They had seen this sort of situation before. When the conflict between Adventurers was not too serious and things had not spiraled completely out of control, anyone with enough strength would lend a hand. Afterward, the rescued party would offer a proper reward, such as a share of the spoils from the expedition.
After all, dangerous missions tended to bring rich rewards.
The members of the Mercenary Corps exchanged glances. Perhaps because the man before them looked so miserable, they did not doubt his story. Besides, they would send someone to investigate before deciding whether to help.
The lives of the people in danger mattered, but so did their own safety.
Ye Chuqi spoke up. "Sorry, may I take a look at your injuries first? Don't worry, I'm a Potion Maker. Your wounds look serious. I think we should treat them right away."
To an outsider, there seemed to be nothing strange about that.
But the people in the Mercenary Corps and the caravan had spent enough time with Ye Chuqi to know her well. When it came to treatment, she rarely stepped in unless old Master Barnard told her to, much less offered to help unprompted.
The one time she had volunteered was probably when they had gone overboard, gotten badly poisoned, and forced old Master Barnard to work overtime making potions. She had brewed medicine for them herself—but that was mainly to teach them a lesson. Treating them had been secondary.
In short, Ye Chuqi was a Potion Maker who had never quite developed a Potion Maker's instincts.
So when she offered a stranger medical help, everyone sensed that something was wrong.
Duwak's expression changed. From what he knew of Ye Chuqi, there was usually a deeper reason behind her every move. She seldom did anything without a