Sophie stared at his stats for a while, but in the end, he didn't make a decision. It was better to take one step at a time. After all, it wasn't time yet.
However, because he had leveled up once, he had to use the 10 skill points immediately. After all, in a dangerous environment, every bit of extra strength counted. Of course, it seemed like it was a good idea to use it to learn swordsmanship or to learn fighting skills. If it was an ordinary person here, they would definitely choose to do so. However, Sophie hesitated for a while and thought of something else.
Thus, he let the data fade from his retina and raised his head to look at the others. He found that these young militiamen were still immersed in the excitement from before. He was slightly startled, and then his face showed a serious expression.
This wasn't a good sign.
He motioned for Roman to help him up a little, and then raised his voice and asked, "I say, do you think you're safe?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone present stop. Suddenly, it became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Sophie's influence was still there, and these young militiamen hadn't forgotten who had led them to victory. Speaking of which, wasn't this young man's alarmist words now becoming reality? Only then did they suddenly realize that now was indeed not the time to celebrate. It was a strange feeling to be on someone's chopping block and still dance with joy.
Thus, everyone stopped at the same time and looked at him. Sophie was very weak, but he had a temperament that could lead them to victory.
Everyone thought so — —
Even Freya sighed softly. This was supposed to be her responsibility, but she couldn't control her emotions like her teammates and forgot her responsibility as a captain.
Thinking of this, the girl with a long ponytail couldn't help but show a look of self-blame.
"Bandage your wounds, clean up the battlefield, think about what you learned during training. You don't need me to remind you, right?" Sophie also sighed. These hotheads were really more inexperienced than novices. Fortunately, their physical fitness was much better than ordinary NPCs. Of course, that was only compared to NPCs. Compared to players, they were nothing. Hero Template was Hero Template. Thinking about the initial stats and growth — — forget it, it was better not to think about it.
Sophie couldn't help rubbing her forehead.
Under his reminder, the young militia of Bucce started to move. Indeed, the injured needed to be stopped and cleaned, and the swords and armors of the skeletons could be recovered. Especially the chainmail, it was much better than their leather armor.
Others extinguished the bonfire under Sophie's instructions. Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. Lighting a bonfire behind the enemy, he really did not know what these guys were thinking.
Freya wanted to see if there was anything she could do to help. After all, Sophie was not familiar with them. However, the girl with a long ponytail soon discovered that there was no need for that. No matter how she looked at it, the young man named Brando was much more considerate than her.
She couldn't help but fiddle with her long ponytail. She had some doubts in her heart: They were both militia, how could Braggs and Bucce be so different?
Freya had never thought that the people in the city could be stronger than them, but now in front of Sophie, she couldn't help but feel discouraged.
How could it be like this?
In comparison, the Roman lady did not have so many worries. She had already happily gone with the others to organize the spoils of war. It seemed like this future merchant girl was interested in this.
Sophie noticed that the little rascal called Petit-finis ran to the unconscious Johnson. He raised his head and asked everyone:
"What about Johnson?"
This question startled everyone.
For a moment, a strange silence spread among the people.
Indeed, they were all from the same village and were familiar with each other. They could be said to be good friends. Johnson was the most cowardly among them, but they did not expect him to do such a thing.
Although they were forced to do so, this betrayal still hurt them. It was like a crack in the pure world, and the distrust between people was born like this.
Even Freya did not know how to deal with this lack of trust between people. She wanted to protect every one of her companions, but Johnson not only hurt others, but also deeply hurt himself.
Even if the ponytailed girl wanted to speak up, she was not confident that she could convince the others.
Once she spoke, the harmonious relationship between friends would no longer exist.
Everyone had the same thought. After all, they were just simple young people. Weakness and uprightness existed at the same time. They hesitated and subconsciously looked at the only outsider present.
Sophie.
Our protagonist could not help but sigh.
"Miss Freya?" He asked Freya.
"I, I don't know …"
"Then bandage him. We don't even know if it can stop the bleeding. He might die before sunrise." Sophie sighed. He was curious why he could be so calm. Wasn't it the first time he saw a dead person?
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This was Sophie's order, and they only needed to carry it out.
This was a form of escape, but sometimes people rely on escape.
On the other side, Sophie waved at Freya, gesturing for her to come over. The ponytailed girl was slightly startled and looked at her strangely.
"You know first aid, right, Miss Freya?" Sophie asked.
"Just call me Freya," Freya nodded, "I learned a little from Captain Marden."
