I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

No one came.

A full week has passed, and during these seven days, Dr. Cyril's clinic has not welcomed a single patient.

Well, the unimportant passers-by who came to make trouble came one after another, making the bell in front of the clinic jingle, ding ding dong dong, almost losing its melodious crispness.

"Don't worry, yes, this kind of thing can't be rushed. I saw the sun outside, just in time, move the table to the open space, and enjoy afternoon tea in a happy mood, children?"

When the young boy who was just a handyman was more or less anxious, the owner of the clinic, Dr. Cyril, was still so calm.

It won't affect his mood if no one comes to the door, let alone those troublemakers.

The enchantment has been set up, even if the idlers wander around the original garbage dump for a whole day, they can't find the shadow of the clinic floating on the ground.

After solving this small problem, Cyril enjoyed his afternoon tea with peace of mind.

The tea in the afternoon tea was brewed by himself, and he used the high-quality tea brought from home.The dessert that is also indispensable in the afternoon tea is made by himself. Once the aroma of hot biscuits and cakes is baked, it quickly blends into the air and permeates the surrounding fields, stimulating the taste buds of the handyman.

If it is said that Giotto, who was a little worried before, was especially "not firm", and when he heard that very leisurely voice, he ran to drink tea as if he had forgotten his business, then G's will was extraordinarily firm. that category.

G never thought that he would be able to enjoy this kind of treatment that only aristocratic lords could enjoy in his imagination.

He has withstood the temptation, and still feels from the bottom of his heart that drinking tea and eating snacks in the afternoon when there is nothing to do-it is really too problematic!

Especially, after seeing that kid Giotto actually ask Dr. Cyril how to make good tea, G feels even more wrong.

"Giotto, why are you learning this? Is this kind of thing useful to us?"

In G's view, these seemingly pleasing behaviors are not what they should learn at all, because they are not practical at all.

It is impossible for Giotto not to have thought of this. He has always had more ideas than G, and he has thought more.

"You said it yourself, we are here to help, you..."

The red-haired boy hurried over, looked at the blond boy sitting behind the table, and the blond boy standing beside the blond boy, who was listening to the adults teach how to make tea.

He only uttered half of the words when he got to his lips, G's expression changed invisibly, and he temporarily put back the unfinished words.

He could probably admit now that this strange man named Cyril had no ill intentions towards them, it was just "strange".Swallowing the words back was also because he didn't want Cyril to misunderstand how much he had opinions on him.

But, here in Giotto—

"G?"

Giotto looked up, and what he met was his companion's extremely vigilant and reminding eyes.

With their tacit understanding, Giotto can certainly understand the meaning of G.

Sure enough, he was reminding him not to be dazzled by the novelty things that rushed to his eyes suddenly and unexpectedly, which he could not touch before.

G is probably still a little uneasy in his heart, but he can't think of what consequences he will get if he is really deluded, and he just subconsciously feels that it is dangerous.

Therefore, he could only follow his intuition and stop Giotto first.

"..."

On this fine afternoon, the two companions who had looked at each other inexplicably stopped talking suddenly, making the atmosphere of the table, which was originally full of warm atmosphere, slightly condensed.

It was at this moment that Cyril put down the teacup he had already picked up.

He didn't bother them rashly, but just let his eyes flick on the faces of the boys, and quickly retracted them without a trace.

"It's okay, G, you can also learn with me."

Interrupting at the right time, Cyril was full of smiles, as if he didn't see the self-esteem that was inclined towards inferiority in the young man's heart.

He didn't say any big words of reason, he just said: "These are all small skills, you only worry about learning less, not afraid of learning more. Any skill can be used, maybe when you will be able to use it Useful."

"Poor boys like us who haven't even seen tea before, how can we use anything..."

G was still dissatisfied, so he heard Cyril say, "Yes."

He raised his hand and pointed at the teapot still in Giotto's hand: "After I teach you, you will be responsible for my afternoon tea from now on. Okay, thank you very much, you can practice now oh."

"..."

"……Why?!!"

A certain gentleman who could have enjoyed his perfect craft without being tortured by two utterly ignorant beginners, chose to do so.

Moreover, apart from such a trivial thing as making tea, this gentleman seems to have started a weird hobby (or he deliberately finds something because he has nothing to do and is too boring), and he added the No need for "lessons".

