Thorne slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously glanced at the dim hall.

Several torches inserted into the wall swayed the flames, dispelling the darkness in the hall. The painful moans and suppressed howls of the injured, as well as intermittent and low-pitched comforts. The air was also filled with a strong smell of blood, and a smell similar to disinfectant.

"We have repelled the attack of the goblin!" A warrior player from the town screamed excitedly. His wound cracked again due to excitement. The doctor who was responsible for taking care of him cursed and scolded him, asking him not to move around, otherwise the wound would not stop bleeding at all.

At this time, Thorne felt a wisp of green brushing across his cheeks, and he smelled the faint fragrance of violet flowers and refreshing fragrance again. He would never forget this familiar smell, and he thought that there would be no scent that could be compared with it.

He shook his expression slightly, felt the soft touch coming from behind, and immediately realized where he was.

Then a trace of dazed look flashed across his face, and he recalled that before he fell asleep, he helped the sorcerer Andrea down to the healing hall behind the city wall.

After he endured his weak body and sutured the wounds on his shoulders, he was fed a bottle of healing potion by the other party, and then fell asleep in a drowsy way due to the side effects of the healing potion.

He was awake and was unable to get up because he was weak all over, so he moved his mind and began to activate his special abilities in his body: "Recovering vitality".

This is a recovery skill obtained after mastering the use of Qi energy.

This ability allows him to calm down after leaving the battle to use the energy of his qi to restore the injuries he suffered and the physical energy he consumed during the battle.

The moment Thorne activated his skill, the already dry energy of the qi in his body began to emerge at a slight speed, and he also clearly felt that the physical energy he had consumed was recovering little by little.

The originally sore and weak limbs and body gradually showed a hint of warmth and vitality. If this continued without disturbing anyone, it would only take five or six hours to fully recover the physical energy he consumed in the battle and would become lively again.

It is this ability to recover the energy and ensure that he can stay in the quiet Forest to continuously harass the Khruk Goblin.

If you do not have this recovery technique, you must evacuate in advance when his physical strength is exhausted or his energy is exhausted, find a safe place to hide, and wait for the next day to come.

This ability made him able to harass the outer forces of the Goblin more than once a day, but he could harass the Goblins' peripheral forces more than one time in a row. This is also the main reason why the senior officials of the Khruk Goblins hold a grudge against him.

Thorne, who was slowly recovering his strength, suddenly felt his hand being held in the palm of his hand, and felt the soft touch and warmth coming from his palm. He was stunned, and his body leaning against the sorcerer's arms moved slightly. Looking up, he happened to see a pair of water-like eyes looking here.

The eyes met, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Andrea's cheeks, who was a little shy, turned her head away immediately. At the same time, the palm of her hand that had just been held by Thorne shrank as if she was frightened.

Thorne laughed and supported the ground with his hands to get up. Seeing this, Andrea helped him up and said softly: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Thorne smiled at her, glanced at the wounded in the hall, and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It will take about half an hour." Andrea replied, thinking for a while, looking at the bandage wrapped around Thorne's shoulder, and then said, "Before sleeping, I'll give you a bottle of serious injury treatment potion. Now the wounds should have healed."

"Well, I can't feel the pain anymore." Thorne said, and was about to raise his arms and move it, but suddenly he felt that the bandage on his shoulder was very messy, which made him unable to move freely, so he asked with a smile: "Did you bandage me?"

"Yes." The sorcerer nodded a little embarrassedly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Thorne looked at her gratefully, and then subconsciously said: "It's just that this craft is a bit too bad."

After saying that, he began to remove the bandages wrapped around his shoulders. A bottle of serious injury-treated potion is almost the same as the priest's three-ring magic technique. As long as it is not a lethal attack, a life can be pulled back from the edge of death.

With his current injuries, as long as the cracked wound is cleaned and sutured, and then poured a bottle of serious injury medicine, sleeping for a moment, the wound will heal quickly under the influence of the medicinal power.

The only disadvantage is that the price of potions is relatively expensive. A regular temple requires at least 500 gold coins. If it is in a black market without temples, sometimes 1,000 gold coins may not be available.

"Hmm? What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, Thorne, who was dealing with the bandage, noticed Andrea stared at her a little fiercely, and asked in confusion: "Who made you angry?"

"hiss!"

Then, Thorne felt the soft flesh on his waist being twisted hard and twisted it around.

Torne rubbed the scorching pain, while looking at Andrea's angry cheeks, said, "Uh...hat I said the wrong thing again?"

