When I arrived at the Chengbei Medical Workshop, it was already dark.

In order to prevent the accident from happening again, Salter returned to the warehouse and brought in five guards who had been transferred from the legion to the caravan, and the medical workshop in this alley north of the city was now crowded with guards armed with sharp blades.

The healer, dressed in a black linen coat, was using a sharp knife to clean up the rotten flesh on Ron's arm with the assistance of his assistant, and in the daytime, Art only used bǐ shǒu to rip off most of the poisoned rotten flesh, but if the minced flesh that had been impregnated with poison remained on Ron's body, Ron had no hope of saving his life.

The healer wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, quietly turned his head to look at Yate, who was being bandaged, and couldn't help asking, "Big ~ My Lord~ Is your method really workable?" I think that in order to save this young man's life, he still sawed off the whole arm, although there is one less arm, maybe there will be a life, and the cure of digging up the minced meat and detoxifying it is simply a fantasy. ”

Art ignored the healer's words, and as soon as he entered, the old fellow took a quick look and decided that Ron had to be amputated, or else Ron would die.

Art understood the doctor's words, and this is indeed the best treatment option for most doctors. But for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, the loss of an arm is tantamount to death, and Art would never let people remove their arms and legs at every turn, so he forced the healer to boil the knife in boiling water and then cut off the poisoned minced flesh for Ron little by little.

"Just do as I say, remember, be sure to clean up the rotten flesh and drain the pus and blood, apply the herbs I brought, and then bandage the wound with a boiled and dried cotton cloth, and God will take care of the rest."

The healer thought that these methods of treatment were simply heretical, but looking at the sturdy guards in the room with swords and axes, he had to swallow these words into his stomach, and did not dare to disobey them in the slightest.

In the dimly lit room of the infirmary, Jafar watched in shock as Art commanded the healers to treat Ron, a method of treatment that was not new to him, because in his hometown these life-saving medical techniques were taken for granted, and only those who claimed to be saints would be superstitious about the power of religion in such matters.

"Yate-sama~you-really-not-knight of the Order?" Jafar again raised the question.

Art patted the guard who had bandaged him and motioned for him to leave, and when there was no one else around, he looked up and replied to Jafar, "I am indeed not a knight of the Holy Order, I used to be a sergeant of the Holy Order and participated in the Holy War. And if I'm not mistaken, you were a Mamluk cavalryman? You don't have to lie to me, I don't have any hostility towards you. ”

Jafar simply stopped hiding, and whispered: "I—I was—Syrian-Amir's bodyguard, and my master—was killed, and fled here—wandering. ”

Yate was secretly pleasantly surprised, it turned out that Jafar's identity was not only a Mamluk but also an elite in the army, no wonder this guy was so strong in combat.

"What are you going to do next? I mean, after you've done my job. ”

Jafar's brows furrowed slightly, and a look of loss flashed in his eyes, but he immediately returned to normal, and replied, "The gladiatorial arena - revenge, and then - wandering." ”

"That Colosseum steward will definitely guard against you, I'm afraid you won't be so easy to get revenge, but this is what you should do."

"Hmm~ As for wandering, I have a different idea. It would be a pity for a battle-hardened warrior like you to compete with the bugs and rats for food all year round, and if you are willing to continue to gallop across the horse after you have completed your revenge, you can come to me in the south of Tignets, I am the Inspector of Tinets, and you can go to a hotel in the county called "Liberty Bison" and ask me for my whereabouts. ”

Art is very eager to recruit such a warrior, even if he is a former enemy, but for such a person who is used to wandering, Art will not be in a hurry to ask others to be included in his command.

Jafar shrugged and replied, "If I—live—I would—consider." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Knowing that Jafar was not good at words, Art stopped communicating with him and closed his eyes instead.

After a while, Salter led Ravan to the infirmary.

"Did you find out? Is it that there are traitors within ourselves? Art asked the two, because Art's whereabouts today were not mentioned to outsiders, and after ruling out the suspicion of a few relatives and stewards around him, only the caravan guards could eavesdrop on the informant.

Both Salter and Lavin hung their heads deeply.

"Who is it?" Art spoke in a bad tone.

Ravan slowly raised his head and replied: "It's a new guard recruited by the caravan, this morning this bastard said that he lost something in a tavern in the city the day before yesterday, and he took leave to go out to retrieve it, and I agreed without thinking much at the time, but this bastard never came back." When I counted the number of people just now, I found that there was one person missing, and I asked the people around me, and they said that the bastard went out on my orders~~"

"My lord, it's all my fault, I didn't know in detail when I recruited the guards, and I actually let this bastard get in. I'm going to get this bastard back and dig up his gut! Ravan gritted his teeth.

Salter turned his head to look at LaVine and said in a questioning tone, "That bastard must be hiding now, where are you going to catch him?" I'm just afraid he's going to shake things out of our birch grove to the south, and we'll be passive, and Baron Bazel~"

Art waved his hand and said, "It's useless to talk about this now, this kind of thing is inevitable, and after you go back, you will carefully select and guard the caravan guards again."

Art turned his head again and said to himself, "I just didn't expect the opponent to use this move directly." ”

"If you want to kill me, your sword isn't that sharp!!" The murderous aura in Art's eyes rose.

"You go back and tell the caravan attaché that no one is allowed to leave the warehouse without my permission, and you must take care of the goods, I am afraid that the opponent will attack the goods."

