[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

As a close minister of Louis XI, Mr. Olivier really took advantage of this trust.He was originally a barber, but later he became the governor in charge of the important affairs of the castle, and then he became an earl, and he was sent to Ghent.Not only the king's hair, but even the king's bills are taken care of by him. This honor has really made him proud for a long time.

However, recently, he found that he was showing signs of falling out, and the reason was Louis XI's body.The king is no longer young, has suffered cerebral hemorrhage many times, is easily angry and suspicious, and trusts doctors more than others.Dr. Jacques Courttier took away the honor that originally belonged to Mr. Olivier because of this, which made him feel unwilling, so he made many inquiries, trying to find a doctor who stood on his side to fight against Jacques.

The conversation with the king on the tower today made him even more vigilant. As soon as he heard about the whereabouts of the Egyptians, he couldn't wait to visit the legendary Doctor George.No matter what the other party asked, Mr. Olivier was confident that he could give it.Even if he can't do it, isn't there still a king.

Mr. Olivier's calculations were ringing, and he felt that there would be no surprises in this wooing. After introducing himself, he said confidently: "I think you have already understood the purpose of my coming here."

Ace leaned against the door, and said slightly mockingly: "Of course, what else can you do when you come to the doctor?"

"However, I'm not the one who needs your treatment." Mr. Olivier said, carefully observing Ace's expression.It's a pity that the hood covered the upper half of the face, and the lower half seemed to have been burned, the skin was covered with scars, nothing could be seen. "Take the liberty to ask, what kind of disease are you good at diagnosing and treating?"

Ace took a look at him, knowing his mind.The man in front of him is obviously of ordinary background, but he is wearing luxurious clothes, and the arrogance on his face cannot be concealed. The patient implied in his words is obviously the master behind him: "Is there any difference in what you are good at?"

"Of course! I know you are a good doctor, but a good doctor doesn't need to be able to treat too many diseases, he only needs to be proficient in one or two things." Mr. Olivier said, "So we have to make sure that your The treatment must be useful to the patient."

Ace raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You know I've been around for a long time?"

"A long time—probably since you were at Lyons."

"More than a year is really amazing. You have paid attention to me for so long, but you don't know what I am good at?" Ace said sarcastically, stepping away from the door, "If you only occasionally heard that there is a doctor here, Then please go back quickly."

Having said that, he knew that Olivier would definitely stay.It is not a secret that there is a doctor among the homeless, but Olivier must have worked hard to find them in the short time they entered Paris.

But Olivier said that he has been following him for a long time, and Ace would not believe it at all.Olivier himself is obviously not sick, and he is completely serving the people behind him, but if the other party's condition is very critical, even for the sake of taking credit, Olivier will try his best to "invite" him to Paris. There is no need to wait so long for more than a year; and if the other party's condition is over, there is no need for Olivier to spend a lot of effort to pay attention to Ace.So he knew that his situation must not be long, and something must have happened recently, which prompted him to rush over immediately after learning the news about him.

Ace's guess was absolutely right.Although he has always wanted to find an opponent to suppress Dr. Jacques, Olivier only recently learned about Ace.He has heard about Ace's medical skills, but he has no idea what kind of patients he has treated and what he is good at.

Mr. Olivier is certainly not a fool to be able to climb from a barber to the position of an earl.He thought about it, then lowered his posture and said: "I'm sorry, I just recently found out that there is such a highly skilled doctor like you, so I don't know what you are good at. Let me describe the patient's situation to you ——He is an old man, 60 years old, with a gloomy and suspicious personality. From the perspective of astrology, he is probably related to Pluto... He has been in poor health since a few years ago, and he had several cerebral hemorrhages. You have a bad temper, and you have to have a doctor by your side to open your mind. Do you have any treatment for such a patient?"

With the light magic currently mastered by Ace, as long as it is not the natural aging of the body like a priest, or some family genetic problems, the treatment of any disease is not a problem.He weighed it and nodded simply: "No problem. But, I need to see the patient."