After saying that, he immediately began to think about the few words he had said to her just now, and immediately understood the reason.

Since he confirmed his relationship with the other party, he understood that no matter when he talked to her, he had to pass through his brain carefully. But what he didn't expect was that he hadn't seen him for a few days and he forgot about this...

Noting Thorne's cute expression, Andrea couldn't help laughing, and the anger in her heart disappeared completely.

"Sometimes you look quite smart, especially during battles, but sometimes you feel like you are stupid. It seems that the system has the lowest allocation of your intellectual attributes, and it is not without basis." Andrea moved forward, walked closer to Thorne, reached out to gently tidy up his messy hair, and said quietly.

Although she already had enough understanding of him, she still couldn't help but want to complain. Of course, if he was really the kind of person who was particularly good at making girls happy, maybe she would look down on him.

"The intellectual attributes represent a person's strong curiosity, rich knowledge and learning ability, which has little to do with IQ, so this cannot be generalized." Thorne threw away the broken cloak, took out another one, and explained to Andrea seriously while putting it on his body.

"What about emotional intelligence?" Andrea helped him tidy up his collar, looking at him with a smile, and deliberately asked in a heavy tone: "Does emotional intelligence have anything to do with intellectual attributes? Our Ranger."

"..." Thorne, who was told about the pain point, was speechless, so he chose to keep silent.

Because the other party was right, in the past, people often joked about his emotional intelligence, saying that he would not interact or contact with people at all.

For this reason, he also wanted to change, but after coming to this world where the strong prey on the weak, he found that as long as your strength can keep up, he would not have to care about other people's controversies and opinions.

Therefore, he always thought: the speed of your speaking is enough as long as you can't compare to the speed of my sword drawing. It's better to improve your strength more than that time.

"You are enough, what else do you need emotional intelligence?" Thorne met Andrea's teasing gaze, smiled and patted her on the shoulders, and then pulled her out.

The war between the Watershang Town and the Goblins has ended. The opponent will not attack again after losing. He should also deal with the matter about Jimbatur City and the Red Dragon.

"This is still like something people say." Andrea nodded with satisfaction by wrapping Thorne's arm.

Suddenly, she noticed Thorne stopped, so she followed his gaze and found a figure walking in from the treatment hall.

She glanced at Thorne, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook Thorne's arm and interrupted his attention, and said, "Why go over and take a look together?"

"Let's go." Thorne sighed and walked towards the figure with Andrea.

The two walked through the crowd and came to a corner of the hall.

Thorne looked at the half-elf girl Lilia in front of her and found that her long, loose hair was tied together by a ribbon, exposing her cheeks with a little weakness to the air. Her previous melancholy eyes had long disappeared, replaced by strength.

Looking at the half-elf girl who had changed so much in front of her, Thorne's expression flashed with a trace of dazedness, recalling the carefree and innocent girl who had become gloomy and melancholy when he returned to the town of Waters.

Now, although she still looks very weak, she reveals a sense of stubbornness everywhere, which surprised and relieved him.

When did this change begin?

It was just a few days ago when the half-elf leader passed away that he was about to take charge of the position of the leader, but was snatched by the stubborn half-elf girl. No matter how he dissuaded her, she never wavered her determination.

"Do you need my help?" Thorne looked at the crossbow stuck in Lilia's arm, and the red blood was spreading, and she felt a little reluctant.

The half-elf girl paused for a moment, and looked at Thorne and nodded slightly.

When Thorne saw the other party nodded, she walked over to treat her wound.

"Why are you doing this? In fact, you can stay in the temple and be a carefree person. Why should you participate?" Thorne raised her arm, tore her sleeve open, and said, looking at the wound.

"My family sacrificed their lives to defend the town of Falls, so I don't want to live in their shadows. I want to inherit their beliefs and Uncle Oster's ideals." Lilia said slowly, enduring the pain of being lost by Thorne.

"I feel relieved to see that you can find your own goals and your belief in living." Thorne nodded while cleaning the wound:

"Don't worry, I will help you fulfill the unfulfilled wish of the half-elves leader together, making our upper city as lively as the lower city, rather than desolate, resulting in everyone hiding alone in the bushes."

"Thank you, Brother Thorne." The two were silent for a long time. Lilia looked at the Ranger who was concentrating on bandaging her wounds, and suddenly looked up and showed a rare smile at him.

"Silly girl, don't be so polite. After all, I am your father's student, so it's time to take care of you. And I'm a half-elf like you." Thorne paused for a moment when bandaging the wound, and then smiled and rubbed the half-elf girl's hair.
Chapter completed!