It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 56
by adminChapter 56: The Threat in the Dark
Grett was summoned within half an hour.
Magical research was commonplace, but mage apprentices were not. In a Mage Tower, only a handful of mage apprentices were trained each year, and in bad years, none at all.
Gelman Lawmaster, whose research had hit a bottleneck, was happy to summon the newly appointed mage apprentice, at least for a change of pace.
After confirming Grett’s qualifications, Gelman Lawmaster immediately upgraded him to the mage apprentice level.
— A new mage robe.
— A single room in the Mage Tower.
— Paper, pens, candles, and a full set of personal toiletries.
Even the doorman, holding five silver coins in his hands, looked terrified as he tried to return them to Grett, claiming that the mount of a mage could be stored in the tower for free and shouldn’t be charged for…
Although he didn’t take the money, Grett still maintained a good mood all the way. As he entered the city, returned his horse to the barracks, and then went back home, people kept greeting him:
“Little Grett, you’re back!”
“Little Grett, this robe… you’ve become a Lawmaster?”
“Little Grett, congratulations!”
Grett answered with a smile all the way. It was already late, and the wooden houses on the side of the road started to light up with twinkling lights.
Grett reached his doorstep and was about to turn around and take out his key to open the door when someone suddenly rushed out from the side alley. He bumped shoulder to shoulder with Grett, who took half a step back, exclaiming “Ouch”.
The person who ran into him also said “Ouch”. He took a bigger step back than Grett and almost fell. He then lifted his eyebrows, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and a dark fist was raised:
“You–“.
He suddenly stopped, looked at Grett’s robe, and stared fixedly at the staff pattern on the cuff for a moment. Without a word, he turned and ran.
Grett quietly looked at his cuff.
So, becoming a mage apprentice had this benefit. Not bad, not bad.
Grett hummed a tune as he entered the house. The person who bumped into him ran a long distance, and seeing that no one was chasing him, he went around to the tavern. At the back door of the tavern, a man with a drunk face was waiting. Seeing him arrive, he asked:
“How is it? Did you hit him?”
“You want to kill me! — That kid, he’s a mage apprentice!”
“A mage apprentice?” The drunk man was startled. “Are you mistaken? He just went to the Mage Tower a few days ago!”
“How could I be wrong! The kid was wearing a long robe with a staff embroidered on the cuff. I saw it clearly!”
The drunk man pondered. The man who bumped into him extended his palm, spread out his fingers, and pointed them directly at the drunk man’s face:
“Give me the money!”
“You want money without doing the job? Go ahead!”
“You didn’t say that the kid was a mage apprentice! — If you want money again, I’ll report you to the City Guard for attempted murder!”
“You!”
The two of them started fighting. Grett was completely unaware of this. He first went to the barracks to report that he had become a mage apprentice and that he would be staying at the Mage Tower from then on. Then he went to the War God Temple to inquire about the progress of making surgical instruments.
… It wasn’t finished yet. And it looked like it would take another ten days or half a month…
“It’s going to take this-long-ah…”
Grett sighed so hard that his lungs were about to burst.
“But I’ll be staying at the Mage Tower from tomorrow…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw your mage robe, congratulations, congratulations.” The bald-headed bishop laughed heartily:
“Since you’ll be staying at the Mage Tower all the time, let’s practice the treatment process again!”
“No, I have to go home…”
“You’re staying at the temple tonight! I’ll send a carriage to the Mage Tower tomorrow morning!”
Grett’s objections were ineffective. The bald-headed bishop reached out his big hand, grabbed him by the robe, and carried him like a chicken to the back hall.
Grett was busy at the temple all night. The next morning, when the War God Temple sent a carriage to take him out of the city, he was completely asleep in the carriage, unable to even open his eyelids.
As a result, he did not see two people pointing at the carriage from a distance outside the city gate, their faces cold and sinister.
He also didn’t know that a middle-aged woman went to the City Lord’s mansion that night, tears streaming down her face, and she cried and made a fuss:
“Roman is your son too! The temple is putting him in confinement, and you said there’s nothing you can do. You said you can’t do anything about a peasant boy who harmed him!
Are you still the City Lord of Hartland? Do you still have him in your heart!”
“Don’t shout so loud. Roman’s identity, it’s not good to shout it out.” Viscount Joan, the City Lord, drooped his eyelids and replied slowly.
“That kid… he’s a mage apprentice now.”
“He hurt Roman! My Roman! His hand is broken!” The middle-aged woman became even more excited, and her still-beautiful face was distorted in a roar:
“You said he was a City Guard, then you said the War God Temple valued him, you just wouldn’t let me get revenge. You dragged it on and on, and now he’s become a mage apprentice! I finally found someone to beat him up, but they didn’t dare!”
“You found someone to beat him up?” Joan City Lord suddenly raised his eyelids:
“You fool! Do you know why the City Guard is protecting him? Why the War God Temple values him? He cured an injury that the bishop couldn’t cure! A healer, you shouldn’t offend if you don’t have to!”
“But my Roman…”
The woman cried sadly. Joan City Lord sighed, patted her arm, and gently comforted her:
“If it’s for Roman, you shouldn’t go after that kid. — Do you know what that kid has been doing lately? He’s building something, he said it can heal Barron’s hand.”
“Barron’s hand?” The woman immediately stopped crying. Barron Knight’s archery skills were second to none in Hartland City, but he had injured his hand three years ago and couldn’t use a bow. “That peasant said he could heal it?”
“The War God Temple’s message said he could.” Joan City Lord sighed:
“So, bear with it for a while, don’t go after that kid. If Barron’s hand really gets healed, I’ll go to the Spring Water Temple and ask them to release Roman so he can get his hand treated. No matter how strict the temple is, they can’t stop someone from getting medical treatment, right?”
The woman gradually stopped crying. After thinking about it, she felt a little panicked:
“What if he refuses to heal? Before, before…”
Before you requisitioned him for the search, before you grabbed him and took him to the temple, everything was something that would offend people. What if the peasant held a grudge and refused to heal?
That’s why you shouldn’t have tried to beat him up…
Joan City Lord wanted to sigh again. However, the lover was his, and the son, even though he was illegitimate, was also his. Roman was the only knight among the illegitimate children, and he was quite likable, so he should still take care of him.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” He spoke softly, comforting her:
“If Barron’s hand doesn’t get healed, forget about it. But if it does get healed, I’ll ask the War God Temple for help. With the temple and the City Lord’s mansion, that kid, dare he refuse to heal?”
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