A month later, in the female dormitory of Magic Academy, Ma Lisha's bedroom.

A sharp dagger was pulled out by a small hand, gleaming with cold light.

Marissa took this sharp dagger, looked left and right, and then extended the index finger of her left hand, and lightly stroked the index finger with the dagger.

Marissa's index finger was marked with a slender wound, and blood slowly drained from the wound.

"It hurts..." The tears in Marissa's eyes kept rolling, and she quickly put down her dagger.

After putting down the dagger in her right hand, Marisa immediately applied her right hand to the injured finger.

"Recover..." Marissa glowed with holy light on her right hand, and her wound quickly healed under the shining of holy light on her injured index finger.

After the wound healed, Marisa took the dagger again and pointed it at her index finger again.

Just when Marissa was about to cut her index finger, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door.

Marissa breathed a sigh of relief, put down her dagger, and walked over to open the door.

When she opened the door of the dormitory, Marissa was taken aback.

"School... Your Principal!"

"Marisa, you're still cutting your fingers to practice recovery magic! This is too inefficient, come with me! I will take you out for a walk." Elizabeth smelled the faint smell of blood and said to Marisa with a smile.

"Okay, Master Principal, please wait!"

Marissa was overjoyed, changed her shoes quickly, and then left the dormitory with Elizabeth.

On the noisy street in Yelan Tier, an elegant girl in a white dress walks down the street with a student in a white school uniform.

If it weren't for their hair color and appearance, they looked like a mother and daughter.

"Master principal, where are we going?" Marissa asked curiously when she was taken out of the Magic Academy.

"Of course I took you to practice recovery magic. Do you still want to cut your own fingers in the academy?" Elizabeth asked with a grin.

At the thought of cutting her fingers several times a day to practice healing magic in the past few days, Marisa felt a little scared.

Although it is said that her wound can be healed immediately with recovery magic, Marissa is very afraid of pain!

Every time she cut her finger, Marissa's eyes filled with tears, and she almost didn't cry out loud.

An oncoming passerby salutes Elizabeth and greets: "My Lord Saint, it's been a long time."

"Uncle, it's been a long time." Elizabeth smiled and waved at the uncle.

But I thought in my heart: Who is this uncle?

After a few steps, another aunt saluted Elizabeth: "My Lord Saint, thank you so much last time."

"You're welcome!" Elizabeth nodded and smiled.

Tucao in my heart: Who is this aunt?

Elizabeth was full of question marks, a little bewildered.

It seems that Pandora met when he became his own treatment. How many people did Pandora treat for himself? Why do so many people know themselves.

"It's the principal! It's amazing." Seeing Elizabeth's popularity is so high, Marissa admires and admires her very much.

Elizabeth touched Marisa's head and said: "Study hard, Marisa will become as good as me in the future."

How can it be possible that I can be as good as the principal in the future?

Marisa didn't have such self-confidence at all, after all, the principal was too good.

Marissa knew that the headmaster was called the saint of Yelantyr, and was worshipped and loved by everyone in Yelantyr.

Such an outstanding person, how could she surpass insignificant.

Marissa took a peek at Elizabeth. It would be nice if Elizabeth was her adoptive mother. She really wanted to call: Mom.

No, Marissa already calls Elizabeth mother in her heart.

When Elizabeth first came to take her to learn magic, Marissa was very afraid of Elizabeth, after all, Elizabeth was the principal of the Magic Academy.

The highest and most noble person in the college, facing such a person, Marissa is under great pressure.

But as soon as we met, the principal asked her to eat sweets, jelly, cakes and other various delicacies.

When she couldn't sleep at night, she would come over and tell her stories to coax her to sleep.

Because it was so happy to stay with Elizabeth, Marissa also liked Elizabeth deeply and was willing to do anything for Elizabeth.

After her parents died, no one treated her so kindly anymore.

Afterwards, Elizabeth guided Marisa to magic, and Marisa studied very hard. She didn't want Elizabeth to be disappointed by her.

Marissa's thin body also became healthy and energetic under Elizabeth's conditioning.

When they walked to a private house, Elizabeth took out a list and looked at it, making sure it was right here, and then knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the woman who opened the door saw Elizabeth, and immediately exclaimed happily: "My Lord Saint, you are finally here."

"Sorry for being late, how is your husband's injury?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"My husband Duncan, who repaired the roof yesterday, accidentally fell off and broke his left arm. He wailed in pain all night and was very pitiful." The woman said, wiping tears.

"It's okay, let's heal him now." Elizabeth said with confidence, wrapped around me.

"Thank you, Lord Saint, thank you, Lord Saint, if Duncan's arm has been bad, our family will not be able to make ends meet." The woman quickly thanked them and invited them into the house.

Entering the room, Elizabeth and Marisa heard the man's low and painful wailing.

Ma Lisha carefully observed this family, the living standard of this family is similar to that of her adoptive father and adoptive mother.

Most of the civilians in this world have no culture, so it is difficult to make too much money. Most of the civilians are hovering on the food and clothing line.

Injured civilians generally don't have much money to go to church for treatment. It's okay for minor injuries, you can spend a little money to treat, or let the wound heal slowly.

Severe injuries are very troublesome, and high-level restoration magic churches charge high prices.

Generally severe injuries ~lightnovelpub.net~Only nobles and merchants have money to treat.

Therefore, how valuable it is for the Saint Yelantir to use high-level healing techniques to treat the civilians for free, which does not know how many Yelantir’s families are saved from falling apart.

When they came to the room where the wounded was, Elizabeth and Marisa saw a middle-aged uncle with a beard, pale and wailing on the bed.

Duncan's left arm was completely deformed by the fall, and it was obvious that his bone was broken.

Fractures of this degree can be easily cured by Elizabeth with a sacred remedy.

But today, I brought Marisa over to let Marisa practice healing magic. Naturally, Elizabeth would not go for treatment.

"Malissa go over! You come to heal this uncle." Elizabeth said without a doubt.

"Yes, Master Principal." Although Marissa felt that such a serious injury could not be cured by herself, she quickly agreed to Elizabeth's order.