Ignoring the Doctor's Words Leads to Suffering Later

The Temple Guards' attempt to sneak away froze instantly.

The Necromancer slammed its bone staff onto the ground, striking it forcefully. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Dozens of bone pillars erupted from the floor of the hall.

The Temple Warriors lying on the ground, Priest Donald, the Roman Knight, and the few warriors from Gret's squad were enclosed in five or six separate cages, looking at each other from a distance.

Gret's eyelids twitched. I've heard so much about you, and now we meet for the first time—is this the Bone Cage?

He observed it carefully. The bones were sinister and pale white, each one over a meter long, some even exceeding 1.5 meters. Gret's interest immediately vanished: Not human bones, nothing interesting. What kind of species are they? I'm not a forensic pathologist, nor a paleontologist...

With this much time to research, I might as well beg for my squad and have the Necromancer release us first.

"Uh..."

Gret attempted to speak. The Necromancer interrupted him, "Don't worry, I won't kill them. I just don't want them smashing things around. I'll release them first thing tomorrow morning."

As it spoke, it waved its hand, facing the hall, and began to chant. Amidst the mysterious incantations, Gret seemed to see wisps of black energy gathering inward. In a moment, the Gargoyle, which had been smashed into pieces, was restored to its original form, got up, and began to patrol.

With Gargoyles here, it's probably safer for us to just stay in the cages... Besides, sleeping on the ground has its advantages; no wind, no rain, and plenty of space...

Considering that this group had just trashed the Necromancer's hall, Gret couldn't say anything about its methods. He exchanged glances with his teammates. Young Priest John and Brother Raymond were subtly shaking their heads at him, signaling him not to speak.

Gret felt a little relieved and took two steps forward with the Necromancer. Suddenly, he saw Priest Donald rush to the bars of his cage and shout:

"Wait! Heal him first!—Let me heal him first! Otherwise, he's going to die! Please!"

About ten steps away, the Roman Knight lay unconscious and silent in another bone cage. Beside him, two warriors locked in the same cage patted and shook him, but to no avail. They only caused the Knight to bleed a little more.

Gret was silent. To be honest, seeing the Roman Knight end up like this, he felt a tiny bit of satisfaction. As for healing the Knight...

Uh, that collision earlier shouldn't have caused intracranial hemorrhage or massive internal bleeding, right? He's not dying immediately?

The Necromancer turned its head to look at him. Seeing that Gret showed no intention of pleading for the Knight, it put on a stern face:

"No!"

The Priest flinched. The Necromancer didn't have much ill will towards him. Seeing his pitiful state, it paused and thought:

"Do you have healing potions?"

"Yes, yes!"

Priest Donald nodded vigorously. He took out three healing potions, stretched out his arm, and forcefully handed them over the bars. The Golden Skeleton stepped forward to take the bottles. The Necromancer looked at them from the Skeleton's hand and pointed to one of them:

"Give this one to him."

The black cat leaped lightly, picked up the potion, and delivered it to the cage where the Roman Knight was.

The two warriors, surprised and delighted, grabbed the potion and poured it down the Roman Knight's throat. The healing potion personally carried by the Priest was no match for Young John's basic healing potion. As soon as the potion entered his throat, the Knight's breathing became heavier. He groaned twice and opened his eyes.

"Sir! Sir, you're awake!"

The two warriors rejoiced. The Roman Knight opened his eyes and immediately saw the healing potion in front of him. He was overjoyed, grabbed it, and began to pour it onto his wrist.

"Don't!"

Gret blurted out. The Roman Knight's hand trembled, almost dropping the bottle, and he glared angrily:

"What are you doing!"

Gret instinctively flinched at the roar.

He hadn't really wanted to get involved with the Roman Knight's affairs. He had just been lost in thought, and the shouts of the City Guards had startled him, causing him to speak without thinking. Since he had already spoken, he braced himself against the Knight's angry glare and continued:

"You can't treat the wound like this... Just treating the outside isn't enough, you need to fix the inside first..."

"Who are you trying to fool!"

The Roman Knight snorted coldly, flipped the bottle, and carefully dripped the healing potion onto the wound. As the pale golden liquid fell, the wrist wound healed instantly, the skin smooth and flawless, just like before it was injured.

However, his right thumb was still slightly bent, its shape unnatural.

Gret sighed and turned to leave.

The Necromancer watched their interaction with amusement, smiled, and leisurely followed with the Golden Skeleton. The stone door creaked shut behind them. The Necromancer snapped its fingers, the lights blazed, and it smiled at Gret:

"How about it?--Do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

"This..."

Gret was stunned. The offer was not without its temptations. Gret knew who had orchestrated the conscription of the City Guards earlier, and the Gargoyle hadn't flown over his head for no reason. But to actually kill that guy...

"...No, I don't think so?"

"Really not?"

The Necromancer raised an eyebrow. Its brown hair and blue eyes, and its skinny frame, made its facial muscles pull like a vengeful spirit when it raised its brow. That wasn't all; the black cat on its white boot leaped lightly onto the Golden Skeleton's shoulder, poked its head out, and interjected:

"That guy doesn't have good intentions towards you.--When I pounced, he used you as a shield!"

Gret: "...The cat, the cat can talk!!!"

Although this was a magical world, where skeletons could walk and pick up their own heads, a black cat could talk, ahhhhhhh!

Gret couldn't help but step back repeatedly until a chill ran down his spine, pressing him against the stone door. To be honest, in his previous life, he had been a little afraid of cats. There were five or six stray cats in the hospital that the nurses often fed, and Gret had never touched them. Now, here, he had encountered a black cat with explosive combat power that could also talk!

Gret placed his hand on the stone surface behind him. The black cat jumped down again, landing directly in front of him. Its tail flicked the ground with a thwack, it took a step forward, raised its head high, and bared its teeth.

Its whiskers, semi-transparent, twitched. It seemed that because of Gret's address, it wasn't in a very good mood:

"How rude! I am the great Mister Troca! Don't call me Black Cat! Black Cat!"

Eh, it's a talking—no, an intelligent, communicative creature...

Gret's body surged with Adrenaline for a moment before gradually calming down. He wasn't afraid of a talking cat, but he would be if it were unintelligent and powerful. If it just attacked without a word, with a large body and high speed, that would be a real headache...

Never mind, this is a world with magic and Divine Arts. Skeletons pick up their own heads, so a talking cat isn't strange, is it?

Thanks to the countless anime he'd watched and games he'd played in his previous life, Gret quickly accepted the "talking cat" premise. He took a step forward and politely nodded to the Black Cat:

"Hello, great Mister Troca. I was rude just now, I apologize—"

"Ah, it's fine!"

The Black Cat waved its paw magnanimously. As its paw lifted, its pink toe beans wiggled, making Gret's fingers itch to pinch them. The Black Cat seemed particularly sensitive to such ill intentions, agilely jumping away. It raised its head, its mouth stretching into a wide grin:

"Seriously, you don't want me to take him out for you?"

"No need."

Gret gradually calmed down. He lowered his head, gazing into the Black Cat's golden eyes, exhaling slowly and flashing a confident smile:

"That guy is finished. If tendons aren't pulled out and sewn back together, the wound will heal, and it'll be his own fault for not listening when I warned him."

Thanks to @Yziwen for the 2000 Qidian coins reward

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