I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 202 The True Body of Nield's Curse

After failing to find a suitable item for a long time, Annie returned to the bedside dejectedly.

However, seeing that his mother had fallen asleep peacefully, he felt relieved.

"Thank you, Sir Awen."

Annie wiped the sweat from her mother's forehead, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

After a while, this half-man, who hadn't rested for who knows how long, fell into a deep sleep leaning against the bed.

"It's amazing, Ivan."

Larrel looked at the sleeping mother and daughter, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face with empathy.

“A few months ago, you were just a small noble messing around in Radiant City.

Now, you have become a person favored by God with great divine power."

"It's a druid...

I don’t know whether the gods favor me or not, but the few gods I know are all pretty annoying.”

Feeling a little amused, Larriel glanced at the two people at the other end of the bed, then turned and walked to the other side.

"Help me, Alvin, use your magical healing skills..."

……

"Use a tube to help the patient breathe?"

"Yes, just like this...

Therefore, no healing spells should be performed before the catheter is inserted.

Otherwise, the breathing hole will be blocked again after it is finally opened. "

Following Ivan's actions, Larriel also used a catheter to help a convulsing halfling to restore his breathing.

She now has great admiration for Ivan's healing skills.

"Where on earth did you learn these amazing operations..."

Ivan touched his head and felt a slight headache.

What do you say? Surgery from the Blue Planet in the 21st century?

"Well, it's a unique treatment method for druids..."

"Then can you deduce why these halflings and humans are in such pain?

Is it really what Annie said... the curse from the abyss?"

Larrel stared at Ivan with burning eyes.

Although she had only been at the Nield Mine for less than ten days, she had already seen too many patients with coughing.

A large number of them have begun to have breathing problems.

Simply put, almost all those who have stayed in the mine for more than half a year have been affected to varying degrees.

That's why Annie and the others suspected that this was a curse from the devil.

But obviously, a druid who is proficient in medicine might know what it is.

"On the surface, this could be a lung or respiratory disease, like asthma or something like that.

But considering the special environment of the Nield Mine..."

After treating the last patient, Alvin stood up and looked at other places outside the isolation ward.

Several mine carts and a pile of pickaxes were thrown casually on the side of the road. Several strong humans who looked worried were taking their children to the outskirts of the ward.

"Hey, uncle."

Ivan patted the human miner who had just received his healing magic and looked like he had worked hard.

"What are you responsible for in the mine?"

"Responsible? Affairs?"

The human who had just recovered a lot was very grateful to the divine spellcaster in front of him, but he was not good at the nobles' pedantic way of speaking.

"Sir, I am responsible for using the pickaxe to smash the rocks... Does that count as a job..."

"Eh? It's mining, right?"

"Yes, yes, it's mining. How simple it is to put it that way."

"So what equipment do you usually use for mining... I mean, what tools do you use?"

"A pickaxe... a lantern... a backpack,

Then the guys in charge of transportation need to take care of the minecarts, that's all..."

"Uh……

Don’t you have anything else, like gloves or something…”

"Ah... If I have blisters on my hands, I will wrap them with my own clothes or a rough towel, otherwise the pickaxe will slip out of my hand when I swing it..."

“What about masks?

Did you cover your mouth and nose on purpose?"

"what?"

The middle-aged miner was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he had to cover his nose when mining.

Are you afraid that they will secretly eat the ore?

"Sir... why do we cover our mouths and noses..."

Just now, when Alvin examined several patients, he roughly guessed the reason.

After communicating with the middle-aged miner for a while, he finally understood what the curse was that made it impossible for all creatures in the entire Nield Mine to escape.

Long-term inhalation of dust that cannot be decomposed by biological organisms can lead to lesions such as lung fibrosis.

These are troublesome chronic diseases on the blue planet.

Now there is only one last question left - where does all this dust come from?

"Uncle, what are the main minerals produced in Nield?"

The middle-aged miner was about to close his eyes, but when he heard this, he suddenly became excited.

"Boy... no, please forgive my abruptness, Your Excellency...

You've asked the right person. I won't say too much. I've worked in Nield for at least twenty years, and this deep pit has been leveled for dozens of feet!

No one knows Nield better than I do!"

Ivan's healing spell has made this sickly middle-aged man fully recover, so when it comes to areas of his expertise, this man can't sit idle, especially with his chattering mouth.

"Most of what outsiders know is iron ore, but this is not Nield's main output..."

He paused and glanced around, as if worried that someone might be eavesdropping.

"Neild's current output is crystals! Crystals that make noble ladies unable to walk!

I heard that wizards also need these shiny things to make magic sticks for themselves!

And the little mayor of Huiyao City... has to buy a lot of crystals every year, in all colors.

I guess the town lord has too many girls to please..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Larrel next to him started coughing violently, which scared the middle-aged miner.

“Ms. Larrel! Are you also cursed by the devil?

You are such a good man, don't let anything happen to you! You have saved many lives in the mines!"

This time Larrel coughed even more violently.

Ivan patted Larrel's vest to calm her down, and waved at the miner to indicate that the girl was fine.

Then the two of them made an excuse to go outside the isolation ward.

Looking at the depressed mining area, Larrel turned to look at Ivan, his childhood playmate whom he hadn't seen for a few years. He had impressed him, at least in terms of medical treatment.

Under Larriel's expectant eyes, the childhood friend who had become a druid spoke out a curse that left him helpless. What on earth was that curse?

"Pneumoconiosis, all of it. These miners don't care about labor protection!

What is crystal? It is high-purity silicon dioxide!

It has a high melting point and cannot be degraded, so it will not escape on its own once it is inhaled into the lungs.

Anyone who stays here for a few months will probably return with lungs full of stone debris!"

"Clam?

Isn't it a curse from the abyss?"

Larelle looked up curiously. Until now, she had believed that it was a group of hidden abyss species that were spreading terrible diseases.

"curse?

If ignorance is a curse, then yes, it is a curse!"