Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!

Chapter 61: Chapter 60 Cleric Maiden

The crisis was averted, in a way no one had expected.

Looking at the ground littered with black wolf corpses, everyone stared at each other in disbelief. Just moments ago, they were all prepared to die here. But now… life’s ups and downs were truly exhilarating!!

“Thank you so much, sir!”

After moving the stones blocking the door and opening it, Clark looked at the young man before him, almost too moved to speak. If he hadn’t appeared in time, Sweetwater Town would have surely turned into a living hell. So, even though there were many people that needed burial and treatment, he rushed over as soon as possible to thank Fang Zheng solemnly.

“No need to be so polite. I’m also a knight of the Sanctuary; it’s my duty.”

Fang Zheng certainly didn’t mind continuing to flaunt his identity as a Templar Knight at this moment. Though he was still an apprentice knight, he was still officially recognized by the Sanctuary as a professional… hmm, appearing more formidable with his title was the right move after all.

“A knight of the Sanctuary?”

Hearing this, Clark’s face showed a look of realization. He had been curious about Fang Zheng’s identity since his attire made him look more like a noble’s son, but now that he said he was a knight of the Sanctuary, the curiosity in Clark’s heart dissipated. After all, if he was a Templar Knight, young and possessing such great power, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Clark’s smile became even warmer.

“I see, Sir Knight. It’s surprising that you’re so young and yet possess such power. The Sanctuary truly is full of talent. Both you and that cleric are good people. This time, we really owe it to you two.”

“Oh? Cleric?”

“Yes, we had an apprentice cleric visit Sweetwater Town a few days ago. She said she was on a pilgrimage, so we let her stay for a while. Though young, she is very talented and, more importantly, very brave. When the black wolves attacked, we wanted to send her away, but she insisted on staying and fighting with us. If it weren’t for her, we might not have held out until now.”

“I see.”

Hearing the hunter-clad man’s response, Fang Zheng nodded, growing interested in the cleric. After all, she was from the Sanctuary, making her a colleague of his. Having just teleported back, he didn’t know the state of the Sanctuary or what had become of Shi Dong and Mart. It wouldn’t be bad to find a colleague to ask.

“Where is the cleric now?”

“She is helping us treat the wounded… many of our people got hurt…”

“Take me to her.”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng waved his hand and said.

“I know some healing techniques; maybe I can help.”

“Really? That’s wonderful. Please follow me, sir…”

Hearing this, Clark was overjoyed. Although the cleric’s healing techniques were impressive, Clark knew she was running out of strength after supporting so long. Seeing her pushing herself to continue treating others worried him. He wanted her to take care of herself, but the thought of his comrades on the brink of death made it hard to insist. Hence, Fang Zheng’s offer was a relief, and he hurriedly led the young man to the town’s central meeting hall.

The meeting hall was filled with wounded militiamen. Unlike Fang Zheng, these ordinary folks were injured in the earlier battle. Some with lighter wounds held on, gritting their teeth, but others lay on the ground groaning in pain. The air was thick with the smell of herbs and blood, creating a peculiar odor.

As soon as he entered, Fang Zheng spotted a young woman in a robe, kneeling beside the injured. Her face was pale, and her breath was labored. Yet, she gritted her teeth and placed her hand on the injured person before her. Soon, a faint white light emanated, enveloping the injured and starting to heal their wounds.

To Fang Zheng, however, the Holy Light seemed dim, like an old incandescent bulb ready to be replaced.

“Cough, cough…”

The Holy Light didn’t immediately heal the injured before her. He vomited blood, and his chest bandages began soaking through again. It was clear that her healing technique struggled to treat his wounds.

The cleric maiden’s face turned even paler as she gritted her teeth, hesitated, and then reached out again.

“Hey…”

Seeing this, Fang Zheng sighed helplessly and cast a “Holy Light Flash.” A streak of white light enveloped the injured. The warmth from the Holy Light brought immediate relief, and his pained expression softened significantly.

Seeing this, the maiden was stunned and immediately turned to Fang Zheng.

“You are…”

“Let’s talk later. Let me help treat these people first.”

Without waiting for her to finish, Fang Zheng stepped forward, cutting off her question and raised his right hand again. Soon, streaks of Holy Light flashed over the militiamen, rapidly healing their wounds.

There were about thirty injured in all, many severely hurt, but Fang Zheng wasn’t worried. He first stabilized those closest to death before beginning large-scale healing. Unfortunately, his [Arthas] wasn’t a Paladin and had no group heal skills, making the process slower.

“Phew… all done.”

Due to the number of seriously wounded, Fang Zheng had to heal them multiple times before they finally rested peacefully, their cries ceased.

To Fang Zheng, this was no big deal. But Clark and the cleric maiden were utterly shocked!

They had seen Fang Zheng’s display of Divine Might beneath the wall; his immense power was undisputed, capable of killing the head wolf in one strike and effortlessly decimating the wolf pack. Given his age, he was exceptional.

But now, he showed such potent healing ability?!

On this continent, whether it was mages, knights, thieves, priests, or astrologers, all used the Power of the Star Spirits. The different manifestations of this power depended on their strengths. It was like how everyone has two arms and two legs but different talents like painting, running, or music…

The Star Spirit power worked similarly, based on one’s strengths. Some can’t cook to save their lives, while others are tone-deaf and can’t sing…

So, Fang Zheng’s combat prowess wasn’t surprising. But his expert healing skill left them astounded.

Even Clark, who knew little, could see the difference. The cleric maiden performed devout prayers before healing, while this young man raised his hand, and the Holy Light just “flashed.”

And crucially, this Holy Light seemed even more effective than the cleric’s!

Wasn’t he a knight? Why did he seem even better at healing than a cleric specialized in it?

Though puzzled, Clark wisely kept quiet. He was just a town defense officer pretending to be knowledgeable among commoners. But before these important city folks, he knew better than to pry.

But the cleric maiden’s expression was completely different. She stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at Fang Zheng.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

Fang Zheng was puzzled by her question. Had the young lady overexerted herself and gotten confused?

“No, I mean…”

She looked around as if searching for words, hesitated, then continued.

“I mean… why didn’t you heal the wounded all at once? Why this back-and-forth?”

“Because some are more severely injured? Saving lives first is the right choice. I don’t have eight hands, so I can only do it this way.”

“You can do that?!”

Much to Fang Zheng’s surprise, the cleric maiden widened her eyes in shock, as if hearing something unbelievable.

“How else should I do it?”

Fang Zheng was speechless. Group healing to bring everyone to a safe level was basic. Though he had never played a healer, at least he had seen it done…

“…”

Hearing Fang Zheng’s answer, the cleric maiden stared at him blankly, then suddenly closed her eyes and fainted.

“Uh…”

Seeing this, Fang Zheng was taken aback.

What just happened?

Did I say something wrong?