Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

"It's me, Hao Te, and... a friend."

The yard looked even worse than it looked outside.

The place was surrounded by debris, and the shaky thatched house had already lost a large part.

Following the source of the sound, Ethan found the other person in a haystack.

This was a young man about the same age as Hao Te.

He was pale and thin, and weak. It was a pity that his unusually tall body was now only a skeleton.

He was leaning on the haystack at this time, looking at Ethan with a vigilant face.

Ethan glanced at his right foot buried in the grass, thinking that the injured position should be there.

Seeing this scene, Ethan had already believed most of what Hao Te said.

"Friend?"

Hao Te had no friends, except himself.

A trace of doubt flashed in York's eyes.

"Hello, I am Hao Te's friend and a doctor. If possible, I can take a look at your wound."

York was stunned. He first glanced at Hao Te, and seeing that he looked wooden, he turned his eyes to Ethan.

Meticulous hair, handsome face, exquisite clothes, extraordinary conversation, and most importantly, several badges hanging on his left chest, one of which is a pharmacist badge representing a doctor.

"Are you a doctor?"

York asked suspiciously.

Ethan smiled slightly, and did not answer directly, but drew out his wand, waved his hand, and the wound on York's chest had been sutured.

The bloody wound was like an opened purse, revealing the red inside, and now the purse was finally zipped up.

"Hey, are you really a doctor?"

York's eyes flashed, but then became dim.

"My situation, Hao Te should have told me, even if you are a doctor, it's useless."

"How can you know if you don't try?"

Ethan lifted the weeds and took a breath of cold air when he saw the scene in front of him.

York's right foot was twisted downward strangely, forming an inverse right angle with his calf. The ankle was swollen, and there were bruises caused by the binding, and in the middle of the calf was a shocking sharp tooth-like wound.

Judging from the scab on the wound, it must have been at least two or three days.

"How did he get injured?"

York lowered his head with a gloomy look.

Hot on the side sighed and said, "This is the work of the Axe Gang. They knew that York had the best ability to escape, so they set up a trap first and deliberately lured York into it."

"Axe Gang? The group of people in the arena?"

Ethan's eyes turned cold. Looking at the scars on York's body, the other party was indeed cruel and ruthless.

Werewolf Hot nodded.

"The leader of the Axe Gang was once a member of the Brotherhood. With the support of the Brotherhood, he committed crimes in Triumph City and oppressed the good. We poor people have been suffering for a long time."

At this time, York explained.

"Are you saying that the Axe Gang and the Brotherhood are in cahoots with each other?"

Hearing this, Hot thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Not necessarily. The Axe Gang is probably just a bully. The Brotherhood doesn't take them seriously at all."

Ethan remained silent. Even if they didn't take them seriously, they should still take care of them.

"Okay, let's cure York's wounds first."

"But the curse of 'God's Disarmament' can only be lifted in the church, and we don't have enough money."

"So, you're lucky to meet me."

Ethan took out a clean towel from the badge, rolled it into a long strip, and motioned York to bite it.

"It may hurt a little later, you have to bear it, understand?"

Seeing Ethan's suddenly serious face, York nodded woodenly, biting the towel in his mouth even tighter.

From Hot's narration, it can be seen that York probably stepped on the mechanism set up by the enemies in advance while running, and his right foot was bound by the mechanism. The huge momentum made his body out of control, and his right foot was directly dislocated.

Ethan first reached out and touched the joint of York's right foot.

The joint is intact and the ligament is not broken, so it is undoubtedly dislocated.

"The process of removing the God's Disarmament is very complicated. If you are not careful, you will end up disabled. So don't move around later, understand?"

"Yes..."

Ethan saw that he looked a little scared, so he said to Hao Te: "Hold his hands later, don't let him move around."

Hat nodded and said, "I know."

"Crack!"

As Ethan twisted, a crisp sound occurred directly at the joint.

One pull, one turn, one push.

"Crack!"

A series of crisp sounds.

"Woo~"

York bit the towel and shouted hysterically in pain.

Even Hao Te behind him began to feel sorry for him.

But when he saw York's feet, he was extremely surprised.

"This, this, this... God's Disarmament is removed?"

Ethan let out a long breath, looking at the unbelievable expressions of Hao Te and York, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"This, this... It's fine???"

York cried with joy.

You know, a person who is hit by the "Disarming of God" will most likely become disabled.

But now Ethan's miraculous medical skills have completely conquered the two.

"Doctor... I."

York choked up.

It is a pipe dream for a disabled person to want to linger on.

Ethan's treatment is tantamount to giving him a second life.

At this time, York, who had thought for a moment, broke free from the help of Ethan and Hott, knelt on one knee, covered his heart with his left hand, raised three fingers with his right hand, faced Ethan, and said solemnly: "I, York Adrian, am willing to follow Mr. Ethan from today, unswervingly, and never betray."

York's move scared Ethan.

His action was a standard noble knight's salute, and the meaning of this series of actions was that he was determined to follow Ethan until his death.

Putting aside the question of whether Ethan would accept it or not, the other party's standard action that was smooth and flowing was like a rigorous training.

"Mr. York, you are injured, sit down quickly."

Ethan wanted to help York up, but the other party's action was very firm, without any shaking.

"York's lifelong dream is to find a master who is worth his life. You saved his leg, which is to save his life. It is indeed worth his following."

The noble's following ceremony is a very troublesome etiquette.

If someone offers you a loyal following ceremony, then he will have only two endings.

Either live on your knees or die on your knees.

In other words, if Ethan agrees, he will have one more follower, and the other party will become his subordinate.

But if he refuses, then York's only fate is to draw his sword and commit suicide.

"This..."

"York was once a nobleman, and because of some things he chose to fall and wander. Although sometimes he is very rigid, please believe me... he is really a powerful person."

Ethan no longer hesitated at the moment. The noble following ceremony was something he had learned in school.

He put his left hand on his chest, and his right hand pressed on York's dirty hair without hesitation.

"I, Ethan Moore, accept York Adrian's following!"

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