The Duke of Burgundy met Arrod in the small chamber, a painter on the dome roof, who filled every inch with bright colors, and of course in the center of the main place depicted the biblical story, the angel of St. Marshall raised his spear at the dragon, each of its scales shining and the flames seemed to descend from above.

However, the paintings on the pillars are more of flowers and plants and plump lake fairies, and occasionally there are nobles and servants on horseback, in short, the rich life also brings spiritual enjoyment to the nobles, and art is the best proof.

"You're the doctor?" The Duke of Burgundy rested his hands on the armrests, and he looked up and down like a crouching lion, staring up and down Arryd.

"Yes, honorable duke." Arold put his hand on his chest and bowed to the duke.

"Bold fellow, a pariah dares to kneel before the Duke anymore." The courtiers beside the Duke of Burgundy, seeing Arrod's rude actions, immediately scolded loudly.

The two guards immediately stepped forward and tried to force Arold and Harvey and others to kneel, and the civilians really couldn't stand upright in front of the duke, but Arold didn't intend to kneel in front of anyone, he frowned at the guards.

"Hmm." For some reason, Arrod's gaze made the guards frightened, and their movements couldn't help but lag.

"What are you doing?" The Burgundian courtier angrily ordered.

"Hmm." The Duke of Burgundy raised his hand at this time to stop the persecution of the courtiers, and Arrod had the aura of a warrior on his body, which only the Duke of Burgundy, who had been on the battlefield, could perceive.

"We're here to serve the Duke, the Duke's guests, aren't you being too rude?" Harvey said with a smile on his face.

"It's shameless." The courtiers of the Duke of Burgundy cursed haughtily.

"Hehe, you're the first doctor to dare to act so boldly. The doctors, both famous and unknown, came to me with great fear. The Duke of Burgundy looked at Arrod and raised his chin and said.

"That's because they're quacks, and I can heal your daughter and relieve the Duke." Arold said after bowing to the duke.

"Oh. What's your name? How we never heard. The courtier snorted through his nose, of course he hadn't heard of Arjod's fabricated false name.

"Is the name important, or is the medical skill important?" Arold asked rhetorically.

"Uh, damn guy." Arrod's rhetorical question embarrassed the courtier, and he was angry and wanted to say something.

"Forget it, what you said makes sense, I'm not interested in your name, when can you save my daughter?" The Duke of Burgundy asked, standing up.

"Right now." Arold affirmed.

"Okay, follow me." The Duke of Burgundy personally led the way. Arold and the others followed closely behind him and walked towards the princess's bedroom.

"Hmph, I'll wait to see your head bloom." The courtier pursed his lips, he was sure that Arold was a charlatan, and that the Duke of Burgundy's only reward for treating those charlatans was to make them fall from the tower.

"How? How is this physician? When the courtier Shi Shiran was about to leave, he was blocked by the duke's son-in-law, and his handsome face was a little pale.

"Don't worry about Lord Franck. But a charlatan. The courtier shrugged his shoulders and comforted Frank.

Arold and Harvey walked into the princess's bedroom. I couldn't help but cover my nose, and a rancid smell permeated the room, which was supposed to be a fragrant boudoir, but now it was more terrible than the smell of the slaughterhouse, and the Burgundian princess's eyes were sunken, like a pale walking corpse. Lying on the gorgeous bed, several maids were constantly wiping her body.

"Open the window, I'm going to see the patient." Arold stepped forward and pushed open the window, letting in the fresh air, and the maids had no time to object.

"Can't open the windows. The doctors said that the devil would enter from the outside and attack the princess's body again. Princess Burgundy's personal maid immediately stopped her, as a personal maid, her status was relatively high, and she was even born into a noble.

"The doctors all fell from the stairs, didn't they?" Arrod said disdainfully, and at the same time, the majesty he naturally cultivated made the maid dare not object.

"Lord Duke." The valet looked at the Duke of Burgundy, who only nodded slightly, agreeing with Arrod's approach.

"Check it out." Arold couldn't see the princess's body directly, so he went to the window and asked Harvey and Shirley to look at the sick body.

"Pus pockets appeared in the body." After watching, Shirley whispered to Arrod.

"Be specific." Arold didn't look back and asked the two.

"The woman's lower body, as well as her legs, but the doctor in front of her cut off some lumps with a knife." Harvey said to Arold.

"Their knives are definitely not sterilized, resulting in secondary infection, lower body?" Arold touched his chin and thought for a long time, when he suddenly strode to the sickbed where the princess was lying, and he opened the list on it, and at a glance he understood.

"You, you, big, bold." The face of the personal maid turned pale, and the married princess was actually looked at by a strange man, and this kind of thing happened in front of everyone's eyes.

"Ugh." But the Duke of Burgundy only frowned, and his body did not move at all, because he had already made up his mind that if Arold was a charlatan, he would not push Arold off the tower, but would kill Arold with his own hands.

"What are we going to do?" Harvey walked over to Arold and asked in a whisper.

"Just penicillin." After Arjod determined the cause of the illness, he said to the two, but he was still a little puzzled.

"What do you have for it?" The Duke of Burgundy asked impatiently.

"Please give me full authority from the Duke, and now everyone else will leave." Arold ordered the eviction.

"Lord Duke, please don't let Her Royal Highness be insulted by the quacks, only the Lord can save him now." The maid knelt down in front of the duke with tears in her eyes, she had seen enough of the quacks cutting off the princess's flesh with knives, but her condition did not improve, and she could not even find the cause.

"Okay, as long as you can save my daughter, I can agree to any conditions, but if you can't save her within three days, then be ready to accompany my daughter to die!" Hugue, Duke of Burgundy, was a tough military aristocrat, he said in a firm voice.

"Of course, I'll save the princess." Arold smiled slightly, nodded at the Duke of Burgundy and promised. (To be continued.) )