"Yes, sir." The two replied in unison.

No sooner had Salter and Ravan left than Felix returned.

"Brother-in-law, Sir William has personally taken me to the Abbey of Serankfer to say hello, the abbey has promised us to send Ron to recuperate, the deputy dean has personally met with Sir William and me, and he promised to prepare a separate house for Ron to recuperate, and will send a special monk to take care of Ron."

"Alright, Ron's wounds have been taken care of, and we'll send him to the convent right away."

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On the afternoon of the second day of the assassination, under the personal interrogation of Bishop Orlov, the Archon Lucesen ordered the entire city to be wanted for the assassination of the court knight Art? Wood? Wells's killer claimed to severely punish the murderer behind the murder, and the owner of the gladiatorial arena outside the city also sent cronies with gifts to apologize to Art 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 hall of the Lucesin Guild, in the official chamber of the head of the trade guild.

"Sir Art, I've heard what happened to you yesterday from the steward of the Colosseum and Kenneim. I assure you that I have no knowledge of this monstrous conspiracy, that you are the Marquis's knight of the court guard, and that you are so close to Bishop Orlof that it is impossible for me, as a merchant, to let things go uncontrollably. In the official room, Jeffrey, the head of the Lucesen Trade Guild, looked at Art, who was wrapped in blood-soaked cotton cloth, and said with a sincere face.

Art picked up a glass of wine in front of him with his unbandaged left hand and shook it a few times, and replied, "Lord Geoffrey, I am absolutely confident that with your wisdom you will not be involved in such a foolish conspiracy. But during the time I came to Lucesin with the caravan, I was ostracized by the guild at every turn, and now that everyone knows that the guild regards me as an enemy, if the assassination of me has nothing to do with the guild, I am afraid that others will not believe it so much? ”

"Yesterday Bishop Orlof asked me if I was a killer sent by the guild, and I explained to the bishop that it was not the guild that did it, but the bishop was still skeptical and said that the devils who killed the nobles and saints would definitely be punished." Art pulled out Bishop Orlov's flag to scare Jeffrey.

Jeffrey knew that the guy in front of him had a lot to do with Bishop Orloff, and it was impossible to verify whether it was true as Art said, but Jeffrey was sure that the Colosseum steward said that Art was Bishop Orlov's illegitimate son should not be true.

"Sir Art, it has happened, and I do not want the Bishop to be angry over such trivialities. So I'll do my best to convince the southern merchants in Lucesin to buy your goods at a reasonable price, but I can't afford to allow your caravan into the southern market in Lucesen. "Geoffrey is now passive, he was under the pressure of Bishop Orlov to contain this protruding caravan, and now that his allies have made such a bad mistake, he has to choose to take a step back.

As soon as Art heard Geoffrey's tone, as he had done in Besançon at the time, he wanted to settle the matter with a one-time compromise.

"Lord Geiffle, I am not a beggar and outcast begging you for food, if I can only sell a batch of goods, why should I personally lead the caravan north? Besides, now that there is a shortage of goods from the north to the south, and I have the ability to send goods from the south to the north in a steady stream, I don't think you have any reason to refuse a stable and large source of goods. ”

Geoffle smiled, "Sir Art, do you think a caravan of a dozen wagons can provide a huge amount of cargo?" ”

Art shrugged.

"Do you know how much southern cargo your opponent can deliver to Lucesin in a month? Thirty fully loaded wagons! This number is still due to the fact that the war in the South Continent is not only blocked by trade routes. ”

"They have three caravans of this size, and almost all the southern goods in the north of the country have been supplied by them all these years, and if it were not for the fact that their family has not been given the status of nobility as a shield, I am afraid that they would have become the richest family in the kingdom, and now that family has a knight lord, and has climbed to the rank of Count Bernard, the chancellor of the exchequer...... Sir Art, I admit that I dare not offend Bishop Orlov, but as a merchant who survives on the licensed trade, I dare not offend a powerful ally and the Chancellor of the Exchequer who decides the life and death of a merchant. ”

"I've said what I should have said, and I've said what I shouldn't have said, I hope you can understand the hardships of our merchants." Jeffrey confessed to Art.

The wine glass in Arte's hand didn't continue to shake, he had heard that the Dean family was strong in commerce, but he didn't expect that the strength was so strong that it could organize the supply of nearly a hundred carriages in the event of war, which was indeed not something that ordinary people could do, if he couldn't take advantage of the war, I was afraid that once the war stopped, the Dean family could suppress Yate's budding business momentum like pinching ants to death on the way to commerce.

"Sir Art, we will take all the fifteen carts of southern goods you have brought, and this will also make you a lot of money, and you will not have to go to Besançon, where the situation is more difficult than you think." Jeffrey saw the hesitation and retreat in Art's eyes.

Art hesitated for a moment, and immediately regained his determination, "Lord Geoffrey, thank you for your kind reminder, but I have still made up my mind on the eastern route, and if I can stand on this trade route in the future, I hope you can support me." ”

Geoffle chuckled lightly and replied, "Sir Art, wait until you have convinced the southern family to talk about it."

Art picked up his glass, got up and walked to Geoffle's table, and raised his glass forward, "Thank you, Lord Geoffrey, for your advice, cheers." ”

Geoffrey picked it up and was gently lifted, "Don't forget to explain it to Bishop Orloff for me." ”

"Of course." Art drank the wine from his glass, then turned and walked out of the office......