角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
狐人医士用羽扇半捂着脸，颇为痛切地看着眼前的景象…无数眼、耳、舌、齿、肢节、毛发在已死的躯体上疯狂增生又脱落，仿佛只是在徒劳地感受最后的痛苦。
久违地，他感到一丝不适，不止是因为眼前的狼藉，而是又想起了模糊的从前。
「药王慈怀…生无涯…老不至…死回生……」
药王信徒拥簇一团，其中一位似是重伤，但身旁之人却照旧叨念着那些似曾相识的言词。
「丰饶神迹护身…快…把它喝下去……」
「痛苦只是暂时的…你会重新拥有完整的生命，绝不会陨于此…刻——」
下一瞬，说话的人已然倒地。乌衣影卫现于光下，肃杀地立于他们面前。沉默也难掩此处再次涌动的杀意。
……
「那些人早就算不上是人了，他们可没痛觉…你呢？伤成这样，你想告诉我你也没痛觉？」
狐人医士将药粉洒在他的伤口，一如既往絮絮叨叨。
「我们本来就是去侦查的，早说了后面还有大部队…怎么就先动手了？」
他没有说话，只是低头看着手里刃口弧度犀利，残留着血污的匕首。
这些年，从一次次的任务中，他早已知道当年的「家人」究竟是什么。但他不愿细细回想，也不愿承认，自己的立场早已与当年不同——不然复仇与契约，还有什么意义？
「痛吗？」
「……」他还是没说话。
狐人医士手上却加快了速度，用纱布缠裹他的伤口，系结，又不经意地使力按了按。
「痛……」
「痛就说呗，忍着对你有什么好处？我看着都痛死了。」
他点点头。
他习惯了不说话，但也开始习惯了有人替他说话。
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
The foxian healer half covers his face as he looks at the scene before him with great empathetic concern... Countless eyes, ears, tongues, teeth, limbs, and fur are sprouting from and falling off of the bodies in front of them, as if they are experiencing this final suffering in vain.
For the first time in forever, Moze feels a little uncomfortable. Not only because of the scene before him, but because it reminds him of his blurred memories of the past.
"The mercy of Sanctus Medicus... life without bounds.... old age never coming... the dead revitalizing..."
A crowd of Sanctus Medicus disciples huddles together. Though one of them is heavily wounded, those around them simply continue to murmur those familiar words.
"The divine traces of Abundance shall heal your body... quick. Drink this..."
"Suffering is temporary... you shall have a full life once more. you will not die in this mo... ment—"
In a flash, the speaker collapses to the ground. The black-clad shadow guard appears in the light before them and stands solemnly. Silence can not conceal the murderous rage that once again wells up inside him.
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"These people are no longer people. They feel no pain... What about you, though? With wounds like those, are you going to tell me you feel no pain?"
The foxian healer sprinkles powder on his wounds and chatters away as always.
"We were originally here for reconnaissance. I told you we had a large force ready for backup. Why did you go ahead and take action?"
He does not say a word, simply looking down at the sharp, blood-coated dagger in his hands.
Over the years, through each and every mission he had completed, he had long since come to understand just what that former "family" of his was. However, he refuses to think about it in depth, nor would he acknowledge that his view had changed from all those years ago. If he did, what meaning would his vengeance and their vow have?
"Does that hurt?"
"..." He still refuses to speak.
The foxian healer decides to speed up his movements, wrapping his wounds in gauze and casually pressing down a little too hard.
"Ow..."
"If it hurts, then say it out loud. What good does enduring your pain do? Just seeing you like this is agony for me."
He nods.
He has become accustomed to not speaking, but also to having people speak on his behalf.
