It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 15
by admin“Hello, young healer.”
The cleric smiled and extended his hand. Grett raised his head slightly to examine him. The cleric was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, his eyes a clear blue like the spring water of the Spring Water Goddess. He wore a light blue robe with a dark blue woven silk belt, three narcissus flowers embroidered on the belt with white silk thread. According to the information in the original owner’s memory, this was the mark of a Third-Level Pastor.
His smile was gentle and warm, and he didn’t show any unusual emotion towards Grett, who was wearing a coarse linen smock stained with blood.
“I am Noah Donner, servant of the Spring Water Goddess. I’m pleased to meet you.”
Grett stretched out his hand to shake his. Halfway through, he realized his hand was still stained with blood. He was embarrassed and hastily retracted his hand. Cleric Donner didn’t mind, smiling as he watched Grett wash his hands and dry them before extending his hand again.
“Hello, I’m Grett, Grett Nordmark. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
As their hands met, Grett felt that the cleric’s hand was smooth and delicate, with only a few small calluses where he held a pen. His own hand, on the other hand, was rough and calloused from his original body. Cleric Donner seemed to notice this as well, his gaze dropped slightly before quickly lifting again, his smile still in place.
“I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier. And Knight Reiman—Knight Reiman, you should apologize as well.”
Grett followed his gaze. The knight standing beside him remained expressionless, the thorny rose on his breastplate shining brightly. His gloved hand holding the greatsword was removed, and several round blue sapphires formed a straight line in the center of the scabbard.
Hmmm… He wears plate armor; his breastplate has an insignia, different from the Temple’s insignia; and his scabbard has gemstones. Even if he was a Temple Knight, he wouldn’t be equipped with such good gear, so his family must be noble.
Maybe his rank is even higher than Cleric Donner—or at least his combat level is higher, like a Fourth-Level Knight or something. No wonder he’s so arrogant, not even bothering to respond when the cleric asked him to apologize.
Grett remained impassive. Cleric Donner’s smile remained, but his voice became slightly louder as he called out again.
“Knight Reiman!”
The knight, named twice, could no longer ignore him. His face remained stoic, but he took a step forward and gave a slight nod to Grett.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, what I did earlier was indeed easy to misunderstand.” Grett smiled brightly.
He was lucky, Grett thought. The knight had held back, not breaking his ribs or killing him on the spot. It was said that some unlucky colleagues in the past had performed a tracheotomy on a patient suffering from suffocation outside, only to be reported to the police by those who didn’t understand, and were publicly handcuffed…
Knight Reiman’s attitude was truly not good, but Cleric Donner didn’t care. Seeing the two of them reconcile, he turned around casually and gestured to the main table.
“Well, Mr. Nordmark. May I ask you to join me for dinner? I enjoyed your treatment earlier, and there are many things I’d like to discuss with you…”
His gaze then shifted. The whole scene had been quite a commotion, and Grett’s team members, including Pastor Johannes Littlejohn and Captain Kalen, who had just managed to hobble over with a crutch, had all squeezed out to watch the spectacle. Cleric Donner immediately spotted the young pastor, his polite smile unchanged as he extended his hand towards him.
“And this pastor from the War God Temple, please join us too.”
Pastor Johannes’ face froze.
He squeezed out, his head bowed, and stood in front of Cleric Donner, but he hesitated, unsure of what to say. Cleric Donner simply grabbed him and pulled him over, pressing them both onto the main table. Grett on his left, Pastor Johannes on his right, both seated beside him.
In contrast, Knight Reiman’s seat was lower than the healers’.
The farmer’s wife, along with several farm women, were busy bringing dishes to the table. The cleric’s utensils were his own, a silver plate, a silver saucer, a silver goblet, and a jeweled silver salt shaker. Grett and Johannes, of course, didn’t have such luxury. Each of them had a single clay bowl of mutton soup and a basket of black bread—
That was all.
The only favor granted was that the mutton soup actually contained bones with meat on them.
Grett didn’t feel embarrassed at all and buried himself in his meal. When he didn’t feel embarrassed, Cleric Donner, after a moment of hesitation, also recovered and smiled, calmly asking for two silver goblets to be brought out, pouring each of them a glass of wine.
The color was a rich red, the aroma intense and fragrant. Even though Grett didn’t drink in his previous life, he could tell at a glance that this was a fine wine.
… Very good, carriage, silk robes, silver bowls and plates, although they haven’t appeared yet, but the wine has already arrived?
Grett wanted to snort with laughter but managed to hold it in.
Knight Reiman, seated below him, couldn’t hold back. The cleric he was escorting, first disregarded his status and mingled with the lowly, then forced him to apologize, and now, he actually placed those commoners above him. One thing followed another, how could he possibly tolerate this?
He slapped the table and stood up abruptly.
“Sir! You are of noble status, how can you share a table with these commoners!”
The hall immediately went quiet. Grett was stunned. Pastor Johannes, sitting opposite him, lowered his bread and his face slowly flushed red. Cleric Donner, however, after a moment of surprise, returned to normal, and his response, though still gentle, was firm.
“Don’t say that. We are all healers, all servants of God.”
“He’s a healer, of what kind?!” Knight Reiman’s tone grew even more agitated. He stood up from the table and looked down at Grett.
“He hasn’t used a single Healing Technique so far. And I’ve never seen a pastor’s apprentice like him in the city!”
Grett opened his mouth to argue, but suddenly found himself speechless.
He knew his “healer” status was a bit of a sham. His medical skills were real, but his Healing Techniques were given to him out of thin air, the divine inspiration and all… were all his own fabrication. Now he was being questioned.
And he did remember from the original owner’s memories that no pastor appeared out of thin air. They all had to go through years of learning, accumulating enough knowledge and piety…
In fact, he didn’t have time to defend himself. Knight Reiman stepped forward, his armor clanging, his greatsword drawn halfway, the light flashing into Grett’s eyes.
“Speak! Whose servant are you!”
“He is the Divine Inspirer of the Natural God!”
Several voices spoke simultaneously, from the platform, from the long table.
Grett’s heart sank. He turned to look at his team members, wishing he could retract their words. But it was too late. Knight Reiman looked down, a sneer forming on his lips.
“Divine Inspirer? A Divine Inspirer who can’t use Healing Techniques? A Divine Inspirer who can’t even heal his own companions?”
Before the words even left his lips, he unsheathed his sword with a clang, pointing it at Captain Kalen, who was leaning on his teammates with a crutch.
“Prove your divine grace! Or else—you are a blasphemer!”
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