It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

"Have you heard? Knight Barron's hand is healed!"

"Have you heard? The knight who injured his hand three years ago and can no longer draw his bow has his hand healed!"

"It is said that it was cured by the God of War Temple?"

"It seems that the bishop cured him..."

"Oh, you are so ill-informed! - I heard that it is cured by a little guy. The bishop has to obey his orders and do whatever he says..."

The news that Barron Knight had recovered from his old injury spread like the wind in Heartland City. Those who have been injured themselves, those whose relatives have been injured, those whose treatment results are not satisfactory... no matter whether they are warriors or not, everyone is tempted.

Even the city lord, Viscount Joan, summoned Knight Barron once and asked about his treatment process in detail.

Three days later, the bald bishop wrote to Gretel asking if the Roman knight's hand could be cured.

the answer is negative.

no doubt.

"He refuses to be treated? He actually refuses to be treated!"

The Roman knight roared in the room.

He was imprisoned in the ascetic chamber just for the sake of it. Within two days of the gift being delivered, the great priest of the spring goddess released him: the kind of place where there is no light and no sound, and even the person who delivers the food does not speak, it is below the tenth level. After staying with the knights for half a month, one of them went crazy.

Even so, he was not allowed to leave the temple, or even the apse, and could only reflect alone in a small room. If his mother's letters hadn't arrived frequently, he would have gone crazy.

"I want to kill him - I must kill him! Yes, write a letter. I will write a letter now and ask my mother to send someone to kill him!"

It can be said that this mother and son have a good understanding. The middle-aged woman, the mother of the Roman knight, was also roaring angrily in the city lord's palace at this moment. This time, she couldn't even maintain her superficial demeanor. She walked around in the small reception room of the City Lord's Mansion and threw the furnishings all over the floor:

"A pariah is a pariah! I am already magnanimous enough. As long as he cures Roman, I will not care about him. How dare this despicable guy not treat him! I will kill him! I must kill him!"

"I didn't mean it..." City Lord Qiao An sighed. There was a stack of letter paper spread out in front of him, which was written by Gretel to Bishop Ares. The handwriting was dense and the drawings were detailed. Except for the fact that the picture makes me dizzy just looking at it, it is full of sincerity and informative.

There are so many tendons in the palm, how many times thinner than the tendons in the wrist, and how many delicate instruments are needed to prevent the treatment from getting worse. In that letter, the description was clear, both written and drawn.

The bald bishop probably had the idea of ​​​​eliminating the disaster for Gretel, so he forwarded the letter to the city lord in its entirety without even deducting a page. Even if Viscount Qiao An couldn't quite understand, he could still read between the lines:

They really couldn't do it, it wasn't because they held a grudge against Roman and deliberately stood up.

The mistress in front of me, or the angry mistress, was still making a fuss. Viscount Joan held his forehead in disgust:

"What are you going to do to kill him? - He won't leave the mage tower at all!"

The middle-aged woman choked. No matter how unreasonable she is, she also knows that the Mage Tower cannot be moved casually: even if she is in charge of her son's knight leader, has a few third- and fourth-level warriors in her hands, and can mobilize hundreds of peasant soldiers, this kind of power cannot be used in front of the Mage Tower. It's also a joke.

"I-I don't believe he will never come out!"

"Don't do it!"

Viscount Joan slapped his hand on the table. After yelling, he quickly calmed down and tried to persuade his mistress:

"That kid is a healer! A healer! Even the Bishop can't do anything about Knight Barron's injuries. He can cure them with just one move! How many people do you know who are counting on him to heal? How many people do you know, if they get hurt in the future, they wish they had someone there? Such a person?

——If you find someone to kill him and the matter is revealed, even I won’t be able to protect you! "

"That - but -"

"There is no but! There is no but! For Roman's injury, let's find another healer, the archbishop, the high priest! No matter what, you are not allowed to do anything!"

The middle-aged woman cried hard and left in frustration. As soon as he got on the carriage, he immediately put away his tears and gritted his teeth and said to the housekeeper outside the carriage:

"Check! Check that untouchable for me. I don't believe it. I can't find any place to start!"

When the hostess spoke, the housekeeper did not dare to neglect and immediately hired someone to investigate. However, after searching around, I really can’t find where to start:

Gretel is alone, her father died young and her mother disappeared without a trace many years ago. The only people who could be considered acquaintances in the city were his father's former colleagues; however, to go to the city guards to attack Gretel, he was crazy!

"Madam...this..."

The butler stooped lower and lower. Creaking, you can feel the bones ringing. Ouch, my old waist... I have to go to the temple to worship some other time. Although I can't afford the money for treatment, I can touch a little holy light during worship, which can make people feel comfortable for a few days!

The middle-aged woman's face became increasingly gloomy. She shook the fan gently, opening and closing the feather fan, closing and opening it again. The bright red kodan sank deeply into the feathers, as if trying to strangle the enemy's neck. There was a "click" and the fan bone was broken. The woman suddenly said:

"That pariah is a healer?"

"yes."

"The divine inspirer of the God of Nature?"

"This...he said it himself...but it must be true! Whether it's the city guards or the temple guards, many people have heard it!"

"Then why has he never gone to church?"

The housekeeper was speechless for a moment. The middle-aged woman suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in the room, her tone becoming more and more urgent:

"That's right! That kid either stays in the Mage Tower or hangs out with the people from the God of War Temple. He has never worshiped the God of Nature in so many days! He has never been like those priests who always talk about 'The God of Nature'. For God's sake, he never says such things!

He, the divine enlightener, must be fake! "

"But, the God of Nature...does not have a temple in the first place..."

"The absence of a temple does not mean that there is no religious order! The worshipers of the God of Nature walk in the streets. It is difficult to find them in the upper city, and it is also difficult to find them in the slums!

If it really doesn't work, just find a hill outside the city, and if you build a ring of stones, you will definitely be able to squat down with the members of the religious group!

——The untouchable relied on healing skills. He first went to the Temple of the God of War and then sold it to the city guards, but he never went to see anyone from the Natural God Cult. This divine enlightenment person of his is a sham and he has a guilty conscience! "

Click, click, several crisp sounds in succession. The bones of the feather fan were broken to pieces, and even a large piece of feathers on the fan was torn off. For a while, the room was filled with green and golden pieces, flying in pieces. The woman stepped on the floor loudly, her tone was excited and her eyes were shining:

"Go to the Deistic Church! Tell them the news! - No church can tolerate fake divine revelations. That is disrespectful and blasphemous! Let us pass the news over, and the Deistic Church will definitely kill that kid! "