Power does not necessarily represent justice, but it certainly represents responsibility.
The mage slept for half a day, and when he woke up, the sky was filled with stars.
The wound on his chest wasn't deep, just a few crisscrossing marks that looked a little scary. Brand looked up from the bed and saw a bald old man changing the dressing on his chest. Seeing that the mage had woken up, the bald old man seemed to heave a sigh of relief.
" Sir, your wound has already started to scab. It seems that it will heal in a few days with bandages…You are really lucky to have such a sharp cut. If it was any deeper, I'm afraid that even Palast wouldn't be able to save you…"
The bald old man was talking about the God of Physicians. The statue was made of grass and leaves in his left hand and a snake staff in his right hand. Almost all the doctors in the world believed in this kind god who was famous for saving people.
"How is George? Marcus and Pique…Did they find Pique?”
Perhaps it was because it was rare to see such a human figure, the bald old man could not help but be a little stunned.
"Bick…his body has been torn to shreds by a demonic beast. Marcus is still in a coma, and Mr. Mayor is fine. As for George's arm fracture, it's not too difficult to treat…"
Hearing this, Brand sighed and corrected the doctor,"" That's a magical beast…a creature that has been demonized. Luckily, it didn't run into town."
The old physician did not know much about the difference between demonic beasts and demonic beasts. In any case, as an ordinary person, he did not have the opportunity to come into contact with these creatures that were not to be trifled with. Making a living in the sea and in the mountains were actually similar. Whether it was the waves or the beasts, they could all swallow the weak humans, including their bones and skin.
At this time, George came in with a large cup of warm eggnog. The old doctor thought for a moment and nodded. George then went forward to help the mage up and sit against the bed. He drank the wine made of oily eggs, white sugar, and milk in small mouthfuls.
After drinking half a cup of eggnog, the mage's spirit recovered quite a bit. George was relieved to see this. Just as he was about to say something, the mage interrupted the mayor and said,"
" Alright, alright. I'm not an old master from the city. I'm not that noble. Your little tiger is injured too. Why don't you take care of it?"
"Sir!" George said awkwardly," That kid is sturdier than me. He should be fine. You're a mage. You should be resting well after such a serious injury. Look, this happened just after we arrived in town…"
Brand laughed. He felt a bit of pain when he pulled on the flesh on his chest. It didn't seem like his grimacing smile was very nice.
" Now I know what teacher meant. Indeed, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. But I almost lost myself in the first step. My standard is too bad, my standard is too bad…"
Knowing that George was feeling guilty, Brand deliberately made a self-deprecating joke. How could George not understand the mage's good intentions? He immediately added," What Sir says is always right. Sir is a wise sage. However, I think Sir, you should recuperate before going out."”
It was obvious that he had misunderstood this foreign proverb, but Brand was too lazy to correct him. He only nodded to show that he understood.
Seeing that the mage had basically woken up, the bald old man whom George called Doctor Forian left after a few words with the mayor. Brand vaguely heard him say things like " not too much blood loss "," the wound has been treated ", and " just too tired and needs to rest ".
Feeling tired, the mage chatted with the mayor for a while more before falling asleep again. The battle with the magic antelope had almost exceeded Brand's limits. His body and mind had been greatly exhausted. On top of that, he had sweated all over when he went up the mountain, and the mountain wind had made him catch a cold, so he could not hold on any longer.
The mayor carefully covered the new owner with a blanket and quietly left the room.
As the mayor of a private fief, he was not appointed by the government. It could be said that the mayor was actually the agent of the owner of the fief, the steward of this fief. However, Master Andal had never cared much about mundane things. After finding George to be the mayor of this town, Master Andal became the lord of the town. This incident was really his disciple's debt.
George had been an officer sent by the government and had served as the captain of the guards in the academy for several years. During this period, because of his father's injury, George had asked for help from Master Andal, who happened to be conducting research on some magical plants. Therefore, he and the senior doctor who participated in the research helped to treat Old George's chronic illness. Although there was no way to treat his broken leg, at least he did not have to suffer from pain every day. George, who knew that he had no way to repay Master Ander, voluntarily gave up his bright future in the army and insisted on becoming the mayor when Master Ander got the fief of the town. Ander, who was fond of George Town's filial piety, was naturally happy to accept such a reliable middle-aged man.
Pique's family needed to be comforted. The town's treasury had also received a lot of deposits from the trading firm due to the upcoming fishing season. It was necessary to give appropriate compensation. The boy at home was injured, so he probably couldn't go out to sea during the fishing season. Fortunately, his left hand was injured, so he could still write and calculate for the fishing boat in town. As for Marcus, dragging the big guy down the mountain didn't exhaust George to death. However, he didn't dare to leave him there and call for someone to carry him. God knew if the demon beast would come back again. Although he had brought the man back, he was still unconscious. George was still a little nervous when he thought about the danger of the battle. Fortunately, the summoned creatures and magic of his new master were very reliable. Otherwise, five lives would have been lost in the back mountain.
After a dreamless night, Brand, who had finally recovered his energy, seemed to have seen Caterina in a trance.! Illusion, it was all an illusion. Why was he thinking of this housekeeper on the second day of his trip?!
"Sir, are you still unwilling to get up?! Your bones will go soft if you lie down for too long."
It was the girl's voice. Brand quickly got up and pulled his wound again. Fortunately, it did not hurt as much as yesterday. The mage focused his gaze and saw that it was indeed Caterina, who was wearing a black dress, looking at him angrily.
"Ah! That, Nana, let me explain…This time, the townspeople were attacked by a ferocious beast. God knows how a demonic antelope appeared."
The mage's words did not satisfy Caterina. The girl knitted her delicate eyebrows and said," Whatever you like. Anyway, you always like to do dangerous things and never tell anyone. It was the same last time, and it's the same this time."
Looking at the girl who was clearly on the verge of going berserk, Brand felt a little guilty. He did seem to be in the wrong?! Eh? In the wrong?
It took her a lot of effort to explain this matter. Caterina temporarily let go of the head of the family who promised to be careful next time. However, it seemed that she was taking revenge on him. The girl dragged the powerless mage to the town for a walk, saying that she wanted to exercise.
Looking at Caterina, who had rushed over overnight after receiving the news of his injury and covered himself in dust, Brand felt a little touched. However, there seemed to be something on the girl's back. It might be a feather or a fallen leaf. Brand reached out to take it away, but the girl took a step forward. The mage's palm, which was not wide, landed on Caterina's buttocks.
The two of them looked at each other. Caterina stared at the mage with a murderous gaze and shouted in embarrassment,"" You…did it on purpose!!!"
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