When we arrived at the hospital in the north of the city, it was already dark.
In order to prevent the accident from happening again, Salt returned to the warehouse and mobilized five guards who had transferred from the legion to the caravan. The medical shop in the alley in the north of the city was already crowded with guards holding sharp blades.
With the assistance of an assistant, a doctor in a black linen coat was using a sharp knife to clean the rotten flesh on Ron's arm. During the day, in a hurry, Art only used a dagger to cut out most of the poisoned rotten flesh. However, if the poisonous pieces of meat continued to remain on Ron's body, Ron would have no hope of saving his life.
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, quietly turned his head and glanced at Art, who was being bandaged, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, is this method of yours really feasible? I think in order to save this little guy's life, I'd better cut off the entire arm, even though one arm is missing. But maybe there is still a life left. The treatment method of digging out the minced meat to detoxify is simply fantastic. "
Matt ignored the doctor's words. As soon as he entered the door, the old guy took a quick look and concluded that Ron must be amputated, otherwise Ron would definitely die.
At understood what the healers said, and this was indeed the best treatment option for most healers. But for a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, losing an arm is tantamount to death. Art will never let anyone take off the arms and legs unless it is absolutely necessary, so he forced the doctor to boil the knife in boiling water and then cut off the poisoned meat bit by bit for Ron.
"You just do what I say. Remember, you must clean up the rotten flesh and drain out the pus and blood, apply the herbs I brought, and then wrap the wound with boiled and dried cotton. The rest is left to God."
The doctor felt that these treatment methods were simply heretical, but looking at the strong guards in the room holding swords, axes and hammers, he had to swallow these words and did not dare to disobey them.
In the dim room of the hospital, Jafar watched with shock as Art directed the doctors to treat Ron. This method of treatment was not unfamiliar to him, because in his hometown these medical skills to save people were common, and only those who claimed to be saints would believe in the power of religion in such matters.
"Sir Art, are you really not a Knight of the Holy Order?" Jafar raised the question again.
Matt patted the guard who bandaged him to indicate that he could leave. After there was no one else around him, he raised his head and replied to Jafar: "I am indeed not a Knight of the Holy Order. I was once a Holy Order soldier and participated in the Holy War. And if I guessed correctly, you were once a Mamluk cavalry, right? You don't have to lie to me, I don't have any hostility towards you."
Jaffar simply stopped hiding and whispered: "I was the bodyguard of Emir in Syria. My master was killed and fled here to wander."
Jaffar was secretly surprised. It turned out that Jaffar's identity was not only a Mamluk but also an elite in the army. No wonder this guy was so powerful in combat.
"What are you going to do next? I mean after you complete this job of mine."
Jafar frowned slightly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes, but he immediately The horse returned to its normal state again and replied: "The arena - revenge, then - wandering."
"The arena steward will definitely be on guard against you. I'm afraid you won't be able to take revenge that easily, but this is what you should do."
"Hmm~ As for wandering, I have different ideas. For a battle-hardened warrior like you, it is really a pity to compete with bugs and rats for food all year round. After you complete your revenge, if you are willing to continue riding on horseback, you can come to me in the south of Tynets County. I am the patrol officer of Tynets County. You can go to a hotel in the county called "Free Bison" to inquire about my whereabouts. ”
Matt wants to recruit such a warrior very much, even if he is a former enemy, but for such a person who is accustomed to wandering, Art will not be eager to ask people to join him.
Ja'far shrugged and replied: "If I am alive, I will consider it."
"Okay, I will wait for you." Art knew that Ja'far was not good at words, so he stopped communicating with him and closed his eyes to meditate.
After a while, Salt brought Raven to the hospital.
"Have you found out? Is there a traitor among us?" Art asked the two of them, because Art's whereabouts today were not mentioned to outsiders. After ruling out the suspicion of a few close followers and managers, only the caravan guards could eavesdrop on the information.
Sart and Raven both hung their heads deeply.
"Who is it?" Art said in a bad tone.
Raven slowly raised his head and replied: "It's a newly recruited guard of the caravan. This morning this bastard said that he lost something in a tavern in the city the day before yesterday and asked for leave to go out and retrieve it. I agreed without thinking much at the time, but the bastard never came back. When I counted the number of people just now, I found that one person was missing. When I asked the people around me, they said that the bastard went out to do something on my order~~"
"Sir, it's all my fault. I didn't carefully identify the guards when I recruited them, and actually let this bastard get in. I must capture this bastard and dig out his intestines!" Raven said through gritted teeth.
Salt turned his head and glanced at Raven, and said in an accusing tone: "That bastard must be hiding now. Where are you going to catch him? I'm just worried that he will let out what happened to us in the birch forest in the south. In that case, we will be passive, and Baron Bazel~"
Art waved his hand and said: "That's all for now. It's no longer useful, this kind of thing is inevitable. When you go back, you will strictly select and monitor the caravan guards again."
At said this, he turned his head and said to himself: "I just didn't expect that my opponent would use this trick directly."
"You want to kill me, but your sword is not that sharp yet!!!" Murderous aura rose in At's eyes.
"You go back and tell the caravan guards that no one is allowed to leave the warehouse without my permission. In addition, you must take good care of the goods. I'm worried that the opponent will attack the goods."
