"Okay then, I will reluctantly carry you to the doctor." Witte crossed his hands on his chest and said in the same arrogant tone, "But if you are convinced that I am the lord, I don't know what you will do.
What’s your reaction?”
The young man was stunned after hearing this, but he didn't want to lose face, so he closed his eyes again and said loudly: "I don't believe you are the lord. If you really are, then you can punish me for my rudeness at will."
Of course Werther didn't want to punish him. Although he was a little angry at his attitude, when he saw his uncomfortable appearance, he felt that it was more important to save people.
He picked up the boy and walked out of the big house. After coming out, he breathed in the fresh air and felt more comfortable.
Now he was filled with doubts. Why were there no lamps in that house? The fabric of this boy's clothes was quite high-end, and he called himself young master. He must have come from a wealthy family. Why did he live in such a dilapidated house?
Is there anyone else living in the house? What was the boy sad about in the first place?
"Hey, I want to know..."
"Don't ask anything."
Just as Werther was about to ask the first question, he was interrupted by the young man. His voice was filled with complaints: "My affairs have nothing to do with you, why are you asking so many questions?"
"Then I won't ask too many questions," Witte said. "I just want to know now, is there anyone else living in that house? Have the people living there encountered any other difficulties? If I need my help, I will do my best.
To help.”
"No one lives there now." The boy replied, "This is the house that our family used to have a long time ago. Now that our relatives have moved to other places, the place has gradually become empty. My parents and I live in a house in Yemu Town.
In a smaller manor than this one."
"So that's the case. If that's the case, then I won't go in to see it again."
"It has nothing to do with you in the first place." The young man said unhappily.
Werther curled his lips after hearing this and continued to carry him forward helplessly. It was really tiring not to be able to use magic at this time, and the area was deserted. He had to walk at least a thousand meters to find a place with people.
"Oops, my shoulder hurts so much." The boy bared his teeth and his voice became much softer, "When can I find a doctor?"
He was not very familiar with Night Town, so he could only carry him to Daybreak Town to find Ivan. He thought that if he got to the ranch closest to here, he might be able to borrow a cart from the rancher and push the boy to Ivan.
If I remember correctly, Ivan went to a house on the street for medical treatment this morning. The location was a bit far from the ranch, but this is the fastest way now.
When he arrived at the ranch, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
"I can sweat even in such a cold weather, thanks to you." He couldn't help but tease the young man behind him.
The young man puffed up his mouth angrily, but he knew he was in the wrong and didn't say anything.
Not far away, the rancher's sons and daughters were busy, and Werther shouted to them: "Hi! Long time no see, how are you?"
They raised their heads and saw Werther's figure. They came over happily and greeted him: "Your Highness, why are you free to come to us today? Our father is not at the ranch today. If you have anything, you can come to us directly."
At this time, they saw the boy Werther was carrying again, so they asked in surprise: "Who is this trembling person behind you?"
"He is the person I rescued. I would like to ask you to borrow a cart to take him to
In front of Ivan, Ivan asked him to diagnose and treat him. But is he trembling?" Werther was extremely confused. From just now, the young man has always looked arrogant, and he has not been seen trembling.
"Yes, he is shaking more and more. Your Highness, do you want to borrow a stroller? I will get it for you. The stroller we have here is very easy to use. You can push him to the destination quickly.
land."
"Your Highness, you look a little tired now, why don't I get you a glass of milk."
"Thank you." Werther smiled.
At this time, he felt that the boy behind him was shaking continuously, and it became more and more obvious. He couldn't help but look back, and all he could see was the boy's hair.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel cold?"
"I'm not cold, I'm scared." The young man's voice was full of fear, "They called you His Highness the Lord, and now I believe you are the Lord. I treated you so badly just now, you don't really want to punish me, do you?"
"Haha, it turns out you are afraid that I will punish you." Werther said with a helpless smile, "I don't have time to punish you, I just want you to do something, but let's wait until your shoulders are healed."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to help three people and do three good deeds after you recover from your injuries." Werther said, "How about that?"
"Of course, no problem!" the young man said immediately, "I like to do good deeds the most. Although I am usually willful, I have a good heart."
"Haha, how do you prove that you have a good heart?"
"You can ask my neighbors, everyone knows that I am a kind person."
"Okay, I believe you for now. Then don't forget about this~"
Soon, the rancher's son pushed the cart over: "Your Highness, here it is, you can see how it goes."
