"Tell me your thoughts again."

Geros leaned on the bed and listened carefully to Dagon's story. The morning sun shone in from the open window, just shining on Dagon's back and Gagon's face. The black cat was lying in the sun, with white hair hidden in the shadow formed by Dagon, and four eyes looked at the dwarf's beard curiously. Just behind the beard, Star Helmet had just finished breakfast and was smacking his mouth, ready to go to bed.

It was inverted with Dagon's work and day: Dagon must be awake when he slept, and then went to bed while Dagon was awake. The two cats probably regarded it as some kind of weird big mouse, after all, the six furry legs looked very suspicious. At the same time, Jerous also regarded Dagon as a magical and smart child, marveling at his meticulous analytical thinking ability, directly awakening the mistakes in his original plan, and giving the entire caravan a chance.

Yes, Geros didn't think so much. He really thought that the Chamber of Commerce could save his people. It was true that he didn't want Dagon to participate, but the main reason was that the Jiangu people were not good at bargaining and were even more terrible when they were lobbyists. They often turned good things into bad things and bad things into war.

Now Geros really hoped that what Dagon said was wrong, but unfortunately he could not find any loopholes in the entire reasoning. Dagon's idea was amazing, and it was hard to imagine that this was obtained in his sleep. Geros must face up to Dagon's theory and treat it as a future with the greatest possibility of realization. If this is a prophecy, he did not want the prophecy to be realized; if this is a prophecy, he would be grateful to Dagon for saying it out.

"Jeros, I took it all night before I got around the corner, which is really far from you." Dagon lowered his head, shook, sighed, and said, "Look, since I figured it out, does it mean that I am qualified to join your plan? Let's rescue the caravan and solve the problem of Borge!"

Geros looked at Dagon and wanted to admit that he was not as strong as the child thought, but this may damage his authority and would be unfavorable to any action plan to be carried out next. After sighing deeply, Geros said earnestly: "Dagon, I originally thought of sending you to a safe place first, and we would slowly solve this problem by ourselves. Even if we sacrifice our lives, it would be nothing. I didn't expect you to figure it out, and you could still be so enthusiastic. I want to drive you away, and you won't leave, right?"

"I won't leave," said Dagon. "Actually, no matter whether I have figured it out or not, I won't feel happy about it."

"You may die." Geros said: "Don't rush to refute me, you have to think about it seriously. You have just grown up, and you dwarves have about five hundred years of life. Human life is weak, only a few decades, and it is not worth it."

"Are there no dwarves in the caravan? I have received training as a warrior and have overcome my fear of fighting. I respect death, but it will not prevent me from living according to my own wishes. Don't persuade me, just tell me your plan."

"Ah yes... plan." Jerous raised his arm with great effort, scratched his hair, and said, "That's it, because you're going to join, so I'm going to make some adjustments. You said you're proficient in martial arts and the frontal battle is good, so... let me think about it, how about you go out first?"

"It's okay, don't be too tired, pay attention to rest." Dagon stood up, the two cats screamed, stepped on Geros and jumped out of bed, and ran outside.

"Your fighting spirit is so high that you scared them." Geros could still joke now, and he began to look worried after Dagon left. If he wanted a new solution, it must be as soon as possible.

Dagon walked out of the bedroom and found Tess and Toby squatting at the door. Dagon thought they must be eavesdropping and paying attention to their smiles. Dagon felt that it was comforting for his growth.

"Let's go and discuss how to modify the plan." Tess smiled faintly, then grabbed Toby's collar and went into the house to find Jeros. The three of them should be more likely to come up with a plan than one person, and they can't watch their companions become victims of Borge's ambitions.

"I think you're fine." Dagon shouted to the inner room through the door. Fortunately, he wasn't inside, otherwise he would have seen three embarrassed faces. How embarrassed would he be.

Farrell was placing potions in the living room and studio in the middle. Geros used the one that originally belonged to the cow, and Farrell had to restock. The work of placing potions made the room full of weird and irritating smells. Dagon directly covered his nose and went to another room. Laty was still asleep and had not woken up since last night. Her face turned red, her mouth was open and her head was tilted to the side.

"It's time to get up and eat something." Dagon patted her, and then he realized that she was very hot. He quickly touched his forehead, and the back of his hands was a little hot, and Lati had a fever. Dagon hurried to go to the next door to pull Farrell over and let him see Lati's symptoms.

The two woke Lati, asked about her body's feelings, looked at her throat again, and made her cough a few times. "It should be caused by catching a cold and fatigue. I will give her some medicine." Farrell said: "I was touched with cold water, frightened, and then I was overly tired. Her throat was red, swollen and suppurated, but the coughing sound was OK. Drink more water, rest more, and lower the temperature as soon as possible, and there would be no big problem."

"Dagon, I'm not feeling well, but I'll definitely get better after a night's sleep." Lati grabbed the quilt and looked at Dagon with her big eyes open.

"Don't rest, I won't leave you, I promise." Dagon carefully stretched out his hand and pushed the hair that was blocking Lati's eyes to the side. "Recover well, we don't rush to leave here. I have to find a way to rescue the caravan, and maybe we can settle the score with Borge."

"Really? You must call me!" Lati tried hard to squeeze out a smile, which made her look even weaker.

"So what you have to do now is to be obedient and let Farrell treat you well. Although his medicine is for livestock, it is indeed very effective. Like Jerus, he was rescued by a knife in the chest, and you have no problem with cold and fever. By the way, his medicine will be very difficult, and you have to persist."

"This time the medicine will not be very difficult, and I don't know how to use it for livestock medicine! I will also have a fever and cold, so I will configure such simple medicine; it's too common for a knife in the chest, so I won't be normal."

"Then do you need me to do what you do with medicine?"

"I can do it myself. Go find a towel or handkerchief, wet it slightly, and put it on Lati's forehead to help cool her down." Farrell said: "Oh, it would be great if I were a priest. I could use divine power to dispel diseases and treat wounds. But it is too difficult to become a priest, especially to wait for the temple to choose. Only those who have the talent of casting can be regarded by the temple, and less than one-fifth of these people can learn to become priests."

If he said that he was enlightened by the gods, Dagon had now entered the temple and began to become a priest. If he had studied the priest's magic skills well, he would not have been as powerless as he is now.

He took a wet towel and gently covered Lati's hot forehead. He did not pull back his hand, but he held the beard ring with his other hand and began to pray to God Aoli. God Aoli is only the protector of the Jiangu tribe. He rarely blessed people from other races, but Dagon could completely ask God Aoli to help him and gain the ability to take care of Lati.

Mana gathered on the holy emblem of the beard ring, and then turned into a soft energy, which was transmitted to Lati along Dagon's arm. Dagon did not understand the nature of this energy, but he could see the effect: Lati relaxed a little, and she had less breathing through her mouth, and her breathing was much smoother. Her brows were slightly loosened, and it seemed that the headache had also been relieved. The temperature did not seem to drop, but the previous improvements were enough to allow Dagon to continue to use his mana.

After a while, Farrell came in with the prepared potion, and was full of surprise when he saw this scene. Before becoming a veterinarian, he wanted to become a priest the most, dreaming of entering the temple of Andos, the god of breeding and withering. However, the temple thought that it was not talented enough to achieve it. Although he could not use divine art, he could distinguish the basic nature of the spell. Judging from the state of Dagon and Farrell, the gentle power had already had the original prototype of divine art.

He put down the medicine that was still steaming, then carefully observed, and said, "This seems not to be a direct treatment, but a kind of protection. Well, it's quite right. Are you praying to God Aoli? God Oli will not directly treat other races, but allows dwarves to protect other races. The infinite maze that resists underground monsters and protects all races was built by dwarf gods such as Aoli."

"It turns out to be protection..." Dagon thought for a while and nodded: "I am a warrior. Fighting can have various purposes, and protection is one of them. Because of this, my prayers can work. Farrell, do you think I should stick with it?"

"Of course, as long as you can persist, it will definitely be good for Lati. But you have to wake her up and take the medicine first." Farrell waited for Dagon to slowly restrain his magic power before feeding the medicine. "I know why Jelos recovered so quickly now! His faith is the God of War, and as a warrior, you think of protection in your heart when praying, so what you create is the energy of protection. This energy is very consistent with your faith, his faith, and the help that the wounded patients need the most. Although it is not direct treatment, it gives them the protection they need most when recovering. You are not a potion, but at least it is a house that shelters them from the wind and rain, or bandages, wet towels and patient companionship."

"Thank you, I'm more confident now." Dagon wanted to stand up from the chair beside the bed to help Lati feed the medicine. He didn't expect that he would stagger. The dwarf was quite stable when he hit the ground with his feet, claiming to be "a rock that even a bullock cannot be knocked out", but he staggered?

"The mana is a little too hard to keep up, and his legs are weak." Dagon knocked on his thigh, forcibly driving away the feeling of weakness.

"It's not that the magic power cannot keep up, but that there is a lack of earth element environment here and you cannot get supplements." Farrell said: "The jujube tree outside is a barrier, where water and wood elements are enriched here, gold and fire are mainly rejected, and soil is solidified to the roots of the tree. This place is like a forest of elves, and you dwarves will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"Then I can hold on for so long for Geros, why is it only a while now?"

"If you pray to your God of Aure, you must be more efficient than to the Half Dragon War God, so it will consume more. This is not surprising." Farrell asked a little strangely, "It depends on your high proficiency in gathering mana. Why don't you know these basic knowledge?"

"I haven't learned it yet. I'm just sixty."
Chapter completed!