He knows a lot of skills, as if he can teach anything.

In these days when the clinic is not in operation, the two teenagers who were basically uneducated before meeting Cyril fell into the busyness of learning various skills for no reason.

Cyril taught them to distinguish the various medicinal materials he brought back. Since it is necessary to distinguish, the function and effect of each medicinal material is very important, which also needs to be remembered clearly.

Then, he also planned to teach them to read and write.But what is a little surprising is that Giotto, who grew up in a slum where children can eat enough, clothe and warm themselves, is actually literate.

Giotto said that his mother, who died a few years ago, taught him to read.

It can be seen that the family background of the blond boy is not as simple as it seems on the surface.This is what Cyril saw when he first met him.

Although the boy's speech and habits are not perfect, these details can all prove that he has received a certain education, and his mother who educated him will not be an ordinary person, so he did not really grow up in a slum child.

However, Cyril, who is only an outsider, would not ask what happened to Giotto's family. Anyway, it is all in the past.

Now that there is a literate child here, Cyril can save a little trouble and leave G to Giotto to teach.

In the little time he was free from the plan, he would go out occasionally, and come back at night, full of dust and dust, and he did not know how far he had traveled.

Out of growing trust these days, even G didn't mutter to himself what the hell Dr. Cyril was doing all day.

At most, once in a while—very few times—maybe secretly thinking whether that gentleman could not bear the harsh environment here and the patients who would probably never be able to come to the door, and would run away home and never come back...

"Tsk, what am I thinking. How is this possible."

As soon as this idea popped up a little bit, G himself felt that it was ridiculous, so he quickly pushed it back.

That's right, he has been completely convinced, and he no longer has any doubts about the perseverance of Dr. Cyril, the "Holy Father" of the same style as Giotto.

Anyone can leave in a mess with no future, only Dr. Cyril, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave the clinic that has not yet recruited patients and run away.

G thinks so, not to mention Giotto.From the very beginning, the blond-haired boy had very firm confidence in the doctor, although he hadn't yet reached the point where he believed what the other party said, and did what he told him to do without hesitation—no, in fact, it's not much worse!

In this way, the teenagers started their busy lives, not like the odd boys at all, but like the younger generation picked up by the owner of the clinic and carefully taught.

The days filled with various skills and knowledge just passed by like a breeze, without any ripples except for the dead leaves that had been abandoned.

however.

When the teenagers who were obsessed with studying suddenly woke up and realized that the time had passed extremely fast and they had also undergone considerable changes.

"—crunch."

Before the bell on the door was impacted and jingled, the door of the clinic, which was so quiet that it was about to fall to dust, was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Huh? G, wake up and don't sleep."

"Well...what, there is finally a patient—hey, Dr. Cyril, it's you."

Well, yet another disappointment that was once hoped for.

Since this is commonplace, the disappointment is only slightly small. The two teenagers guarding the door of the clinic either stood up, or waved their hands lazily, as if to greet Dr. Cyril who came back from the door. .

"Thank you for your hard work."

Cyril, who had changed into white clothes since he started working as a full-time doctor, walked in.

His body seemed to still carry a strange aura from afar, submerged in the faint scent of flowers filling the room, but it soon lost its imprint.

After entering the door, under the slightly suspicious eyes of the teenagers, Cyril walked to his desk, but did not sit down, but just picked up something on the desk after a short pause, and turned around to face They: "Haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry?"

Giotto and G: "Ugh."

"No... not hungry?"

Although it was in a hesitant tone, they were really not hungry.Giotto was bored, so he borrowed Dr. Cyril's cooking tools to make a lot of biscuits. The two of them ate them all afternoon, and they were almost exhausted.

"That's just right." Cyril, who came in a hurry and was about to leave in a hurry, said as he walked towards the two teenagers who were puzzled.

Snapped!

He put his hands on the shoulders of the teenagers lightly, one on each side, as if he wanted to use this posture to support and encourage them: "Get ready, I plan to plan a free clinic, and you will come with me."

"... Free clinic?"

"Well, since we can't gain the trust of patients, let's take the initiative. As long as we let everyone know that we are not liars, the clinic can continue to operate normally."

He only bent down for a while, and let the teenagers go, and then went into the pharmacy that was probably really ashes, and took out a long bag that could be slung across his shoulders.

