The nun was driven out ruthlessly.

The three-meter-wide aunt personally went into battle.

Rhodes's people are going to be torn apart.

The nun's fingers were thicker than his arms, and her strength exceeded that of a 100,000-ton hydraulic press. Rhodes felt as if there were 10,000 cows galloping on his back, and 40,000 iron hooves trampling on his soul.

She was ravaging and nagging at the same time.

"...These dead girls really don't make people worry. They are unwilling to abide by any prohibitions. If we don't beat them, my medical clinic will be delisted in a few days..."

Rhodes felt unbelievable: "Aren't you a formal institution? Aren't I here to treat amnesia?"

"Of course we are a formal institution."

Aunt User's hand tightened two points, and Rhodes felt that his waist was about to break, and his throat groaned under the weight of the bones.

"The first-level medical clinic of the Holy Church, the medical list of the Healing Order, there is no more formal institution than ours. All our healing nuns are excellent graduates of Kingworth, and they all have perfect scores in nursing and healing courses...and

I, Uther of Red Rose Street, am the legend of Kingworth Academy, the only caregiver who also got full marks in combat class!"

Rhodes' mouth was so painful that it was crooked.

"Then why don't you fight?"

Aunt User's tone was slightly surprised: "I am a logistics personnel. Of course, the combat personnel are responsible for the battle. How can I overstep my duties? Isn't that all a mess? Oh...are you worried that I am not professional enough? Haha, little guy, you

Don’t worry, no one is better at treating amnesia than me.”

This is the most difficult thing for Rhodes to understand.

"Is your treatment method just massage?"

Aunt Yoser smiled and said: "Of course not, this is just to contact your spirit and let your spirit enter a deep state of tranquility. The real treatment has not yet begun."

Rhodes' heart suddenly moved.

Could this be the reason why he entered that strange world just now?

"Is that the spiritual world in my dream? Is my headache caused by the stone monument? The husky who demolished the house in my mind is actually the nigger?"

Thinking of that series of strange encounters, Rhodes had an unpleasant feeling.

The dream world is so weird that it is hard to believe that it is not connected with that symbol and the destruction of the migration team.

With such a weird thing being related to him, the possibility that he is the murderer greatly increases.

However, if you think about it on the bright side, there is so much information hidden in the dream world, and you might be able to find some clues from it.

"...I still remember those few words. I can ask auntie later...well, it's not necessarily necessary. Maybe everything will come to light as soon as I regain my memory."

While I was thinking about it, I heard Aunt User say:

"Young man, you are very lucky. The first-level medical center is not accessible to ordinary people. You have to thank Mr. Vermeer for this. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have come to me."

Rhodes asked: "Mr. Vermeer... is the White Wolf?"

"Yes, why don't you know him...Oh, you have lost your memory, poor little guy."

Aunt Uther looked at him lovingly.

"I promise you in the name of Uther that I will cure you so that you can remember clearly how old you were when you peed your pants."

Rhodes replied with some embarrassment: "Thank you, you are really good people. I originally thought you were an irregular machine..."

Aunt User smiled slightly and said: "In addition to treating spiritual and physical bodies, the Healing Order also has the responsibility of spiritual doctors, so the nuns are very easy to get along with, and a clean, white and tender little brother like you is theirs.

My favorite, it is inevitable that you will take advantage of your position to do some excessive things...but don't worry, as long as I am here, your chastity will not fall into their clutches."

Please stop meddling in other people's business and let them do it... Rhode complained in his mind, feeling that the image of this human group was a little blurry in his mind.

He originally thought that this was a strict, closed, and ignorant society similar to the feudal dynasty or the Middle Ages. Unexpectedly, it was much more open-minded than he imagined. Aunt User's conversation was fun and open, and there was no such ignorance at all.

Paranoid.

Although she is only a human being, she can be seen through the prism.

Is this really a human power group that survives in a harsh doomsday environment?

Rhodes was slightly doubtful, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. As long as he could recover his memory, he might be able to say goodbye to this place soon.

