Fabre Orlando. Born in Brittany, north of the Kingdom of Normandy. He is the most prestigious and mysterious alchemist of the day. Of course, in this day and age, witchcraft or alchemy and divination are rarely believed, and they are just regarded as strange tales as after-dinner conversations.

Since the dawn of the new era, the lingering religious fog that has hung over the old era has begun to be dispelled by the light of truth.

As the Holy See also touched on mecha technology, new technologies appeared in everyone's life, and the whole world changed with it. And the originally conservative cardinal and the Pope had to change their original approach. You know, just a hundred years ago, the study of science was called a sorcerer's trick, and was criticized by the public, especially biomedicine, which was particularly harshly suppressed, and many doctors were burned at the stake because they were obsessed with their profession and stole corpses for autopsy, and were accused of heretics by the Inquisition as heretics. And now, anatomy as a subject has become a compulsory subject in medical universities, and it has become a legal thing.

Because in order to cope with the never-ending war against the East, the West needs the speed of medical development to keep up with the increasingly brutal speed of war, and the neural connection technology of the mecha also needs such talents to be used by all countries. How ironic that war is changing the world! With the establishment of Western universities, a number of doctors of modern medicine have emerged, and most of them have served their countries and the Holy See.

Fabre Orlando is one of them.

"Born into the family of a small-town country doctor in the north of Brittany, at the age of ten he was recognized by the local lord for his miraculous medical talent. At the age of 13, he was sponsored by the lord to study at the Royal College of Normandy, and at the age of 16, he was sent to Rome on a scholarship by the royal family with excellent grades, and graduated from Hadrian's Imperial University, the oldest university in the whole West. It's like a magical character that only appears in a novel, and it's incredible that such a person would be wanted by the Holy See and die here! Constance Dante couldn't help but complain from the bottom of his heart, although his memory was lost, but it was only about himself, and he still remembered the world's cognition completely. Constantine couldn't understand why he had come from a remote place like Brittania to a world capital as grand as Rome, and had been trained to be a medical elite.

But what made Consz-Dante most unbearable was that he was now being carried by a tall Polish man on his waist and shuttling through the narrow streets, a scene that was unbearable to look at.

"Is this necessary? That man won't run away again! Constance Dante said angrily, he had no choice but to protest so weakly, but he could only be carried like this because of his inconvenient legs, and the two Poles did not want to waste their time.

Miłosz and Lukash ignored Constance Dante, as Her Majesty's personal bodyguard, they naturally knew the reason for the envoy Yadviga to insist on participating, they had to find Dr. Fabre, whether Princess Bonifazia's illness could be cured or not was all on that person's body.

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It was close to noon, and the drunken man was still in a state of limbo, and only then did he get up and open the curtains, and the blinding sunlight immediately made him unable to open his eyes. This is the daily life of the famous alchemist and doctor, Fabre Orlando. The first thing Dr. Fabre did as he prepared for his day was to pour himself a large sip of spirits, which was very strong but was favored by the cheerful Rus'.

The house was a mess, not at all like where a doctor should live. Although this life seemed a mess to outsiders, Dr. Fabre enjoyed it.

From a very young age, Fabre had always loved a carefree life, although medicine was also his hobby, but he was actually a very lazy guy, and when he arrived in Rome, the fast-paced lifestyle and the endless prosperity were the opposite of the small Breton town in the countryside, which completely overwhelmed him, forcing him to devote all his time to studying medicine. As soon as he graduated, Fabre refused to be retained by the Holy See, fleeing Rome, where he had been imprisoned for several years, like a caged bird. But he did not choose to return to his hometown, but traveled to the mainland to practice medicine. However, with his skill, combined with his diploma, he had the privilege of being able to come and go from hospitals at will, and he had to suffer from many strange diseases, which he regarded as nothing more than an act of entertainment to pass the time on the way to travel, but it caused him endless troubles, and his fame grew. Although he loves medicine and travel, Fabre prefers an ordinary life rather than a genius who has to deal with endless entertainment in one place.

So, Fabre simply went back to his hometown town, thinking that this would be the way he could get out of those troubles. However, his fame has become more and more mysterious due to his disappearance, so that his medical knowledge has become such strange things as magic and alchemy, and his title has inexplicably added the title of Celtic alchemist. Although these things are not very good, there are still people who continue to visit them, and for these reasons, the small town in my hometown has become a small city with electric wires and railroads in the past few years.

Fabre's last pure land is gone.

And he eventually had no choice but to escape. Fabre even spread rumors that the Holy See was looking for him in order to reduce the number of people looking for him. Fabre traveled thousands of miles to the remote far north, a place where few people knew about him. In fact, the Holy Church never persecuted Fabre, it was only an excuse for him, and the Holy See only laughed it off and ignored it.

But at the very least, Fabre could finally have some free time to spend time alone in his room drinking spirits and reading books.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, why haven't you come yet?" Suddenly, Fabre glanced at the clock on the wall, and had said that he would deliver the things by twelve o'clock today, but there had been no movement so far.

"Knock knock" and just then there was a knock on the door, rhythmic and powerful.

"Who?" Fabre heard a knock on his eardrum, but his drunkenness did not diminish in the slightest.

"It's me, Uncle Hassan, who sent me to deliver something, Dr. Fabre!" I heard the timid voice of a little boy outside the door.

"Is it finally here?" Fabre muttered as he walked over, "I'll open the door for you!" The man didn't notice in the slightest, could such a child knock on the door so forcefully? A drunken Dr. Fabre walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. (To be continued.) )