As soon as Gretel walked down the foot of the mountain, his companions gathered around him and asked eagerly. Gretel lowered his head, feeling a little frustrated:
"Master Herman said, let me listen first..."
He lowered his head and recounted the negotiation process. To his surprise, all of his companions were very excited, especially Captain Cullen and the young priest John. Captain Cullen was well-informed and was the first to offer comfort:
"This treatment is already very good. Little Gretel, you don't know how many children of noble families in the city are not qualified to enter the Magic Tower to observe!"
“And tuition is free!”
The young pastor valued this even more. He even cited the experiences of his companions to comfort Grete:
"In our temple alone, there are many descendants of nobles and knights. Because they cannot afford to learn magic, they can only come to the temple to practice!"
Can't you afford to learn...magic?
Grete forced a smile. The tuition for auditors is free, but you need to bring your own materials to copy spells. You don't have to pay extra to listen to Master Hermann's lectures. You can ask his disciples for advice. God knows whether they will be willing to give advice without paying.
When eating, he could lower his face and only eat black bread. He travels between the city and the mage tower every day. Is it possible to run on two legs?
Everything costs money.
The original monthly salary was only 5 silver coins. When I had enough to eat, I could only buy burlap clothes.
Gretel was filled with sorrow, but he did not dare to express it, lest Uncle Karen and the others would become worried. He rode into the city with the team and walked toward the military camp. He observed the streets in the city along the way, and the more he looked, the more worried he became.
The city guard's barracks is near the north gate. Gretel and the others entered from the west gate and walked around half a circle. Although the streets they walked through were not the most prosperous, they were not considered very popular. However, as far as Gretel could see, both sides of the street were dilapidated.
The wooden house has drafty doors and windows and is crooked.
The woman's skirt was piled with patches. Gretel saw a six or seven-year-old girl in a wooden house, holding on to the door frame and looking out. When he saw him looking over, she shyly shrank back, and then quietly poked her head in.
The hem of the girl's clothes was in tatters and could only cover half of her thighs. The younger boy was playing in the corner with his bare buttocks...
In the bakery at the corner of the long street, almost all the bread on display is brown bread.
There are no paving stones on the streets, there are no sewers on both sides, and there are no public health facilities. Garbage is piled up in disorder, sewage flows across the street, and horses' hooves step on them, leaving a mud pit every step of the way.
Black, yellow, and yellow specks of mud kept splashing up. Gretel didn't want to think about what was in the mud.
One word, poor.
Gretel had no idea how much money he could earn to support himself in such a poor city.
I hope the military camp can be a little more helpful... No, even if it is helpful, it has nothing to do with him. How can it still give him a promotion and a salary increase?
From now on, if he stays in the mage tower every day, it will be good if the city guards don't fire him.
Grete was filled with anxiety and followed Captain Cullen into the military camp. The original owner still had a picture of what the military camp looked like. However, after actually entering, he was still a little shocked:
The size of Hartland City's city guard is not large. There are only about 200 people, which is not as large as a county public security bureau in the previous life. Of course, God knows whether the population of the small town can catch up with a county in the previous life;
It's not too small to say the least. After all, 200 people gather, train, and fight in this venue every day. Gretel has already seen how capable the knights are in the Roman knights. The place is small, and it really isn't enough for them.
…
For example, right now, two knights were fighting in a training ground that was larger than the school playground. The roar of weapons clashing could be heard from half the training ground. Captain Cullen immediately stopped:
"The captain and Knight Ciro are fighting! Our squadron leader is also here, let's go over there..."
There are 200 people in the city guard. There is one captain, Stephen Nolan, a level 7 knight. The four squadron leaders are all knights. According to the warrior level, they are level 5 upwards. Grete vaguely remembers that the original body’s father
Before he died in battle, he was also the squadron leader of the city guard.
As for old warriors like Uncle Karen, whose strength has never been able to break through the knights, and who are getting older and their bodies have begun to decline, they can only continue to be squad leaders...
The squadron that Cullen's team belongs to, the squadron leader Flynn Knight, looks to be around thirty-five or six years old, which is in the prime of life. After listening to Captain Cullen's report, he glanced in the direction of the Temple of the Fountain Goddess and sneered:
"What do they say? - Do you think our city guards are just bullying?"
Gretel felt relieved. Knight Flynn waved him forward and asked with a smile:
"Have you mastered the art of healing? Do you want to learn magic? How many times a month?"
"Master Gehrman allows me to go every day." Grete answered honestly. After speaking, he hesitated for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face:
"Captain Flynn, can I...can I ask you to..."
"What?"
Flynn Knight asked with interest. Gretel tried hard not to blush:
"That's right, I have to go to the Mage Tower to read a book these days and I can't participate in the patrol. Can you... don't deduct your salary for the time being..."
Not working for a long time, not taking paid leave, but still wanting to receive salary, this was something that had never happened in Gretel's previous life. He was so embarrassed that he hesitated and finally finished his words, but he heard Flynn Knight burst into laughter:
"Little Gretel, you...you!"
Gretel was stunned. Knight Flynn laughed, even tears came out of his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it:
"You're actually worried about salary deductions! Silly boy, you, you...hahahahahaha!"
This burst of laughter was astonishing. The two knights fighting on the field were also distracted. Knight Ciro was slow to block and was knocked away with a bang!
"ah!!!"
The soldiers who were watching screamed. A group of people ran inside. Gretel had only run a few steps when he heard someone yelling:
"Pastor! Call the pastor!"
The tone was urgent and stern. It was exactly the same tone as when family members shouted "doctor" in the emergency department in the previous life.
Grete quickened his pace even more. He rushed into the crowd, looked through the cracks in the crowd, and his breathing suddenly became tight.
The wounded man was curled up on the ground, his lips were blue, and his hands were reaching for his chest. His eyes were as wide as goldfish eyes, and he opened his mouth with force, sucking in air as if he was about to be suffocated. The veins on his neck were bulging like earthworms, and they were huge.
Sweating profusely and struggling hard.
This is……
"Take off his clothes! Take them off quickly!"
Without him having to say a word, the soldiers beside him were already ripping off the clothes of the injured. It was almost the consensus of the soldiers that trauma patients should take off their clothes as soon as possible to facilitate treatment by priests. As soon as the clothes were taken off, the injured area entered the eyes.
, Gretel immediately frowned.
The chest of the injured person was unnaturally twisted. The ribs were broken, the chest wall collapsed, and the skin was pushed up diagonally by bone stubble. What was even more dangerous was that the right side of the chest was unusually full.
The distance between several ribs has obviously widened. With each exhalation and inhalation, the collapsed part of the right chest sometimes sinks and sometimes emerges.
Combined with the previous appearance of blue lips, distended carotid arteries, and difficulty breathing, Grete immediately thought of one word: