A horse-drawn carriage is approaching and is about to hit him.
The exclamations of passers-by, the screams of the child's mother, the smoke and dust billowing from the wheels...
In Gretel's perception, all this was played back frame by frame like slow motion.
Gretel instinctively rushed forward. The carriage rolled closer and closer to him, and the dust kicked up had already hit his face - and he stretched out his hands forward as hard as he could, and his fingertips were only one and a half meters away from the ignorant girl.
, one meter, half a meter——
brush!
A figure came first and rushed past him. Gretel was pulled back by the man, and his whole body changed from rushing forward to falling backwards, and he fell heavily!
"Ouch!"
Gretel cried out in pain. His back hit the ground and he slid backwards, his head turned gray and gray. In his busy schedule, Gretel tried his best to raise his head and saw a figure in gray clothes rolling past like a storm, leaning down to pick up the girl.
The man's movements were extremely flexible. He held the girl with his left arm, and stretched his right arm to hug the galloping horse. He turned over, rode directly on the horse, and reined in the horse:
"Oh - good boy, stop! Stop!"
The horseman stood up and neighed, then stood up slowly. Grete smiled bitterly:
"teacher……"
He reluctantly pushed himself up, rubbed his back with his backhand, and found that the fall actually didn't hurt. It seemed that he was thrown out by Elder Erwin? Did he think he was in the way and causing trouble?
"Just... just stay by the first-level trumpet and don't go up to cause trouble?"
Grete murmured in a low voice. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a whip cracked and suddenly exploded in front of him:
"Get off!"
The servant driving the carriage picked up the whip, whipped it forward, and whipped it forward. There was another person on the horse, the carriage shook violently and then stopped, and the hostess screamed in the carriage - what is this? This is hitting him
It’s about the job!
Besides, the man who stopped the carriage was covered in dust, not silk. This kind of untouchable man, who would cause trouble at the slightest moment, must be beaten decisively!
The whip was drawn out with a violent sound. Elder Erwin didn't even look back. He caught it with his backhand, followed by pulling and shaking:
"Get down!"
"ah--"
Amidst the long screams, the arrogant servant couldn't help himself and rolled out of the car.
The carriage shook again. Grete, who fell to the ground, could only hear another exclamation from the carriage, followed by the woman's sharp questioning voice:
"What's wrong? Robbie!"
"Madam!—The carriage is being robbed!"
The servant rolled to the ground and shouted. The people in the carriage exclaimed:
"What!"
A plain white hand lifted the car curtain. The gemstone ring on his hand swayed in the sun. The light penetrated into Gretel's eyes, causing him to reflexively close his eyes. The woman heard a sharp voice:
"There are gangsters? What do guards do for food? Guards, guards!"
The sound of horse hooves was noisy. Two guards had already rushed the horses, but they did not dare to move despite the hostess's shouts. In front of the carriage, Elder Erwin dismounted, gently hugged the little girl, and touched the top of her hair:
"It's okay, go to your mother's place. Be careful next time!"
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Eva bowed and ran away. Elder Erwin straightened up, turned around with a half-smile, and faced the guard who was stiff and had nowhere to put his hands and feet.
"Ah, Elder Erwin..."
"Do you know me?" The elder raised his thick eyebrows slightly. "That's right, you should know me. - Last time, the sneaky one who said what little Gretel was like to me in the alley behind me was you, right?"
"It's not me!" the guard yelled, and fled as if he'd seen a ghost. The elder didn't give chase, but looked at the face of the woman in the carriage with his hands, until her face turned pale little by little.
He chuckled and asked:
"Your guards?"
"no!"
The woman denied it subconsciously. The elder looked at the emblem on her carriage, then at the family crest on the uniform of the escaped guard, and smiled casually:
"Hey, why are you so nervous? I haven't thanked you for recommending a good apprentice - Little Gretel!"
Gretel hurried over. The elder patted him on the shoulder and pulled him towards the carriage:
"Look, he is little Grete, my disciple. He was just promoted to the first-level priest yesterday, and his qualifications are really good. - Grete, say hello to Mrs. Deya."
Gee, the teacher is really shady... What's the difference between this and telling someone face to face, "I know it was you who harmed my apprentice, and my apprentice has a bright future"? Grete secretly admired her, and Grete nodded to her meaningfully:
"Mrs. Deya."
Mrs. Deya's face turned a little whiter, and she held the edge of the car window with her fingers, precariously. Seeing the two people turning around and leaving, her somewhat withered chest rose and fell rapidly several times, and she suddenly bit her silver teeth and screamed:
"Wait a minute!"
Elder Erwin dragged Grete and kept walking. There was a clang behind him, and Mrs. Deya climbed out of the car and rushed towards them:
"Roman! Roman's hand! Can you heal it!"
What? Grete was at a loss. Elder Erwin was already at his side, reminding him: "She is Roman's mother - the knight of the Spring Temple."
Oh... He's the one who had his thumb flexor tendon scratched by the Necromancer's cat. Gretel recalled his injury, then thought about his current healing skills, and shook his head decisively:
"Sorry, I can't cure it."
There is no microscope or special instruments for hand surgery, so I have to treat him with his head!
However, his thinking was interpreted by the woman as hesitation, and hesitation was interpreted as unwillingness to take action. With a bang, Mrs. Deya hurried over and opened her arms to stop Grete:
"Please! Please! I know Roman has offended you - we will never dare to do it again! Please save him! I will give you everything! Give me everything you want - this, this and this..."
Mrs. Deya fell to her knees with a plop. The gorgeous silk satin skirt was spread on the ground and was stained by mud. She didn't care about it. She hurriedly took off the ring, took off the bracelet, and pulled off the necklace. The jewels were full of jewels.
He held it in front of Gretel, his palms trembling violently, and the light of the gems was particularly bright in his palms:
"These are all for you! The carriage, the manor, whatever you want... Please save him, as long as you can cure him..."
Poor parents in the world... Gretel sighed secretly. With many years of medical experience, he not only did not step forward to help, but instead took a few steps back and shrank behind Elder Erwin:
"I'm sorry, I really can't cure your son's injury - my medical skills are not good."
"You know how to cure it, right?! You know it! You just refuse to take action!" Mrs. Deya screamed sharply. After a pause, her voice became sad and graceful again, like pear blossoms with rain:
"Please save him... How can you refuse to save him? You are a healer, a healer!... Please, I only have Roman, and he is the only one..."
...Look, this time it is a real seed of medical trouble. If he is not treated, he will make trouble, if he cannot be cured, he will make trouble, and if he spends too much money to cure him, he will make trouble... In comparison, it is still the case from the beginning.
If you don't treat him, you'll have the least trouble.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as first-diagnosis doctor responsibility in other worlds...
Grete took a step back with great vigilance and repeated again: "Sorry, I really can't cure it."
"What else are you telling her!" Elder Erwin finally had enough of the show and shouted. He picked up Grete and walked away. Behind him, Mrs. Deya's shout was long and plaintive: