"Mr. Ed, may I ask a question?" Drew said somewhat melancholically as he watched the taillights disappear into the darkness.
Hugging his wife, Ed turned his gaze back and responded.
"What question?"
"What is the name of the church where the priest is? I plan to go there to pray one day..."
"The church? Pluto Church..."
"..."
The conversation between Ed and Drew drifted away with the evening breeze, while Knight York was already allocating the points he had earned today.
He had a fruitful day, receiving a reward of +5 points for completing the mission and an additional +3 points from the blessing of the spirits, giving him a total of eight points to allocate.
[Knight York]
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: Priest, Professor of Pharmacology, Doctor…] [Overall Constitution: 24/24, (Note: The average for an ordinary person is 10)] [Life: 98.5/98.5 (Note: The average for an ordinary person is 10)] [Spirit: 83/83 (Note: The average for an ordinary person is 10)] [Magic: 134/134 (Note: recovers one point of magic every minute)]
[Item: Basic Priest Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]
[...]
Compared to the average for ordinary people, these eight points were not insignificant.
Like before, Knight York chose to add all eight points to his life value.
The other values seemed sufficient, but he always felt that his life value was never enough.
If he had a thousand life points, perhaps being shot in the chest would only result in a loss of a hundred points. If it were ten thousand? One hundred thousand? A loss of a hundred points would be insignificant. With millions or billions, he would be, in a sense, an immortal god.
[Point allocation successful] [Life value increased to 106.5]
[...]
Hearing the notification and feeling the changes in his body and internal organs, Knight York looked at the dashboard, clicked on a song, and increased the volume.
"Come on! Give it more energy!"
Due to the changes within him, Knight York felt as if he was floating and couldn't help but shout.
The song's lyrics conveyed, "Come on, come on, follow my lead, I've fallen for your graceful posture..."
"In our lingering moments, we attract each other like magnets..."
"Even though my heart has long been captivated by you, your body makes me yearn..."
"..."
As the song finally ended and the sensation inside him vanished, Knight York calmly turned off the music.
It was too explosive for his taste; he didn't like such intense songs.
Looking at the time displayed above: 22-51, Knight York pressed the accelerator again, aiming to get home a bit earlier than planned.
As Ed had mentioned earlier, this area was somewhat remote, and given the current time, there were hardly any people on the highway, so he had no concerns.
For a moment, under the cover of darkness, a beam of light moved rapidly along the highway until it slowed down and stopped at the edge of the Appalachian Mountains.
"Hey!!!"
"Hey!!!"
"..."
He stopped because Knight York heard a series of anxious shouts.
"What's going on?" He instinctively looked into the rearview mirror.
Through the taillights, Knight York saw two women with dirt-smudged faces, covered in wet soil, appearing on the edge of the highway in a panic and fear.
"Hey!!!"
"..."
Seeing the car stop, their faces lit up with surprise and urgency as they hurried towards the vehicle.
Importantly, one of the women seemed to have an injury on her foot, but with the support of the other, they moved quickly despite hobbling.
This made Knight York think they were running away...
"Running away?"
The thought crossed his mind, and Knight York slightly frowned, picking up his Winchester M1897 and stepping out of the car.
His tall figure and the priestly robe he wore became visible to the two women rushing towards the car.
"Hey!! Father!!" The one supporting, Jesse, wearing a white tank top revealing her fair skin, was visibly surprised.
But the next second, they were taken aback as the priest aimed a gleaming shotgun at them.
"Stop! Stay where you are!"
Seeing Knight York's actions and hearing his words, Jesse and Carly, the one with the injured foot, had no choice but to stop, daring not to move further under the gunpoint.
"Hey!!! Father!! We're not bad people, there's a group of murderers here..."
Seeing Knight York unmoved and on guard, Jesse had to explain loudly, her voice carrying a mix of crying and urgency.
"My friends have been killed!!! Only the two of us managed to escape!!!"
Hearing this, a question mark flashed in Knight York's mind, murderers? Suddenly, he recalled horror movies from his past life and the phrase "American specialty."
"They're still chasing us! Please save us, Father!!"
Jesse kept talking, her voice becoming more fearful and her body trembling.
"Please save us, please!"
As if fearing he wouldn't help, Carly also interjected with a crying voice.
"We have money, our families have money, as long as you can save us, we... we will give you a lot of money, so much money..."
Knight York slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at Jesse and Carly, who were trembling slightly, pondering that the murderers they mentioned must indeed be terrifying to have frightened them so severely.
"Come over here."
Confirming that the two were indeed not dangerous and were human, Knight York put away his shotgun.
As he spoke, Jesse and Carly's faces lit up with joy, and they hobbled over to Knight York, supporting each other.
Seeing this, Knight York instinctively glanced at the surrounding environment.
This was the Appalachian Mountains in the eastern United States, a vast mountain range in eastern North America, indicating that the area was covered with dense forests.
In the darkness, the dense forest meant even deeper shadows. Aside from the car's headlights, everything was pitch black, not quite to the extent of being unable to see one's hand in front of their face, but certainly unclear beyond a meter away.
"If there really is a group of murderers, I wonder how these two delicate women managed to escape to here from the murderers' pursuit in such a hostile environment..."
Knight York pondered while cautiously stepping forward to meet Jesse and Carly, who were approaching.
"Sorry! You're a bit slow."
Jesse and Carly were clearly startled.
But after Knight York spoke, he stretched out his right hand and directly grabbed Carly's slender waist, lifting her up single-handedly.
"Uh, thank you..."
Jesse and Carly instantly understood the meaning of his previous statement.
"It's fine, can you still walk?" Knight York asked Jesse, who was exposing a lot due to torn clothes, without staring.
"Yes!" Jesse nodded.
"Good!"
Hearing the answer, Knight York, holding Carly, walked briskly towards the car.
And Jesse hurriedly followed...
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With Knight York's help, their pace quickened, and soon, everyone was seated in the car. However, there was a problem: Carly's right leg was bleeding profusely, her pants soaked through with blood.
Knight York glanced at Carly, who sat in the back seat with her distinctive, somewhat delicate, and aloof face looking pale as if she were a vampire walking in the darkness, her eyes noticeably vacant.
This was a sign of excessive blood loss, very dangerous, and it was unclear how long the two had been running without even having time to treat the wound.
"We can't go on like this! We must treat the injury first, or she will bleed to death!" Knight York said to Jesse, who seemed still in shock.
"Your friend's situation is very critical..."
Hearing this, Jesse, also sitting in the back seat, started to panic.
"What should we do! What to do..."
Seeing Jesse, who looked utterly lost like a scared kitten, Knight York sighed internally, resigned to help further.
He couldn't expect a girl who had been greatly frightened to remain rational and calm; their escape to this extent was already commendable.
After all, they have money! He couldn't possibly lose out. Remembering Carly's words from earlier, Knight York reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small medical kit.
"Let's treat the wound first!"
While Jesse was still panicking, Knight York leaned back, tore open Carly's right pant leg directly to access the wound.
Tearing the sticky fabric revealed a ghastly wound that made Knight York frown, looking at Carly who was half-fainting.
"It's a miracle you two lasted this long..."
Jesse, seeing her friend's injured right leg, covered her mouth, tears blurring her vision.
"Omg!!!"
Watching the messy wound, Knight York didn't delay, starting to stop the bleeding. Having been a medical student in his previous life, handling such injuries was nothing to him.
He suspected Carly's injury was likely caused by stepping into some kind of animal trap, considering herself lucky for not damaging the bone. If the bone had been hit, she might have lost her foot as a trap could have snapped the bone outright.
Noticing the unharmed bone, Knight York quickly treated the wound, looking at Carly's left shoe, noticing the discrepancy in shoe heights, attributing it to the quality of the boots.
After disinfecting, Knight York started bandaging, then looked at Jesse, who was beginning to calm down, and asked.
"How did you escape? Can you tell me?"
Given the circumstances, without help, it seemed unlikely that the two women could have escaped on their own.
Hearing this, Jesse, now a bit calmer but still trembling, seemed to relive the past events.
"Chris... Chris led those beasts away, and we ran..."
As expected.
Knight York didn't probe further. While still bandaging, he handed his phone to Jesse, continuing.
"Call the police!"
After all, this situation, unrelated to him, was best handled by the police.
Jesse, instinctively taking the phone, hurriedly attempted to call for help.
Knight York finished with a knot easy to untie, indicating the wound's treatment was complete but emphasized the need for hospital care soon.
Just as Knight York was about to drive away, Jesse exclaimed from the back.
"No signal!!"
"It's okay, let's leave first."
Knight York was about to shift gears when suddenly, a swift breeze passed by, and he instinctively looked back.
"Watch out!"
At that moment.
Bang! An arrow pierced through the specially made glass window, aiming directly at a bewildered Jesse but lost its force after penetrating the window, stopping right next to her temple, quivering.
Jesse was stunned, sitting motionless in shock.
Seeing the arrow quivering in the window, Knight York's expression darkened. He quickly pushed Jesse and Carly down beneath the seats.
"The murderer is fast to have caught up already..."
"Stay down, don't move! Watch your friend!" After speaking, Knight York didn't wait for Jesse's response, quickly shifted gears, ready to accelerate away.
The murderer's strength was unexpectedly formidable, capable of penetrating his car's specially made glass with an arrow, indicating the quality was near bulletproof.
Before Knight York could accelerate, another swift sound approached.
Bang! This time, it was the sound of a tire being punctured.
Hearing the deflation, Knight York grimaced, realizing they were stranded with a shot tire.
Another whoosh sounded, and without any change in expression, Knight York grabbed a small bag from the passenger seat, prepared for the worst.
As expected, the archer, or rather, the murderer, had no intention of letting them escape.
Another tire deflated.
Knight York ducked down, checking on Jesse and Carly, who were trembling.
Seeing their state, Knight York didn't expect any help, only reaching back to grab a backpack from under Jesse's feet, pulling it toward him.
Swipe!
As he opened the backpack, throwing a box of slugs into the small bag, he asked.
"Tell me, how many murderers are there?"
Jesse, watching Knight York search for something, responded with a trembling voice, trying to recall.
"I saw two at first, they killed all my friends, leaving only me and Carly, Chris ran out..."
"Two..." Glancing at the arrow through the glass, Knight York felt it was too risky, pulling out another box of slugs into the bag.
As Jesse continued, she added.
"When we escaped, I saw two more people I hadn't seen before..."
"So, at least four, possibly even more..." Knight York thought silently, picking up his Winchester M1897, silently loading it with slugs.
Click! A specially made slug was loaded.
As mentioned earlier, slugs are designed for larger targets, implying greater lethality than deer slugs.
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