey-eyed man, with his eyes wide open like dove’s eggs, stared at the bone bracelet on Gerrard’s wrist.

Because of the need to assist Gerrard in casting spells, Sui Xiong’s strength was shown through the bone bracelet.

“There’s a very powerful will on the bracelet, and it’s so strong that it can even cast healing spells! No, that’s not a normal healing spell, but a magical spell of recovery that’s even able to heal broken bones and severed muscles, and even recover severed hands and feet! The horse’s spine must have been broken before, but it healed so quickly… This giant is not a priest; he is blessed by the divine! It was the God that he believes in that took action! And the bone bracelet is the holy thing of their denomination! God, how I wanted to steal a holy thing, where the will of a real god lives! Fortunately, I didn’t take action… It must be the golden finger—the God of Thieves—blessing me. And only because of that did I not make a fatal mistake…” He suddenly realized that, and quickly closed his eyes, afraid to look at that bone bracelet where the will of a real god lived. Rather, he turned and left. Before he left, he did not forget to send messages to subordinates to ask them to retreat. After a while, he returned to the Association of Thieves of Pyroxene Town and reported this to the president, pale-faced.

“What?! A holy thing where the will of a real god lives?!” The elderly, always calm, was also scared that even his heart skipped a beat, “Are you sure that you were not wrong?”

“Absolutely!” The vice-president assured him. “What do you think the spell was, as it healed a broken spine within such a short time?”

Before the president spoke, the vice president continued, “Recovery! It is a more advanced magic than a magic of treating and healing that ordinary priests would be able to cast. Even a powerful pastor must hold the holy emblem and pray for a while before it could be cast. And Druids? They only cast this spell longer, but that giant directly omitted this process… It was completely unreasonable. The only explanation is that the magic was not cast by him, but the will inside the bone bracelet.”

“Perhaps…that bone bracelet was a powerful magic item that could produce the equivalent of the healing effect of recovery…” The president pondered. “Although I have never heard of such a magic item, perhaps Druids can make something like this…”

The grey-eyed man kept on shaking his head and insisted, “President, no matter how powerful a magic item is, the number of daily casting is limited. As for recovery, it is estimated to be once or twice a day. If you have such a treasure, would you it waste it to treat a horse? ”

“Of course not!”

“Yes, not even the most philanthropic people, when they are about to leave a safe place for a dangerous one, would ever be so wasteful.” The vice president sighed. “Only those with infinite magic could be so indifferent about wasting it.”

For a time, the cabin was silent. The president and the vice president of the Association of Thieves of Pyroxene Town looked at each other in blank dismay. After a while, the president let out a hollow laugh and said, “Fortunately, we have not had time to attack them.”

“Yes! Fortunately, we did not have time to attack him.” The vice president exclaimed happily, “Thank God!”

“Wait, I have another idea.” The cunning president looked to the side, and came up with a bad idea. “How would you like it…if we reveal some of this news to our old rivals. What would happen?”

The grey-eyed man’s eyes gradually turned bright, and a smile appeared on his face. He laughed. “President, that idea is so clever! As those guys are greedy and vicious, they would absolutely attack this solitary giant…”

“That is why I am the president, while you are vice president!” The president also joked, “I cannot wait to see those b*stards bump into rocks and crash their heads!” Inside the cabin, the two cunning foxes laughed together.

On the road outside the town, Sui Xiong was telling Gerrard, “Be careful, some people were just spying on you. Maybe they wanted to plot against you. They retreated after they found your strength to be extraordinary.”

Sui had better sense than Gerrard, and he sensed the hostility of the members from the Association of Thieves almost at the very beginning. It was only because they did not attempt to kill Gerrard, and did not act, that he felt too lazy to get rid of them. But that didn’t mean that necessary reminders were not indispensable.

He found Gerrard, a bald guy (no, in fact, he was not bald yet) more and more pleasing to the eyes. And of course, he did not want this helpful subordinate to suffer any harm. In fact, he found that Gerrard seemed very powerful!