His words meant something.
But there was no hint of aggression, and he was as tolerant and gentle as running water.
With a compassionate temperament.
Bo Shuo didn't mean to be deceived at all. Instead, he spat out two words expressionlessly.
"Loading Cargo."
The words are sharp and concise.
The other party refused to talk to you and scolded you twice.
Xavier Hearing this unexpected remark, he was not unhappy, but actually smiled happily.
"Haha."
"Mr. Bo, you are so interesting."
He didn't stop moving.
Turning the wrist, the silver recovery agent was lightly sprinkled, and then slowly fell into the mouth of the person below.
There are not a few bottles of Mid-tier Potion left at all.
The potion works quickly.
The moment it flowed in, the originally hideous wound began to scab.
Even the weak breathing began to become longer, the chest began to rise and fall, and the originally blurred consciousness began to regroup.
"Woo."
The examinee on the ground gasped and opened his eyes. Sticky blood stained his eyelids, and his vision became dazzling red. He lay on the ground. From this angle, he could see the tall figure of the man. The man seemed to notice that they were awake.
Xavier tilted his head and lowered his eyes with a smile.
"Are you awake?"
The tone is very warm, and it sounds like a spring breeze, without any danger at all.
The candidates on the ground did not recover and naturally noticed the medicine bottle in Xavier's hand.
The previously dazed thoughts began to return.
No matter how stupid a person is, he knows what will happen when he sees everything in front of him.
"You saved us."
An examinee in black stood up while holding on to the wall behind him. He might have used too much force and injured his wound. His face, which had begun to recover, suddenly turned pale.
The candidate took a deep breath and his whole body trembled slightly. After thinking everything through, he looked at Xavier with an extremely grateful and shocked look.
He was obviously very moved.
They never thought that such kind-hearted people actually existed in Exam Venue.
"You..."
Another candidate who regained consciousness spoke subconsciously, his voice dry.
"Don't worry."
Xavier interrupted them gently. He sighed with compassion.
Then he slowly took out a Inverted Cross from his pocket, tapped it between his eyebrows, and then looked at them softly.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Priest from Shadowless Church, code name is 'The Hanged Man'."
The Hanged Man.
One of Major Arcana among Tarot Cards, it symbolizes tolerance and dedication.
It is exactly the same as the state shown by Xavier.
Everyone was obviously a little confused about this title, but they still thanked him one after another.
Except for Bo Shuo, everyone else obviously doesn't know much about Tarot, but once they escape from death, they will obviously have Bridge Effect feelings for the person who saves them.
It will even beautify Savior to the greatest extent.
It's like this.
Ignoring all unreasonable situations and not even thinking about it, it is still unknown whether a good person without a brain can survive Exam Venue.
Even if he really survives, he can still maintain his selfless dedication. Even the mid-level potion that the B-rank candidate himself is reluctant to use can be given to a person who is not a relative or an acquaintance without blinking an eye.
We have come to this point, how can we be such a good person?
This is clearly Saint Mother who has no personal emotions.
Bo Shuo looked at it coldly.
Even if the sow could climb a tree, he would not believe that Xavier is a good person.
There must be another reason for doing all this.
Maybe it's because he's been acting crazy for a long time.
Bo Shuo can strangely sympathize with the thoughts of this kind of people.
Even the logical thinking is completely consistent.
Sure enough, in the next second.
Xavier casually placed the Glass Bottle in his hand next to him, with a smile on his lips. He turned his head to look at Bo Shuo and said with a sigh:
"Mr. Bo."
"Don't you think these people are pitiful?"
There was compassion in his words, and he seemed to really empathize with the pain of this group of people.
But his eyes were fixed on Bo Shuo, his amber eyes seemed to be smiling, and the Inverted Cross on his hand made a trace of Silver Gleam in the air, and was then stuck to his forehead.
As expected, Bo Shuo did not answer the call, acting indifferently as if he was just a spectator of the performance.
That's right.
Performance.
Following Xavier's words, the examinee who slowly recovered his consciousness and sight unconsciously followed his gaze.
Just one look.
His expression completely changed.
It turned out that my gratitude to Xavier was completely frozen on my face, and what followed was a shock and panic that was visible to the naked eye.
It was like seeing some ferocious and terrifying monster.
His body took one step faster than his thoughts, and he took two steps back as a reflex. The wound that had not yet healed was so painful by this movement that his face turned two points white.
No, if you remove it, you will see a monster.
The location of Black Haired Youth is not far or close to them.
The corridor is not very big, and the walls are still damp and mottled. Some of the wallpapers are hanging on top, with a layer of dust accumulated on them.
But even in such a harsh environment.