Chapter 141

Doctor Player Chapter 141

“… … what?”

Callis asked blankly.

All of the others suddenly had expressions on their faces asking what kind of question that was.

“No, there are many rumors that you are Berard's faithful mutt. I was wondering if you pick up and eat poop too.”

In an instant, a fierce silence fell.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at Raymond.

No, our noble (?) Healer said that? It looked like he said, but Raymond didn't give in and continued.

‘If I need to, I can talk like this.'

Now, winning was more important than the eyes of others.

‘Callis is said to be arrogant and easily excitable. Let's provoke it as much as possible and lose our reason.'

“you you… … .”

“But poop is bad for hygiene. Even if you like it, it's better to cover it up and eat it. I might get caught.”

Raymond continued to grin.

“Aren’t you already a dog and don’t have to worry about that? Rumor has it that you go beyond licking Archduke Berard's ass and chew it so deliciously. Isn't it possible that Archduke Berard calls our mutt Happy when he sees you?”

“This guy… … !”

“Ugh! Is the dog trying to talk like a human? You have to be dumbfounded and answer as usual.”

“I will rip your mouth out and kill you right now!”

Provocation Great Success!

Raymond hurried back.

‘Now the knights on our side will take care of the cooking. Fighting Elmude other knights!'

It hurts to say twice how important composure is in a fight between top knights.

I was so excited that I lost my reason, so I'm sure I'll win easily.

However, an unexpected miracle happened.

Hwaaak!

A waterfall-like ‘Aura' soared from Kalis' sword.

Everyone in the hall was hardened.

It was Sword Master's ‘Aura'.

It's not Sword Expert's ‘Mana Blade'.

‘… … Why did I come out of that bastard's sword?'

Aura was the exclusive property of sword masters.

But why?

“I had an epiphany not too long ago. He remained in the castle to capture his enlightenment.”

“… … !”

“I'm glad that you, Baron Fennin, will be the first opponent to be torn apart with this aura blade. Don't think about dying gracefully.”

Raymond's eyes widened.

‘What kind of nonsense!'

It was out of calculation.

If Calis really became a sword master, they couldn't win even if they died and woke up with all their strength.

Raymond hastily changed his attitude.

“It seems there was a misunderstanding between us. What you just said was a light joke, so please forget it.”

“… … what?”

“Wouldn’t you like to resolve the conflict through dialogue like we nobles do?”

Of course, the seeds didn't work either.

“Shut up!”

“Aww!”

As if seeing nothing else, Callis rushed in, aiming only for Raymond.

The momentum was so fast and fierce that no one could react.

“no!”

“Lord!”

Elmude and others ran a step late, but it was already too late.

‘Ah! What are you doing, Elmude? You say you'll protect me?!'

Callis' face, like a slaughter dog, drew closer. His eyes were full of life.

‘To die like this!'

A flash of light passed by.

Dig!

The aura blade cut through the air and Raymond's body was about to be dismembered.

An incredible miracle happened.

Kwaaang!

A muddy brown aura blade flew out of nowhere and blocked Kalis' attack!

‘uh?'

Raymond opened his eyes.

As mentioned earlier, only the Sword Master can use the Aura Blade.

What does that mean?

“Fortunately… … It's not too late.”

quiet.

A deep voice echoed through the hall.

“I will deal with you, Kalis.”

A man with a pale complexion blocked Raymond's way.

An uninhabited person with the impression of an iron wall.

It was the Duke of Life!

* * *

‘How is the Duke of Leif?'

Raymond wondered if he was dreaming.

But no.

Duke Leif said in a clear voice.

“The rough story was heard outside. I will deal with that Berard dog, so you, Baron Pennin, get out of here and open the gate.”

“… … !”

“I'm glad you arrived on time, though.”

Raymond clenched his fists.

‘As soon as I woke up, I heard the story and immediately ran to this place. To add strength.'

Indeed, Duke Leif's face was pale, as if he would collapse at any moment.

The fingertips holding the sword were also faintly trembling.

It must have been a mess.

“Your Excellency, you need to rest... … .”

“stability?”

Duke Leif laughed helplessly with a pale complexion.

“By losing the battle, I am dead as a knight. That's why I'm stable. It's an absurd story.”

“… … .”

“Still, I am very grateful to you. By extending my life, you gave me a chance to avenge myself.”

He twisted the corner of his mouth.

“Drawton's capital. It will be perfect as my final battlefield.”

Raymond's complexion hardened.

He realized that Duke Leif had already prepared for death.

‘It's clear that he wants to protect his honor by dying.'

Duke Leif is extremely proud.

It was clear that he was trying to die an honorable death while fighting the enemy without overcoming the humiliation of defeat.

Before the decisive battle, Duke Rife spoke in a tone full of remorse.

“If there is one thing that remains, it is a pity that I couldn’t help the growth of you, an unsalted genius. If it is you, one day you will surely be able to surpass the sword master and enter the realm of a great sword master, a sword owner.”

Sword Owner.

The level above the sword master is a term used to refer to the Grand Sword Master, and it was a level that only eight people currently exist on the entire continent.