Such enthusiasm broke up the long leisurely time in the consulting room, and the figure of Dr. Cyril suddenly became radiant.

but!Wait a minute, one more question!

"No, that Dr. Cyril, free clinic, the word means—"

"It is a free non-profit voluntary diagnosis. After all, it is publicity. To make a name for our clinic, it is necessary to do some pre-publicity."

"...Doctor, I think, even if there is no free clinic, we are not far from being unprofitable, right?"

"Interesting point, but, dear G."

Dr. Cyril carried his medicine bag on his back, and showed a rather inscrutable smile: "You still misunderstood, although the consultation fee I charge is not limited to real money, it may be more precious than money. It cannot be said to be free.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Giotto, who didn't need any additional explanation from him, took the initiative to follow up: "Doctor, I'm here to help you get your things, thank you for giving us the opportunity to listen in. Come on, G, don't be long-winded. "

G: "...I didn't! But, but, it's almost evening, isn't the time right?"

The red-haired boy was full of suspicion, but he still followed, but he was still whispering.

That's right, as soon as Cyril came, he asked them if they had dinner, which meant that it was getting late.

The three of them procrastinated for a while, and each of them brought a full package. When they went out, the afterglow of the setting sun was already falling on their feet.

G's question is very normal.

If you really want to promote it, why not choose it during the day when there are many people?They are going out now, and it won't be long before it gets dark.

And Cyril didn't answer him directly.

"These days, you are all staying in the clinic and not going outside, right?"

"Well, yes," Giotto replied. "When you were away, we were worried about patients coming, so we kept guard in the clinic. What's the matter, doctor?"

"Is that really the case? Well, it's not too late to know now."

The meaning of Cyril's whisper is still unclear.

Although the blond youth deliberately slowed down his pace in order to match the young man's footsteps, he still walked a little faster than the two young men as an adult.

The sky really darkened on the way forward.

The glow smudged the low clouds in the sky, turning it into a bright red like fire, and then, it seemed that someone had smeared it with pitch-black ink, and the blazing flame was covered in darkness, showing a turbidity.

An adult leads two dwarfs, and this combination walks in the narrow and dark flat streets of the slums.Even though he was in the darker and thicker darkness, he seemed to be walking against the wind. The leader's always upright body was enough to bring a little light into the night.

Cyril's expression calmed down unknowingly, no longer the soft smile from before.

"Is there a well near where you used to live?"

"Yes, the people who live in that area draw water from that well."

"Okay. So, what I'm going to tell you next is..."

With hurried steps, ignoring the sudden exclamation that erupted during the process, the three quickly arrived at the destination of the "free clinic".

There is not much difference from other buildings in the slums, and the same old buildings stand directly in front of the line of sight.

But the difference from other buildings is that this building is independent. Although the appearance is old and there are cracks on the wall, there are many exquisite details.

There, it turned out to be...

--church.

—the only church in the slum.

Even though they vaguely guessed a little bit on the road, when they saw the church with their own eyes, the expressions of Giotto and G couldn't help but change for a moment.

They froze for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, the blond young man who was walking in the front had already walked in first without a pause.

The two teenagers hurriedly followed, and returned with rather complicated moods——this place that was not unfamiliar to them at all.

This church may have been glorious a hundred years ago. The hall inside is quite spacious. After passing through the outermost eaves, visitors have to go through a long corridor to enter the real interior.

At this time, no sunlight could pass through the already dim colored windows on the high ground and fall to the ground in front of the cross.

The candles against the wall had just been lit, the light was not particularly bright, and the enlarged shadows cast were still flickering on the faces of the two people who were talking face to face.

And as soon as the three of them came in, before they could clearly see the layout inside, they first heard a voice that was deliberately lowered and appeared to be extraordinarily soft and gentle:

"...I would like to introduce you to a trustworthy doctor. He told me that he is very willing to help the lost people who have fallen into pain, and he does not charge a consultation fee."

"Really! Oh, God, I can't believe it."

The tired but excited voice came from the elderly priest who was facing the door.

With the convenience of the angle, the three of Cyril could see the wrinkled face of the old priest, and the expression of gratitude that couldn't help showing on his face would not be missed.

"I believe you, venerable sir, God will bless you and protect that kind doctor."

