It seemed this group hadn't been seated for long.
The speaker was a young man with a sinister face and sunken eyes.
He slowly set down his glass, his gaze piercing through the bragging burly man.
The tavern fell quiet instantly. Many recognized the outfit and instinctively looked away or lowered their heads.
Bai Xuan instinctively scanned the sinister man.
Concentrating his mental power, information appeared in his vision:
【Harvey Cross】
【Class: Swordsman Lv. 4 (Practitioner)】
【Status: Disdain, Contempt】
【HP: 530/560】
【Mana: 64/100】
【Potential: 2-Star (Squire)】
A Practitioner Rank. He then glanced at the burly man:
【Lv. 2 (Awakened)】
The gap in strength was huge.
The burly man sobered up a bit, but unwilling to show weakness in public, he stiffened his neck and said, “What? Is it a crime to say it was lively when the Cross family welcomed a guest?”
“Lively?”
Harvey’s lips curled into a joyless smile. “From what I heard, you were mocking the Cross family and Young Master Zane.”
“I didn't...” Before the man could finish his defense.
Harvey gripped his sword hilt and lunged.
He didn't even fully draw his longsword. With a flicker of movement, a blur passed before everyone's eyes, and he was already in front of the man's table.
The sheathed sword swung out with a dull whistle, striking like lightning!
“Crack!”
The clear sound of bone breaking was particularly piercing in the suddenly silent tavern.
The man's arm, raised in a hasty block, bent at an unnatural angle. He was slammed off his feet by a massive force, flying backward like a tattered sack.
With a “boom,” he crashed into two sturdy wooden tables, shattering cups and spilling drinks everywhere.
He lay slumped amidst the debris and stains, blood flowing from his nose and mouth, groaning in pain, unable to even crawl up.
So fast! Bai Xuan was startled.
Is this the power of a Lv. 4 Practitioner? It was completely different from the battles he saw at the post house; this was a fundamental difference in speed and strength between humans.
If it were him, he would likely barely manage to block it.
Harvey walked over unhurriedly, his expensive leather boots making a slight sticky sound on the floor mixed with ale and blood.
He looked down at the slumped man and kicked his cheek with the tip of his boot, leaving a dirty mark.
“Watch your mouth.”
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
His gaze slowly swept across the tavern, filled with undisguised contempt and warning. “Next time, you won't just lose a few teeth and an arm.”
His gaze paused on Bai Xuan.
The conspicuous white robe and outstanding temperament were quite eye-catching in such a setting.
Bai Xuan immediately lowered his eyes, avoiding the gaze and acting like someone who didn't want trouble.
Harvey seemed to only find the unfamiliar Healer a bit annoying and didn't do anything else. He snorted and stood up with his companions.
Walking to the counter, he dropped a few words to the flustered owner: “Hearing such filth in your shop ruined my brothers' appetite. Five gold coins for compensation.”
“F-five gold coins?” The owner's voice trembled. This was several months' worth of profit.
Harvey just looked at him coldly.
Under that gaze, the owner's courage to haggle vanished. With trembling hands, he counted out five gold coins from the cash box and handed them over.
Harvey grabbed them, weighed them in his hand, and turned to leave.
Only after the Cross family members disappeared outside did the frozen air in the tavern seem to flow again.
Low murmurs rose, filled with lingering fear and resentment.
A few people, seemingly the burly man's companions, rushed forward to drag him out of the mess.
Looking at his twisted arm and bloodied face, they were anxious and angry but didn't dare to curse loudly.
They could only hurriedly take out hemostatic powder and crude bandages to treat him.
The victim's wails were particularly clear in the oppressive atmosphere.
Bai Xuan watched this scene. He mentally calculated: a fractured arm, internal tremors, and numerous external injuries.
For a Lv. 2 Awakened, if not treated in time, it would likely leave serious permanent damage or even lead to disability.
And he just happened to have the ability to handle it. What a coincidence.
He didn't step forward immediately.
He waited until Harvey had been gone long enough and the atmosphere had lightened slightly.
When the companions were struggling clumsily with the wounds, he wiped his hands with a napkin, straightened his white robe, and walked over unhurriedly.
“Do you need treatment?” His voice was calm, standing out clearly amidst the panic.
The companions looked up. Seeing Bai Xuan's attire, their eyes lit up as if seeing a savior.
Thinking a kind Healer was willing to help, they said hurriedly, “Yes! Very much! Thank you, sir! Thank you...”
“I charge for my treatment,” Bai Xuan interrupted their gratitude bluntly. “Fifteen silver coins to treat his current injuries.”
The companion's gratitude froze on his face. He was stunned.
After reacting, he thought about it. Compared to the exorbitant price of at least one gold coin at the Church, this was very cheap.
He then showed understanding, thinking this was a kind gesture and the fee was just symbolic.
He looked at Bai Xuan's young but steady face, then at his companion's miserable state. “Fifteen silver coins! Please, save him quickly!”
“One thing I must mention beforehand,” Bai Xuan added, his tone still calm.
“My healing magic is a bit special. The process will be quite painful, but the results are guaranteed, and there will be no lasting effects.”
“Pain? No problem!” another companion interjected.
His face bore the typical adventurer's disdain for pain. “What injury haven't we suffered? A little pain is nothing as long as he's healed! Please, start now!”
Bai Xuan said no more. He knelt down, and a familiar soft light glowed in his palm.
Under the tense and expectant gazes of the surrounding people, he hovered his staff over the man's twisted arm.
The golden light of the 【Holy Light Catalyst】 seeped in.
“Aaaagh—!!!”
A wail even more wretched than before erupted from the man's throat!
His semi-conscious body arched violently and twitched. His eyes bulged, veins popped on his forehead, and his only intact left hand clawed frantically at the floor.
“What are you doing?!”
“Stop!”
His companions' faces changed instantly. They reflexively drew their short swords and daggers, surrounding Bai Xuan in shock and anger. Cold blades pointed at him.
The surrounding patrons were also frightened by the wretched scream, looking at Bai Xuan with suspicion and fear.
Was this Healer in league with the Cross family? Was he trying to finish him off in public?
Feeling the several cold blades, Bai Xuan had a “just as I expected” expression.
He maintained his casting posture and calm expression, saying quickly, “Look at the wound. Look at his arm.”
The leader of the companions shifted his gaze from Bai Xuan's face to his friend's arm.
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