Mr. Olivier breathed a sigh of relief and his expression eased.However, he suddenly thought of a problem—the current state of the king obviously needs doctors more than barbers. Even if he can successfully squeeze Dr. Jacques away, who can guarantee that Dr. George will not stand against him? Woolen cloth?

He hadn't thought about this before, but once he thought about it, he was not so urgent about introducing "George" to Louis XI.With a more tactful look on his face, he said, "It's no problem, but you know, that lord's identity is not ordinary..."

Ace raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, did he want to repent?

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to keep a secret—whether your name or your history." Mr. Olivier had an idea in his mind.To be on the safe side, he doesn't know how good this doctor is, what if he can't cure Louis XI?Let the king hide his name and meet with this doctor George. If he can't be cured, he has nothing to lose; mr.

"You know, in such an environment, it is difficult for others to trust you." Mr. Olivier thought that the business was very secure, and he spoke arrogantly, "a quack doctor who treats a group of Egyptians, What noble person would give you such a chance? I beg you to do me this favor. If you succeed, you will have a fine house and a lot of livres. If you fail, I will not disclose your identity to others, but will introduce you to other businesses, what do you think?"

"..." Ace couldn't help but feel incredible: "Are you threatening me?"

God of Creation, this was the first time in his life that he heard threats from others!Even Emperor Odin, who fell in love with him at first sight but was severely rejected, never dared to threaten a magister!Does this person know what he is talking about! ! ?

"I didn't say that." Mr. Olivier had a sly look on his face, and his eyes with drooping eyelids looked particularly sinister. "I just said, if you are willing to obey my command..."

Ace almost laughed at him.When those threatening words came out, he never imagined that Ace could move his finger and let him go to God.

If Olivier was a magician, Ace would have taught him a lesson unceremoniously.But in the face of such a person, even if he was taught a lesson, Ace felt that he was demeaning.

He magnanimously decided not to argue with Olivier, and said calmly: "I don't seem to need your help anywhere, on the contrary, you need me. If you don't think it's necessary to have me, then please go out quickly, and I will Waiting to tidy up the room."

"You don't need my help!" Mr. Olivier exclaimed angrily. "Yes! You don't seem to need me. On the contrary, I need you very much. But if you don't want to be needed by me, I will Meet the musketeers and guards around the king..."

Ace really laughed out of anger this time.He mocked: "So, if I don't cooperate with you, you plan to drive us out of Paris?"

"Perhaps the gallows is waiting for you," said M. Olivier haughtily.

"Your conditions are really good, I can't help being tempted." Ace suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly, "However, I think, before going to see the patient you mentioned, you have to first cure your disease."

"What's wrong with me?"

Ace stared at him, and in just a few seconds, Mr. Olivier's appearance quickly degraded in his left eye, and he quickly found a suitable starting point: "Two years ago, your hair was still very thick Bar?"

Olivier couldn't help being a little surprised: "It's true."

"But in just two years, the number of it has been reduced by half compared to before." Ace said in a pitiful tone, "Do you think that this is a natural development when you get older, or that you lose your hair because you think too much about it?" ?”

"It's almost like this." Olivier was even more surprised.As a hairdresser, he has always loved to weigh his hair, but since two years ago, it has become less and less. Apart from using these reasons to comfort himself, Olivier can't think of any other reasons .

But since the doctor said so... Maybe it's not what I guessed, but because of some disease?

Seeing that Olivier's face became suspicious, Ace's voice became more compassionate: "In two years, your hair will become less and less, just like your life..."

He stopped suddenly, but Mr. Olivier became anxious: "My life? Dr. George! Please tell me frankly, do I have some strange disease?"

Ace smiled at him: "Don't worry, it's not without a cure—but, are you willing?"

--A few days later.

Mr. Olivier's youngest son noticed that his father had been losing a lot of hair recently and was always absent-minded.That night before he went to bed, he saw his father sneaking towards the stable with a small lamp in his hand.

Out of strong curiosity, little Olivier followed.

... Then standing by the window of the stable, he saw with his own eyes his respected father paste a piece of horse dung on his head.

...God's leggings! ! ! !