Chapter 339: Private Life (1)
'Oh, I see. I see I haven't finished my transformation yet.'
Just before Vikir was crushed by the Ryumajin's fist, he had transformed into a dog, making him smaller in size and thus avoiding being crushed.
Of course, this was only possible because Sinclair's last-minute magic had bought him some time.
Unaware of this, Dolores was examining every inch of Vikir's body.
"Wow, your wounds are almost healed already. You're a good constitution to divine power, my choco."
She rubbed the ointment she'd bought with the candy all over Vikir's wounds.
With that, Vikir's external wounds were almost completely healed.
"Mmm~ But you still have internal injuries, so you'll need to heal a bit more. I'll get some medicine for you, just wait a bit."
Dolores patted Vikir's head and turned on the shop window.
<Medicines for internal injuries!> [3 blue candies]>
Vikir thought to himself as he watched her pay three candies for a medicine for internal wounds.