Salt and Raven had just left when Felix came back.
"Brother-in-law, Sir William has personally taken me to Sellankover Abbey to say hello. The monastery has agreed to let us send Ron to recuperate. The vice-chancellor personally met with Sir William and me, and he promised to prepare a separate house for Ron to recuperate, and will also send special monks to take care of Ron."
“Okay, Ron’s wounds have been treated, we will send him to the monastery immediately.”
On the afternoon of the second day of the assassination, under the personal interrogation of Bishop Olof, the Lucese Consul ordered the whole city to search for the assassin of the palace knight Art Wood Wells, and claimed that the mastermind behind the murder would be severely punished. The owner of the arena outside the city also sent his trusted followers to lead the assassination. He apologized to Art with a gift and promised to help the Sheriff find the group of men in black who assassinated Art...
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In the evening, in the Lucese guild hall, in the office of the head of the trading guild.
"Sir Art, I have heard from the steward of the arena and Kenem about what happened to you yesterday. I assure you that I have no knowledge of this terrible conspiracy. You are the knight of the palace guard of the Marquis, and besides, you are with Olof. The relationship between the bishop and the bishop is so close. As a businessman, I cannot let things develop into an uncontrollable situation." In the official room, the head of the Lucese Trade Guild, Jeffer, looked at Art, who was wrapped in blood-soaked cotton, and said with a sincere face.
Matt picked up the glass of wine in front of him with his unbandaged left hand, shook it a few times, and replied: "Master Jeffer, I personally believe that with your wisdom, you will definitely not participate in such a stupid conspiracy. But when I brought the caravan to Lucesne, I was ostracized by the guild. Now everyone knows that the guild regards me as an enemy. If my assassination has nothing to do with the guild, I am afraid other people will not believe that?"
"Yesterday Bishop Olof asked me if I was a killer sent by the guild. I explained to the bishop that it was not the guild, but the bishop was still doubtful and said that the devils who harmed the nobles and saints would be punished." Art pulled out Bishop Olof's flag to scare Jeffer.
Jeff knew that the guy in front of him had a close relationship with Bishop Olof. As for whether it was really what Art said, it was impossible to verify. However, Jeffor was certain that the steward of the arena said that Art was the illegitimate son of Bishop Olof. It was probably not true.
"Sir Art, things have already happened. I don't want the bishop to be angry because of these trivial matters. So I will try my best to persuade the southern goods shops in Lucesen City to buy your goods at a reasonable price, but I cannot allow your merchants to buy your goods at a reasonable price." The team entered Lucesien's southern goods market. "Jeffel was now passive. Originally, he was holding back the rising caravan under the pressure of Bishop Olof. Now that his allies had made such a despicable mistake, he had no choice but to give in.
When Art heard Jeffor's tone, he wanted to settle the matter with a one-time compromise, just like the situation in Besançon.
“Mr. Jeffor, I am not a beggar and a refugee begging for food from you. If I can only sell a batch of goods, why should I lead the caravan north in person? Besides, there is an extreme shortage of southern goods in the north, and I have the ability to continuously transport southern goods from the south to the north. I think you are unreasonable. By refusing a stable and large source of goods."
Jeffor smiled, "Sir Art, do you think the amount of goods provided by a caravan of more than a dozen carriages is considered huge?"
Att shrugged.
"Do you know how much southern goods your opponent can transport to Lucesien in a month? Thirty fully loaded carriages! This number is still due to the fact that the current war in the southern continent has blocked trade routes."
"They have three caravans of this size in their hands. They have supplied almost all the southern goods in the northern part of the country over the years. If their family had not been granted the status of a noble as a shield, I am afraid they would have become the richest family in the country. Now that family has a Lord Knight, and they have joined the finance minister, Count Bernard... Sir Art, I admit that I dare not offend Bishop Olof, but as a businessman who relies on licensed trade to survive, I dare not offend a powerful ally and the finance minister who decides the life and death of merchants."
"I have said what should be said, and I have also said what should not be said. I hope you can understand the hardships of our merchants." Jeffer finally confessed to Art.
The wine glass in Art's hand stopped shaking. He had heard that the Dean family was powerful in business, but he had never expected that the Dean family was so powerful. Being able to organize the supply of nearly a hundred carriages during the war was indeed not something ordinary people could do. If he could not take advantage of the war to gain a foothold, I am afraid that once the war stopped, the Dean family would be able to suppress Art's budding business momentum like ants on the road.
"Sir Art, we will accept all the fifteen loads of southern goods you brought. This will also make you a lot of money, and you don't have to go to Besançon. The situation there is more difficult than you imagined." Jaffer saw the hesitation and retreat in Art's eyes.
Matt hesitated for a moment, and then immediately regained his determination, "Mr. Jeffer, thank you for your kind reminder, but I have decided on the eastern trade route. If I can establish a foothold on this trade route in the future, I hope you can support me." />
Art picked up the wine glass, stood up and came to Jeffer's table, raised the glass forward, "Thank you, Mr. Jeffer, for your advice, cheers."
Jeffer also picked it up and was gently lifted, "Don't forget to explain it to Bishop Olof for me."
"Of course." Art drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then turned and left the office...