角色故事•四（解鎖條件：角色等級80）
狐人醫士用羽扇半捂着臉，頗為痛切地看着眼前的景象…無數眼、耳、舌、齒、肢節、毛髮在已死的軀體上瘋狂增生又脫落，仿佛只是在徒勞地感受最後的痛苦。
久違地，他感到一絲不適，不止是因為眼前的狼藉，而是又想起了模糊的從前。
「藥王慈懷…生無涯…老不至…死回生……」
藥王信徒擁簇一團，其中一位似是重傷，但身旁之人卻照舊叨念着那些似曾相識的言詞。
「豐饒神跡護身…快…把它喝下去……」
「痛苦只是暫時的…你會重新擁有完整的生命，絕不會隕於此…刻——」
下一瞬，說話的人已然倒地。烏衣影衛現於光下，肅殺地立於他們面前。沉默也難掩此處再次涌動的殺意。
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「那些人早就算不上是人了，他們可沒痛覺…你呢？傷成這樣，你想告訴我你也沒痛覺？」
狐人醫士將藥粉灑在他的傷口，一如既往絮絮叨叨。
「我們本來就是去偵查的，早說了後面還有大部隊…怎麼就先動手了？」
他沒有說話，只是低頭看着手裏刃口弧度犀利，殘留着血污的匕首。
這些年，從一次次的任務中，他早已知道當年的「家人」究竟是什麼。但他不願細細回想，也不願承認，自己的立場早已與當年不同——不然復仇與契約，還有什麼意義？
「痛嗎？」
「……」他還是沒說話。
狐人醫士手上卻加快了速度，用紗布纏裹他的傷口，繫結，又不經意地使力按了按。
「痛……」
「痛就說唄，忍着對你有什麼好處？我看着都痛死了。」
他點點頭。
他習慣了不說話，但也開始習慣了有人替他說話。
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.
