They all call me master

The indifferent voice was so loud in the silent surroundings.

And when everyone looked towards the direction where the sound came from, the afterglow of the setting sun happened to bypass the clock tower on Alta Square, and its dazzling light shone on the man wearing a black coat, holding an orange cat, with a gentle smile on his face. On the figure.

"Grandmaster!"

"Lord Kratos!"

Different names came and went.

Arthur lowered Pendragon to the ground.

"Wait for me here, don't run around!"

Saying such words, Arthur quickly stepped onto the ring under the gaze of everyone.

The organs were injured!

Arthur could tell at just one glance the serious injuries of Lord Dubois's nephew and Lord Bath's nephew.

Under the current standard of medical treatment in the world, with injuries like these two, there is basically no other possibility except waiting for death.

But the world in front of you has a 'mysterious side'.

"Do me a favor?"

Arthur looked at the doctor on the ring - he was a doctor wearing a cotton mask, hood and gloves. Judging from the crow's feet exposed at the corners of his eyes, he was already a middle-aged man.

However, he has extremely dark circles under his eyes.

Being able to serve as a doctor in the ring shows that the other party has a considerable reputation in Nanlos.

As for dark circles?

He should be busy with his own affairs besides the 'Swordsmanship Competition', right?

Just like him!

Arthur was certain that if the 'Sword Competition' was extended to a week, he would also have dark circles under his eyes.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the final championship game.

after?

He planned to take a good rest for two days, never going out, just sleeping.

"Of course, what do I need to do?"

The doctor asked very politely.

"You hold the hilt of the sword. When I slowly pour out the medicine, you need to pull out the sword smoothly and slowly. It must not be too fast, and your hands must not shake."

Arthur warned.

Although [Hand of Nothingness] can also do this, Arthur does not want to expose the fact that his [Hand of Nothingness] is different.

As it happened, there was a ready-made doctor right in front of me.

As a doctor, a steady hand is paramount!

After all, after experiencing the Holy Age controlled by the Holy See and the Silver Age controlled by the nobles, doctors gradually got on the right track in the Pioneer Age.

For example, after the "ignorant medical method" in which barbers and doctors were all the same, and they believed that bloodletting and laxatives could cure most diseases, and used hot irons to treat anal fistulas, most of them have been eliminated - of course, some places still have People who believe deeply, especially those who are suffering from hair loss, firmly believe that bird droppings can grow hair.

Most people understood this.

after all……

That is their or their only hope.

Who would blame a man for being superstitious about his bald head?

They and every hair on their head has a name!

"clear."

The doctor took hold of the hilt of the sword which was lodged in Lord Bath's nephew.

The young man's sword was lodged in his chest, and he was more seriously injured.

Arthur took out a healing potion produced by Amuir from the medicine bag of his coat, uncorked the bottle and slowly poured it around the wound.

Under the shocked gaze of the doctor, the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"concentrate!"

Arthur reminded the other person gently.

Anyone who faces the 'mysterious side' for the first time will be in a similar state. Arthur has long understood it, so he is not angry, and he also controls the flow rate of the liquid.

"good!"

The ring doctor immediately nodded and began to slowly draw out his sword.

Very stable, not the slightest tremor.

No unnecessary wounds were made.

The medicinal liquid is also slowly seeping in.

When the spilled blood touched the potion, it immediately began to form scabs, blocking more blood from oozing out. It was obvious that although Amuir was unreliable most of the time, the potion he made was quite good.

‘You can entrust her to make more in the future, just in case you need it. ’

Arthur was thinking in his heart. When the ring doctor pulled out the long sword completely, he immediately poured out half of the liquid in the test tube, and poured the remaining half into the mouth of the lord's nephew.

Looking at Lord Bath's nephew, whose wounds were scabbed and breathing steadily, Arthur nodded secretly.

His goal was half achieved.

There is one left.

Arthur's sudden voice naturally had his own purpose.

Except for the necessary XP.

That is, Arthur still needs an 'admission ticket' to the 'Nanlos Noble Circle' - a knight's title, which is a noble recognized by the public, but it is not very useful in the Nanlos aristocratic circle.

Arthur knew this very well.

What Arthur knows better is that if he wants to enter this closed, ancient, rigid and dirty circle, he will need to spend more time, energy, and...

Hold back the nausea!

Arthur was naturally a little resistant to this.

But if he wants to obtain the inheritance and mysterious knowledge possessed by these nobles, he must not be afraid of getting dirty.

As for being tougher?

As long as the Nanlos family is not dead, Arthur will remain calm.

However, Arthur's luck has been pretty good lately——

When Lord Bois's nephew and Lord Bath's nephew both fell to the ground, Arthur knew that his chance had come.

Although the two young men could not inherit their uncle's title, as noble children, even if they became wandering knights, they were still incomparable to ordinary people.

And with this life-saving grace, when the two families hold salons and banquets again, Arthur will definitely be among those invited to attend.

Similarly, when Arthur holds salons and banquets, he can also invite others.

Don’t underestimate such salons and banquets.

This is what is called a ‘circle’.

A kind of ‘protective film’ that blocks most people’s promotion channels and allows a small group to enjoy more resources.

When the order is chaotic, this membrane is of no use. As long as you are hard enough, it will break with a poke, and at most it will bleed.

But when the order is complete, this membrane becomes high and hidden in the light, making those who look up unable to open their eyes.

Time passed by, and when Lord Dubois' nephew became breathing steadily and was out of danger, the people in Alta Square once again applauded the young 'spiritual medium'.

Arthur nodded around.

Then, he looked gently at the two young men still lying on the ring, and said in a slow voice -

"Have a good rest, it's okay, everything is over."

"Thank you, Lord Kratos."

The two of them thanked each other, and Arthur smiled and motioned for the stretcher to go onto the ring.

There was no persuasion.

There is no guidance.

Compared with the common people, these noble children are arrogant and will not accept the kindness of others at will.

Of course, because of this arrogance, Arthur is not worried about his own rewards.

Whether or not the two learned a lesson from their near-death encounter, that payoff never changes.

After watching the two noble sons being carried off the ring, Arthur also jumped off the ring and hugged Pendragon who was waiting beside him.

But at this time, the ring doctor walked over quickly, bowed and saluted, and then asked in a very low voice -

"Sir Kratos, do you think people can be resurrected after death?"

Arthur listened to such questions, still maintaining a smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly.