Chapter 53: The Colossal Serpent of Healing

The return journey went smoothly, and it didn’t take long for the two of them to arrive at Sanctuary.

“You take the two Sacred Cloths to the Papal Hall and report in. I’ll take Gamian to the infirmary,” Yin Seventeen instructed the young woman.

“You want me to go to the Papal Hall alone?”

Ruolan was startled, waving her hands repeatedly. “No, no, I’m scared to go by myself!”

“What are you afraid of? It’s not like the Pope is going to eat you!” Yin Seventeen glanced at her helplessly.

The girl pinched her chin, earnestly saying, “I don’t know why, but I always feel there’s something off about the current Pope. Every time I see him, I get chills, as if something terrifying is hidden beneath that cold mask!”

“Please, Lord Seventeen! Don’t make me go alone, I’m really scared!” Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Yin Seventeen, looking utterly pitiful.

Seeing this, Yin Seventeen couldn’t help but give her another look.

“This little rabbit’s intuition is impressively sharp!”

Clearly, she had sensed the danger of Evil Saga.

He sighed, “Fine, just wait a moment. Let me take Gamian to the infirmary first.”

Gamian’s injuries hadn’t yet healed, and since he was reluctant to use his Moonlit Dew, he had no choice but to send him to the infirmary for further treatment.

“I’ll go with you!” Ruolan chimed in eagerly.

“As you wish,” Yin Seventeen replied helplessly, supporting Gamian as they headed down the Sacred Mountain.

The infirmary was Sanctuary’s medical institution, specifically responsible for treating the injuries of Saints.

Although Saints, clad in their Sacred Cloths, were far stronger than ordinary people—almost like gods in mortal eyes—they were, in the end, still human. They too could be wounded or even die.

Just like Gamian this time.

Saints were difficult to train and couldn’t be wasted easily.

To reduce casualties, Sanctuary had equipped the infirmary with top-tier medical personnel and equipment, far more advanced than anything in the training grounds.

Yet the enemies Saints faced were all extraordinary beings, and once injured, they were not so easily cured.

Gamian was lucky. Though his wounds were serious, they were merely physical injuries, not any bizarre or special afflictions, and could still be treated with mortal medicine.

Otherwise, he would’ve been left to die.

Before long, Yin Seventeen and his companion reached the foot of the Sacred Mountain, stopping before a temple marked with the symbol of the serpent staff.

The mark was identical to the one at the training grounds—there was no doubt, this was the infirmary.

Just as Yin Seventeen was about to enter, a figure darted out from within, startling him.

Looking closer, he realized it was Oth, the Serpent Bearer.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

Oth circled around Gamian, gloating. “What kind of enemy did you run into, to end up this battered?”

The Silver Crow Cloth bore a huge, unrepaired gash, and its bearer was unconscious, deathly pale—miserable in every sense.

“Hey?”

Suddenly, Oth seemed to notice something. He sniffed around Gamian, perplexed. “Ordinarily, with wounds like these, the Crow Saint would have died on the way back. Yet his life force, while weak, shows no sign of fading.”

“Did you give him something?”

He eyed Yin Seventeen and Ruolan suspiciously.

“Why don’t you guess?” Ruolan asked, blinking.

“How could I possibly guess? Unless you let me dissect Gamian!” Oth huffed.

Yin Seventeen, meanwhile, looked at the Serpent Bearer with curiosity. “What are you doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Oth shot back irritably, then, as if recalling something, frowned. “Don’t tell me this is your first time at the infirmary?”

He scrutinized Yin Seventeen more closely.

“You look familiar. Are you one of the newly promoted Saints?” Oth asked again.

“He’s the new Silver Saint of the Crater, only just promoted. Of course, he doesn’t know you manage the infirmary!” Ruolan interjected helpfully.

“Oh—so you’re the rookie who took the Swordfish and then the Crater? No wonder you look familiar!” Oth nodded.

“Wait, Crater?”

Suddenly recalling something, he exclaimed, “Did you give Gamian the Crater’s Moonlit Dew? Is that why he made it back alive?”

“Yes, that must be it!”

“I always thought Moonlit Dew was just a legend. I can’t believe it actually exists!”

With that, Oth burst into manic laughter.

“How did you know I have Moonlit Dew?” Yin Seventeen asked in surprise. He had thought no one in Sanctuary would know.

“I, the Serpent Bearer, am the Sanctuary’s foremost medical expert. There’s nothing related to healing that I don’t know about—including the Crater’s Moonlit Dew!” Oth replied proudly.

“The foremost expert?” Yin Seventeen was even more puzzled. He knew little about the Serpent Bearer, only that it represented a Bronze Cloth. This was the first he’d heard of their skill in medicine.

“Exactly! That’s why the Pope put Oth in charge of all infirmary affairs,” Ruolan explained, nodding. As a ‘veteran,’ she knew these things.

“Never mind that—let me see some Moonlit Dew!” Oth rubbed his hands together, trembling with excitement as he pleaded with Yin Seventeen.

Though not quite a miracle cure, Moonlit Dew was an extremely rare elixir, its healing properties extraordinary.

To someone devoted to medicine like Oth, it was a treasure beyond compare.

“And your reason?” Yin Seventeen replied sternly. “Since you know about Moonlit Dew, you must realize how precious it is. If you want some, you’ll need to give me a good reason.”

Hearing the hint of refusal, Oth shot him a sly look. “You can’t refuse me! Moonlit Dew’s healing powers can greatly reduce casualties among the Saints. If I report this to the Pope, what do you think he’ll do?”

A smug smile crept onto Oth’s face.

At his words, Yin Seventeen felt as if he’d swallowed a fly. Scowling, he said, “That’s a good enough reason. I’ll give you half!”

He didn’t need to think twice—if this reached the Pope’s ears, he’d be ordered to hand over a portion of the Moonlit Dew for the infirmary. Better to offer it up willingly now than be forced to share later.

Otherwise, if he were branded as selfish, he’d never survive in Sanctuary.