MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-Chapter 4 4Q1 milk speed into cost

Norm walked forward with Solomon and his party. There was a small oasis less than two kilometers away, and the crowd stopped there.

It was getting late. The crimson sunset slanted on the sand.

"Let's just stop here for the night."

Solomon shouted to the crowd, "Those who pitch tents pitch tents, and those who light fires light fires. We will stay here overnight and return to Jerusalem tomorrow morning!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded one after another.

"And you two," Solomon turned his head and said to the Noam father and daughter, "come with me. I want to try your daughter's medical skills first, Noam."

"...Yes. Yes, Lord Solomon."

Norm's voice flinched. But Abigail remained silent, not saying a word.

The two of them bypassed the crowd and came to the other side of the lake. The three squatted by the lake against a tree.

Solomon drew his knife from his waist with a jerk. Noam and Abigail were shocked.

But before they could say anything, Solomon took the knife in his right hand and cut off his left hand.

The part he intended to cut was his own wrist. But at the moment when the blade approached his wrist, Solomon hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and cut the back of his left hand.

It was a scar of about three or four centimeters. But the depth is not deep, at most it only cut a little skin. But the blood did flow out.

"I heard you say that your daughter doesn't use herbs to heal people?"

Solomon spoke calmly, and stretched out his left hand towards Abigail: "Can it be cured, Abigail?"

"…Ok."

The taciturn girl pursed her lips, reached out and gently held Solomon's left hand with her right hand. The extraordinarily cold touch distracted Solomon a little.

Then, she brushed her left hand over the back of Solomon's hand.

It was as if the wound had been wiped away with an eraser—as her slender fingers brushed the back of Solomon's hand, the wound healed as if it had never been there.

...and sure enough.

Solomon looked at the smooth back of his hand and knew it.

He was thinking before, if the priests in this world have special abilities, does that mean that things like magic and abilities also exist?

How would the priests—especially the priests of the nation of Israel—view this phenomenon, if it existed?

Judging from Noam's attitude towards them, they are more fearful than loving the names of David and Solomon. In this way, it is very likely that they have been persecuted by the priests.

But if you think about it a little bit, this situation is understandable...

"...My lord! My daughter is definitely not using any witchcraft! Nor is it a demon..."

"I know, Norm. I know."

Solomon comforted him: "I assure you by my name. Your daughter is definitely not using the power of a demon. This is a gift from God."

"...So that's how it is."

Hearing this, Norm's tense spirit finally relaxed a little.

demon? Where is the devil so gentle and heal the wound?

Solomon scoffed.

According to this, there are still undead who can use holy light?

However, she was lucky enough. A thousand years later, she might be hunted down as a witch in the Middle Ages. Then it is not a matter of "dishonor" or "uncleanness", but a matter of not being able to live.

Solomon took a deep breath, his heart filled with joy.

It's not that there is any special intention. It's just pure, thankful that innocent children survived.

But Solomon came back to his senses and suddenly realized something was wrong. Wasn't Abigail blind?

"Can you see my hand?"

"Only the wound is visible, my lord."

She whispered timidly. The voice is as thin as a mosquito.

"Can a deeper wound be healed?"

Solomon asked the girl softly.

Abigail pursed her lips and nodded.

He continued to ask: "Approximately, what kind of injury has healed the most? Is it a big burden on you?"

"...my uncle. The neck was bitten by a wolf. Flesh and bones were broken... I was very hungry after that, and drank the broth to get better, my lord."

Abigail spoke intermittently in a very soft voice: "And uncle's neck is also crooked..."

Although it was not very clear, Solomon understood the general content.

He was overjoyed immediately.

The ability to easily heal fatal wounds... this is a valuable healer!

Even if it can only heal external injuries, if there is no way to treat internal organs or bones, it is an extremely precious treasure!

He asked Benaiah that Abiathar, one of the greatest priests in Israel, could only scab over his severed arm.

However, I heard that the priests of Israel were very powerful. But since more than ten years ago, Israel has no priests who can use fire and light to heal mortal wounds.

That's probably because the Age of Gods has begun to end...

— To be reasonable, do you have a woolen book without milk?

"That's it, Abigail. When you treat Adonijah's wound, don't be too fast. Try to slow down as much as possible, and the healing is almost enough."

Solomon thought for a while, and asked in a low voice.

Today, Adonijah's assassination plan for himself has not yet started-if the plan fails, Abigail is likely to be his only savior.

Therefore, her abilities cannot be exposed to Adonijah. But I have to find a reasonable excuse to let her walk with me...

So, after curing Adonijah, Solomon was going to reward their father and daughter, so he let them go back to Jerusalem with his party—this is a good excuse. Coupled with the little knowledge revealed before, it should be enough to keep them by their side.

"And, if Abigail healed Adonijah's muscles and bones..."

When he checked Adonija's wound before, he noticed that the wound was definitely not hit by a wild bull.

Although he only had a little understanding of forensic science, he could tell that it was a wound caused by repeated bruises with a pointed blunt instrument.

Only in this way can the wound be so small and there are almost no broken bones. Only one rib was broken, and the bone was careful not to insert itself into the lung.

But with such a toss on the soft stretcher, Adonija's injury will be more or less worse. Then when Abigail healed the wound, the inwardly bent ribs would hold their shape.

Just like Abigail's uncle whose neck was "bent" after healed.

In the short term there will be no problem. But Adonija would feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and her stamina and lung capacity would decrease. This small gap and weakness may determine success or failure in the future

Then he took the hem of Noam's robe, and it took a long time to cut a piece of cloth from his clothes.

As he spoke, Solomon pulled out a few grasses from the ground, chewed them and spit them out on the ground. He took some water from the lake and rinsed his mouth clean.

He mixed water, grass juice and the moist soil of the oasis and kneaded it on the ground to make a paste.

"You said you sell salted fish? Do you have a bag of salted fish on you?"

Solomon looked up at Noam and asked.

Norm immediately replied: "Yes! Yes!"

As he spoke, he took out a bag from his pocket and gave it to Solomon in its entirety.

Solomon took the salted fish out of the bag, stuffed the herbaceous poultice into it, and handed it to Abigail.

"Remember. I'll take you in later. You don't need to treat Adonija directly, but cover the wound with soil and wrap the wound with a cloth. Then treat Adoni through the cloth... If Adoni Ya asked you, you just said this is your family's special herbal medicine."

Solomon asked: "Do you understand?"

The silent girl nodded.

Norm also looked stunned, but he asked with some hesitation: "But my lord, didn't you just say that this is a gift from God..."

"What I'm saying is, I assure you in my name, it's a gift from God."

Solomon looked at Noam and sighed, "I'm helpless too...do you understand what I mean?"

"...I see, my lord."

Noam lowered his head deeply: "Thank you for your kindness."