"Captain Marden? F * ck, so that old guy even teaches first aid! "Sophie almost choked on her own saliva.
In the game, the first NPC to teach first aid in the Grinoires region was Doctor Borg from Fortress Riedon. That guy would give you a quest to collect 50 bundles of flax. It was so infuriating that many people skipped over to Braggs, where they only needed to pay 10 silver coins to the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
Although the market price of 50 bundles of flax was not much different from 10 silver coins, the process was much more troublesome.
This was a secret that had yet to be discovered! Sophie was excited, but before he could rejoice, he suddenly remembered that he could not go back. What was there to think about?
He was immediately disappointed and could not help but become dispirited, "Can you tell me more?"
Freya took a deep breath and could not help but grit her teeth. She looked at him. Damn it, didn't this guy say that her skills were bad?! Fortunately, the girl was not a vengeful person. She thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want to know …"
"Techniques and key points."
The ponytailed girl did not answer immediately, but came to his side to check on the girl who had fainted. Previously, Roman had excitedly run off to sort out the spoils of war, leaving her here.
Fortunately, she was just agitated.
She looked back at the young man who did not look too good and hesitated, "Let me take a look at your injuries."
"No need, I know my own injuries."
"You."
"Okay, what did you learn?" Sophie avoided the topic.
"It's mainly bandaging and bleeding stopping techniques, as well as cleaning wounds."
Sophie's heart skipped a beat. It was like a telepathic connection. It was not a voice, nor was it a text, but he clearly felt a message:
"Freya wants to teach you 'Battlefield First Aid'. It requires 8 EXP to upgrade to level 0. Do you want to learn?"
He let out a long sigh. This is it! It was exactly the same as in the game. Of course, he had to learn. He did not expect it to be Battlefield First Aid. This was really a pleasant surprise!
Battlefield First Aid mainly focused on stopping bleeding and preventing wound infection. It ignored environmental factors and increased the success rate by quite a lot, which was what Sophie urgently needed. He remembered that in the game, only the priests of the Holy Cathedral of Fire knew Battlefield First Aid, and players from the theology faction were the easiest to learn this skill. As for other players, they had to farm reputation.
But it was a big discovery that Marden knew this. As he thought about it, he agreed to the request in his heart. But immediately another message came in:
"I didn't find a suitable profession for Battlefield First Aid. Which profession would you like to place it under?"
This was not important, but Sophie still placed it under the profession of Militia. Although Battlefield First Aid was a non-profession skill for both Militia and Civilians, which meant that it would require double the EXP to level up. Militia as a profession could level up, but Civilians as a basic identity could not.
It was important to know that the level of the skill could not exceed the profession itself.
Freya carefully explained the main points of the bandaging technique, but the heroic girl quickly found that the young man lying on the ground was staring at her blankly, as if he did not respond to her words at all.
She was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of her heart.
This guy, is he looking for an excuse to take advantage of me!
The girl clenched her fists, so angry that her long ponytail trembled. This bastard, how can you be like this? How can you face the Roman? That girl clearly has her heart set on you!
Freya tried her best to control herself and waved her hand in front of Sophie's face, but there was no response.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was injured, she would have kicked him. But at that moment, Sophie's eyes moved, and clarity returned to his eyes.
He sorted out his skills and felt a little satisfied. With First Aid, at least he had a guarantee of endurance in the upcoming battle.
A party's recovery ability was an important criterion for a party's survival. Experienced players in the game would not overlook this, and Sophie was no exception. This was the reason why he gave up on Sword Fighting and chose First Aid.
But when he raised his head, he saw Freya looking at him with dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong?" He could not help but be stunned.
"Are you listening?" The girl gritted her teeth and asked.
"Of course, I've already learned it," Sophie answered matter-of-factly.
"You — —" Freya almost choked on her words. "I haven't even finished, and you already know it?" She looked at him with a gaze of serious distrust.
"Of course."
Freya choked. Just as she was about to retort, someone shouted, "Boss, we can't stop Jonathon's bleeding. Come and take a look —"
The ponytailed girl turned around instinctively, and saw Sophie behind her saying, "Just in time. Do you want me to give it a try?"
"You?"
Freya's face was filled with serious suspicion.
"Help me over."
"Don't, don't try to be brave."
"Then I'll ask Miss Roman to help you?"
"Dream on. I won't let her get close to you again, you shameless bastard!" Freya gritted her teeth, but she still went over to help Sophie up.
"What shameless?" Sophie was stunned. Why did she suddenly have another title?
"You know it yourself."
"Huh?"
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