"Wow, it looks great!" Werther looked at the clean and comfortable cart in surprise and asked, "You even specially laid it with hay."
"Yeah, I'm afraid this boy will feel uncomfortable sitting on it."
"You are so thoughtful." Werther gently placed the boy on his back on the cart.
Only then did he see the young man's appearance clearly. He had blond slightly orange hair, eyes the same color as his hair, a frail temperament, and was wearing a blue suit and a black cloak.
The rancher’s daughter also brought two glasses of milk: “Drink some, both of you.”
"Thank you." Werther smiled, took the cup and started drinking.
"Thank you, girl." The boy took the cup, smelled it carefully, and showed a surprised look, "Does the milk here smell so good?"
"It tastes very good. If you don't believe me, try it." said the rancher's daughter.
"Oh, I'll drink it now." The boy took a sip, and then he was even more surprised. He drank up the whole glass of milk.
"How do you feel now?" Werther asked.
"I feel very good now." The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Take me to the doctor quickly. Also, what should I call you, Your Highness?"
"Just call Your Highness."
After saying goodbye to the rancher's children, he pushed the young man towards the direction of Ivan.
The cart was easy to push, and in less than twenty minutes, Werther pushed him to the place where Ivan was visiting.
It happened that Ivan came out of that house and told an old woman: "Just change the dressing twice a day and it will be fine. He is not seriously injured. There is no need to worry too much. Please pay attention to others."
Hit the water."
"Thank you, doctor." The old woman said gratefully.
Werther pushed the cart in front of Ivan. He turned around, saw them, and opened his eyes in surprise: "Your Highness, why are you here? Who is this person?"
"About an hour ago, I carried him out from the big house in the wilderness in front. His shoulders and feet were injured. Please help him take a look." Werther said to Ivan, and then looked at the young man,
"He is the doctor in my castle. He is very skilled in medicine. He will help you."
Ivan asked the boy: "How do you feel now?"
The boy looked up at Ivan and said, "My shoulders and ankles hurt so much."
"Don't move yet, let me take a look." Ivan checked the injury for him, and then said with a frown, "You are seriously injured, and the things in my medical kit are not enough now. Why not go to the castle, I
I will treat you carefully."
"Castle?" A look of surprise appeared on the young man's face, "Okay, okay, I also want to go to the castle to see it."
Werther raised the armrest of the stroller again and said, "Then the three of us go back together."
After arriving at the castle, they carried the young man to the sofa, and Ivan treated him carefully.
"The bones in your arm seem to be a little cracked." Ivan frowned and said, "It seems that the arm that was already slightly injured was hit by a heavy object, causing the bones to crack."
"Ah, could it be that chair!" Werther said in surprise, "When I was holding up the chair, I felt that it was heavy enough to hurt someone."
"Yes, it was the chair that hurt me." The boy lowered his head slightly and sighed softly, "Who made the chairs in my house so heavy? When I was sad, I accidentally pushed the chair over and my arm was hit.
It’s hurt. In fact, our family no longer lives in that house. It’s just that I like to go there alone when I’m sad.”
"What is that chair made of?" Werther asked curiously, "Could it be stone?"
"Yes, that's right, it's just stone." The young man nodded, "There's also a layer of iron on the outside."
"That's really serious." Ivan nodded and asked, "Can you tell me what happened to your old injury?"
After hearing this, the young man lowered his head, bit his lip, and then turned his head away without saying a word.
"I'm sorry, don't say it if you don't want to say it." Ivan smiled and comforted, "As long as you let me help you with treatment, your arms and ankles will be fine in a few months."
Only then did the young man look at him, his tone a little lonely: "The slower, the better."
"Why?" Ivan asked in surprise.
"Because I don't want to help my family run those shops." The young man started biting his lip again, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you. I am the son of the owner of the clothing store in Yemu Town. My father is getting old and wants his children to help him run the store.
.But several sisters in my family all married to other towns, and they were unwilling to manage the shop, so my father planned to let me run it."
"Isn't this nice?" Werther asked, "Do you think you don't like it?"
"Yes, I don't like it." The boy raised his head with firm eyes, "Maybe you like running a store, but I want to be a teacher."
"Huh?" Werther was stunned, "Teacher?"
"Yes, I want to be a teacher. I have thought about it since I first entered school ten years ago." The young man's eyes were serious, and one could really feel his determination.