Chapter 8

Someone asked him what to do next.

A group of people were waiting for him to make a decision.

Gret looked left and right, finally realizing a fact:

His status had changed.

He was the healer, the spellcaster, the one blessed by the God of Nature. Spellcasters have always held a higher status than warriors, especially when the captain was severely injured. It was only natural for him to take on the role of leader and decide the team's next move.

What?

He was still a teenager, inexperienced, and knew nothing?

What was the God of Nature's blessing for? Wisdom could be infused into him!

Gret felt like crying but couldn't. Not to mention that this "blessing" was fake, a pretense, and he had just arrived in this world, with the original owner's memories not yet fully integrated. When asked what to do next, advance or retreat?

He didn't know either!

Gret doubted his life under the expectant gazes of his teammates. The three questions a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者," a term often used for someone who has traveled through time or to another world) must ask: Who am I? Where am I? What happened? So far, he had only answered the first one. As for the second and third, could they give him some time to sort out his memories after just rescuing someone...

It turned out he didn't need to sort them out himself. Brother Raymond hurriedly asked:

"Technically, we are the city guard and should complete our patrol before returning. But the captain is injured, and something happened here—"

He gestured outward with his dark arm. Gret followed his arm and looked around. The muddy ground was in disarray, splattered with blood, and the signs of the previous battle were still fresh. He blurted out:

"What happened just now?"

"You don't know?!"

Raymond was surprised. Gret inwardly cursed, "Oh no," and immediately covered his head:

"My head hurts..."

He didn't even need to pretend. Slightly pressing his fingers on the bump at the back of his head, he winced in pain, his face contorting. As he spoke, he crouched down:

"I hit my head... I can't remember..."

Raymond rushed over to support him. Gret crouched on the ground, huddled up, eyes tightly closed. Memories flashed through his mind, making his head throb even more:

They had left the city on patrol. After a day and a half, they arrived at this farmhouse. Before they even got close, they saw chaos outside, with two wild dogs tearing at something.

Captain Karen led the team to drive away the dogs and entered the house to check. Almost immediately, the sound of fighting and screams came from inside, and a black shadow darted out the door.

"Me" tried to stop it but was thrown away, hitting something and blacking out...

"What... what injured the captain... what was it..."

Gret asked, trying to ignore the pain. Raymond tried to help him up but failed, so he squatted beside him and answered into his ear:

"Didn't see clearly, it was too fast. Just knew it was a four-legged beast, black."

"Really..."

Gret murmured. The others chimed in:

"That's right, it was big and fierce. As tall as... my waist!"

"Like a cat?"

"Don't joke, cats aren't that big. It was a leopard? A black leopard?"

"It looked like a cat!"

"Right... that thing... scratched me with its claws..."

Captain Karen weakly added. Gret nodded, still crouched on the ground, thinking:

Maybe it was a feline. Recalling the diagonal gash on Captain Karen's abdomen, he secretly felt relieved. Felines were better; compared to the wild dogs they had driven away, the risk of rabies was lower. There was no place to get a rabies vaccine in this world, and if infected, it would be left to fate.

Since it was a wild animal, there was no need to pursue it. The priority was to find a place for the injured to rest.

Where to go?

Gret looked around, struggling to stand up, and walked to the nearby thatched cottage to check the conditions inside. He pushed open the wooden door—literally a wooden door, made of four sticks tied together and a bunch of twigs—and bent down to peek inside. He took one look and immediately backed out:

Damn!

I shouldn't have had any expectations for this house!

Gret's face contorted. The house was so low that he couldn't stand straight, and that was fine; the house was narrow, less than 20 square meters, and he had been prepared for that. But there wasn't even a bed in this dilapidated house!

In the center of the room, a circular pit was dug into the mud floor, with smoke rising from the burning firewood. The white smoke billowed up, stinging the eyes;

Under the flickering firelight, a few pitchforks leaned against the wall on the left, and two bags were piled in the corner, one mostly empty, the other still full. On the right, a raised earthen platform was piled with sheepskins and hemp cloth, probably the owner's sleeping place.

Use this place to treat injuries?

It would only make things worse!

We have to leave!

Gret stepped back outside, took a few deep breaths, and called to his teammates:

"Pick up the captain, let's go!"

"No! I can walk myself!"

Captain Karen tried to struggle up. Gret pounced on him:

"Uncle Karen, lie down! Don't get up!"

"Get the spear! Find a stick, make a stretcher, and carry him!"

Everyone pitched in. As warriors, they knew how to make a stretcher. They used the ready-made spear, cut a small tree nearby, tied a few grass ropes, and placed Captain Karen on it. They covered him with the torn leather armor and clothes, then lifted him and started walking.

Gret tried to join the stretcher team. As soon as he reached out, he was pushed aside by the red-haired archer, Thane. He shouldered the spear and the stick, turned his head, and smiled at him:

"Little Gret, we'll carry the stretcher, you just follow along!"

Gret: ...

I remember! It was you who knocked the original body down, and he hit his head on a tree, which is why I came here. If I hadn't reacted quickly and steadied myself just now, would I have to go through this again?

But he had to swallow his complaints. The surrounding teammates were already laughing, agreeing with the archer:

"Right, little Gret, you don't need to do the heavy lifting!"

"You're the healer!"

"Tsk tsk, in a few days, we'll call you Lord Gret!"

Spearman Raymond patted his shoulder, took his dagger; archer Thane and spearman Raymond lifted the stretcher; shield warrior Vali grabbed Gret's bag and slung it over his shoulder.

By the time Gret realized it, he was empty-handed, walking in the center of the group, not having to do any work or carry anything. He just needed to walk along with the small priest.

Gret even suspected that if he twisted his ankle or claimed he couldn't walk, these warriors would cut some vines and make a basket to carry him...

Speaking of which, this is the treatment a spellcaster gets?