Chapter 651 - 458: Trouble Comes to the Home (Part 2)
"Lord Marian," Malin approached the old man, his complexion paler than before, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead; yet, he was blissfully unaware of it.
He stood before the old man, "Unwrap your bandages and let me see your wound."
"Why?" The healer looked at Malin, full of curiosity, "Exposing a wound to the air can lead to infection, that’s a theory you’ve espoused yourself."
"But what if the wound has already begun to fester and pus under the bandages?" Malin retorted, looking at the elder, "Please trust me, Lord Marian."
Before the woman could object, a young man by Marian’s side had already seized his injured arm and ripped the bandage from the wound.
Inevitably, this action aggravated the elder’s injury, who clenched his teeth, holding back curses, and stared intently at his wound—because everyone could see the dark green pus dripping from his suppurating, putrid sore.
"I can’t feel any pain from the wound at all," Marian said through clenched teeth.
"Is this the corrupting power of Nagoth?" The young man looked at Malin and asked.
"No, it’s not its power; I don’t sense the force of Chaos," the healer almost threw herself at the wound at this point.
"Right, this isn’t the power of Nagoth. Those rat-men are from the Pestilent clan... whelps of the horned rat, Skaven of the disease clan, a mongrel that won’t even grant so-called eternal life to its followers, a useless entity that still needs the power of faith," Malin had no fondness at all for this entity, considering the horned rat to be nothing more than a psychotic.
In their world, it was just a Chaos deity rising opportunely.
"I always feel like you’re disparaging other deities," the young man said with a wry smile and shake of his head, pretending he hadn’t heard the previous comment.