I don't know how long it took, but the hell massage finally ended. Aunt User smiled and said: "Okay, now your spirit has entered a deep state of tranquility. You must feel very comfortable, which is suitable for my upcoming spirit return ceremony."

Rhode's bones all over his body ached, and he responded feebly.

Aunt Yoser stood up and put her broad palm on the back of his head.

Accompanied by a strange sound of wind chimes, she chanted.

"Floating spirits, please return from the spiritual world."

"Like a baby clinging to its mother, like a ghost returning to the cemetery!"

"This is your origin!"

A feeling of surprise swept through Rhode's body, like the wind passing through his pants through his body when he stepped into a cool room on a hot summer day.

But it quickly disappeared, and Aunt Uther's surprised voice came from above.

"Why did it fail?"

Rhodes' heart sank. He tried to recall it, but there was no new information in his memory.

Aunt Uther was silent for a moment, then tried it again, but still failed.

"This is really strange..."

She fell into a long silence. Rhodes hesitated for a long time before he said cautiously: "Well, maybe I am not completely relaxed. Should I change to a nun..."

Aunt User raised her eyes and smiled gently: "Little guy, it has nothing to do with you. The appearance of the summoned spirit means that there is no problem in the previous work. Your situation is very complicated, and there are difficulties that I did not expect. Well...

I have to go to the big library, which may take a while, but don’t worry, everything I said will remain true."

But Rhodes has no confidence. According to Murphy's Law, once adverse signs appear, things will always develop in a worse direction.

What's worse is that the longer the delay, the worse it will be for him. In three days, he will face the internal affairs tribunal's inquiry, and as the investigation proceeds, he will have to answer questions to the tribunal.

The crisis will only get bigger.

"No, I can't sit still and wait for death. I have to think of other ways."

Thinking of this, Rhodes hurriedly said: "Uther...Sister, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

Aunt Uther smiled and said: "Say it, little guy, because of your honest character, I will agree."

Rhodes said softly: "I want you to chat with me. You know, I have lost my memory. I can't remember anything. My parents, family, friends, everything I am familiar with has disappeared. I can't read. I can't remember anything."

I don’t understand, and I have no money. This city is a strange one to me, but I have to live here alone. I am very lonely. It seems that I am the only one left in this world, so I want to be with you.

Let's chat, maybe we can find another friend, maybe we can bring back all the familiar things."

His tone was sincere and affectionate, and matching his young and helpless image, Aunt User's eyes suddenly became moist.

"What a pitiful little guy, why can't I agree to such a small request?"

Rhodes' acting skills were 120% effective, and his amnesia was a perfect excuse. He could ask any question without any hindrance.

Aunt User was also more approachable than expected, and she was particularly easy to talk to. Rhodes easily extracted a lot of information from her, and even quietly asked her about the words he saw in his dream.

However, it is a pity that Aunt Uther does not know this kind of writing.

"This is not Naraka, nor is it Sasolanian. It looks a bit like Majisi, but there is no phonetic symbol... It seems to be a very ancient language. Maybe you can find someone who knows it at Kingworth College.

people."

Just as Rhodes was about to ask what Jinworth Academy was, he saw Aunt Uther jump up like her butt was on fire.

"How……"

Before he could finish a word, Aunt Yoser suddenly held his hand.

"Can!"

Her fat face bloomed like a king flower.

"you can!"

Rhodes asked blankly: "What can I do?"

But Aunt Yoser didn't reply. She dragged him open the door and rushed out of the Yoser Medical Clinic.

Outside the medical center is an empty street. The blue stone slabs are filled with moist mist, exuding a strange smell. There are single-family buildings made of bluestone on both sides of the street. There is a light hanging in front of each building.

lamp.

The dim light disperses the darkness, but if you look up, you can see the diffuse black fog shrouding the sky over the city.

Rhodes shuddered slightly. This is the royal city. The royal city with the strongest holy fire still looks so depressing.

How would you feel if you left the royal city and were surrounded by black mist all day long?

Rhodes recalled the scene when he was at the corpse pile, and suddenly understood what Aunt Uther meant when she said that they also had the responsibilities of spiritual doctors.

People who have been fighting in this environment for a long time must be very depressed.
To be continued...