บท 118: The Smell of Betrayal

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It's done. The skeletons have been defeated.

Now I'm sitting in the grass, tree trunk in my back as Goldres is using a cotton ball to dap a glistening blue tincture onto the wounds. 

He had told me that centaurs are very strongly connected to nature and that he had chosen medicine as his path. 

Thankfully, else I might have lost an arm. I watch as the liquid heals most of the bite marks within seconds. What's left is merely a shallow wound.

"Good. I'll bandage the rest."

"Thank you," I mumble.

"This is so typical!" Aerhorn stomps his feet in front of me like a little child.

"You're too nice! You let the biggest noobs join us! Those skeletons were harmless, that was complete beginner shit, yet this guy almost f*cked it all up."

"Relax, Aero." Goldres looks up at him. "Nothing happened. We won the fight. Let's concentrate on our next steps."