“I wanted to become your teacher and pass on all my skills to you… … .”

Duke Rife continued to pursue discipleship, as if he had a lot of lingering regrets about not being able to make Raymond a disciple.

In the end, Raymond couldn't hear any more and hung up.

‘I don't want to be a sweaty knight, so why do you keep recommending it?'

“Like I said last time, I became a disciple. Rather than that, how are you going to die here to pay for the treatment?”

“what?”

“Shouldn’t you pay for the treatment? By the way, the cost of my treatment is exorbitantly expensive. You have to live to pay for the treatment.”

Raymond thought to himself.

‘What is dying? How much I suffered and saved! I have to live long and become my hukou!'

Duke Leif was speechless and unable to answer.

“but… … .”

There was only one way for Raymond and his party to succeed in the operation.

Duke Leif sacrifices his life to stop Kalis!

But Raymond simply suggested another solution.

“Your Excellency, don't try to handle it alone, let's join forces.”

“what?”

“Our power is not good either.”

Raymond winked at the others.

Chanang!

Eight sword experts pointed their swords at Khalis.

Raymond grinned.

‘If I put it together, he won't be able to endure it either.'

With Duke Leif joining in, the situation was reversed again.

“Let’s quickly catch him and open the castle gate.”

With those words, the strongest knights began to clash.

* * *

Shortly after the fierce battle, Raymond hardened his face.

‘uh… … ? Isn't this?'

I thought I would be able to subdue it at once, but it wasn't at all.

Rather, it was pushed!

‘His Excellency Duke Raif's condition is more serious than I thought.'

Duke Leif was not showing his usual skills at all.

It was natural.

Right now, he must be in a daunting state just holding a sword.

“Haha, is this enough!”

“Keugh!

Callis ran amok like a wild boar that had fallen into a herd of deer.

I'm barely holding on thanks to the Duke of Life, but if he collapses, it's all over.

“This rat is like a mouse. I will kill you as painfully as possible in the end.”

Callis looked at Raymond, who was fidgeting behind him, and gave him a ferocious look.

If caught, he was ready to open the gun alive.

‘What the fuck? At this rate, everyone will die! I have to pay something.'

That was the moment.

A thought popped into Raymond's head.

‘… … Wouldn't it be possible to use this skill in the current situation?'

Raymond recalled a skill he had recently acquired.

[Healer's Murder Saint.]

This is a skill that allows you to attempt a powerful attack once in a row when facing an enemy to protect a patient.

Duke Rife was his patient, so it seemed that if he came out to help, he would meet the trigger conditions.

‘Of course it's scary, and it's questionable whether it's effective if someone like me helps.'

The opponent is a sword master.

Still, Raymond gulped.

‘But if I stay like this, everyone will die.'

It could have been in vain.

Rather, it may only put you at risk.

But it was not a situation to stand still.

I had to try something.

Raymond first opened a market to increase the odds of success.

‘Skill buy! ‘Survival Instinct' proficiency increased!'

First, by consuming points, I raised the skill level of ‘Survival Instinct' to C grade.

[Purchased the proficiency increase of the skill ‘Survival Instinct'!]

[The proficiency of the skill will be permanently increased to C grade!]

[Skill points will be consumed 300 points!]

[Survival Instinct]

Classification: Support skill (self-defense)

Rating: Rare

Proficiency: C

- This is a self-defense skill to protect life against powerful enemies.

- Temporarily (1 minute 15 seconds) physical strength sense stat increases by 1.65 times.

Conditions for use:

1. The enemy must be stronger than the player to use.

2. Can be used once a week.

Raymond noticed the difference.

‘Rising to C grade, some of the restrictions have disappeared.'

When it was D-class, there was a restriction called ‘battlefield'. However, when I went up to C grade, that restrictive phrase disappeared.

‘Even if it's not a battlefield, it can be used in a crisis situation?'

Anyway, that didn't matter now.

What's important is this.

Stats increased by 1.65 times!

‘You only get one chance. You must succeed.'

Raymond took out the ‘Winter Sword' he had stolen from Count Maybo in the past.

Soon, a message popped up.

[I heard the special weapon ‘Winter Sword'! The physical strength stat increases by 5 points!]

[The healer's self-defense skills are displayed!]

[The enemy is extremely powerful! ‘Effect of the dwarf who defeated the giant (2+)' is manifested!]

[Extreme crisis situation! The ‘survival instinct' is manifested!]

The stats have been greatly inflated.

For reference, Raymond's current level was 143, and his stamina sense stats were as follows.

[Statistics]

Stamina: 63

Sense: 52

It was blown up like this by the effects of skills including survival instinct.

[Stamina: 63 → 122.45]

[Sense: 52 → 94.3]

The feeling I experienced when I used the survival instinct in the past dominated my body.

My senses became sharper than before, and at the same time, I felt great power.

‘this… … What kind of power is that?'

I do not know.

Anyway, I had to make good use of this opportunity.

Raymond drew his sword and approached the place where the fierce battle was taking place.