"Haha, that's too polite, venerable priest. In fact, I have already told my friend in advance to try to arrive at this time."

Opposite the priest, the man with whom he had a good conversation——

Only the back is reflected in the eyes of those who came later.

However, it is too easy to recognize.

The man's white hair is particularly recognizable. He still hasn't changed back to the original magician's attire, but the freshness that made the eyes of acquaintances shine seems to have not completely dissipated.

"Ah, just in time, my friend is here."

As if it was discovered at this time, together with the priest's curious gaze, the white-haired man turned sideways and cast his gaze on the blond young man who was walking towards them.

It is also just right.

The magician's gaze, which was a little softer than candlelight, turned, and as expected, fell into the calm green eyes that were also looking up at this time.

"You're here."

Merlin smiled.

It seems to be the most normal greeting between friends, but the implication may be:

--You're here.Sure enough, you are here, and I knew that you would definitely come.

"Thank you."

Cyril only said this sentence to Merlin, two short words.

Probably not indifferent, but he did want to skip this step for the time being, and settle the business before him first.

"Hello, doctor with a kind soul, your friend should have told you about the previous cause..."

At this moment, the old priest walked forward overjoyed and held the blond young man's hands tightly.

"Yes, it was precisely because I learned that such a terrible thing had happened that I was obliged to come here." Cyril said.

"That's good, that's good, may I ask, doctor, your—"

If it hadn't been for a temporary discovery of something strange, how long would this old man, who has a bad memory and can't help talking too much, hold Cyril's hand and talk for a long time.

The reason why he stopped was because the priest's eyes turned sideways unexpectedly, and unexpectedly, he saw two familiar faces.

The old priest was taken aback.

Pushing the single piece hanging on the bridge of his nose, he made sure that he didn't have presbyopia to see the wrong person. He subconsciously said in surprise: "Giotto? Gatling? Where have you two been all this time? I heard that, You were taken away by a liar or weirdo who claimed to be a doctor, in short, an extremely dangerous man, why today... eh?"

As he spoke, the old priest seemed to be startled again.

Then, a look of disbelief emerged.

Doctors, weirdos, many people have heard of liars who claim to be doctors... He came back to his senses and realized with great difficulty that the "weird, dangerous person who may be a liar" in his mouth has a huge meaning. possible--

It was the blond youth whom he was still thanking just a moment ago.

For a moment, the old priest's hands froze, and he really didn't know what to say next.

"You are mistaken, Father Joel."

Giotto first explained: "It is true that G and I followed Dr. Cyril and helped him. But Dr. Cyril is not a liar as others say. Really, I really want everyone to know the truth."

It's a pity, so far, except for him and G who have seen it with their own eyes, no one believes it.

However, the blond boy took a few steps forward, earnestly staring at the old priest who had been trying his best to take care of them all these years, hoping very much that this respectable priest who was rare in the slums could make him feel warm, and could trust him.

"This……"

The old priest still hesitated.

Obviously, he really didn't expect that the doctor who was introduced by the gentleman he thought he could trust turned out to be someone who many people thought was a liar.

The original underground bar has changed owners, and now it is a clinic. Although Father Joel is in the church, he has heard the rumors.

The doctor who opened the clinic claimed that he could not pay for the consultation, but asked for something of value that the patient had.

However, this is not the most important thing.

What scares everyone is actually the location of the clinic.Anyone who has been in the ghetto for a while knows what a speakeasy stands for.

So everyone is afraid and worried.

When Father Joel heard these rumors, he didn't fully believe them, and he was more worried about the two children who were said to be taken away by the strange doctor.

As a result, the "missing" children reappeared at unexpected times.

From their words and demeanor, the hesitant priest came to a conclusion that shocked him so much that he didn't know how to deal with it...

"Your Excellency, I am ashamed. One of the purposes of my coming here contains selfishness. In fact, I want to prove myself."

After accepting the suspicious gaze for a while, the blond young man with slightly downcast eyes raised his eyes again.

He smiled, exactly as his "friend" had described him to be gentle, courteous, dependable and humble.

However, the next moment.

"If the situation permits, I would also like to introduce myself in detail. But, now—"

"Please do not delay any longer."

Said the blond youth with sharp green eyes and dignified.

"Where is the young man who was infected with the disease, please let me go."