The wheels crushed the ground, making deep ruts, and the heavy rain that had begun on the first day had made the road very muddy and difficult, and the shoes of the pedestrians were covered with mud, but the merchants who had come from afar were in high spirits, for they could already see the point of the Duke of Burgundy's castle looming among the green trees.

"Bell~~~." The church bells in the castle are ringing crisply and loudly, the children are laughing and laughing through the castle gates, the villagers are driving a herd of pigs to the castle market, riding horses and brightly dressed nobles with their retinues marching in, colorful flags fluttering on the gray city walls, and guards with halberds resting against the battlements.

"Look, Burgundy." With a smile on the old merchant's face, he pointed ahead to Arrode, the wealthy Duchy of Burgundy, with its rows of vine-trellis nestled just outside the castle, and Burgundy's wine was so famous that it was often profitable to sell Burgundy wine elsewhere.

"Yes." Arold raised his head and looked at the castle, this kind of rich duchy castle is really magnificent, not only has the arrow tower with dogs' teeth intertwined, the city wall is also taller than the average territory, and the wide moat prevents anyone from trying to do it.

When they entered the castle, Arold discovered that the inner city also had a moat, and it was clear that the fortress in the center, surrounded by the inner lake, was where the Duke of Burgundy lived.

"Let's break up here!" Arrod put his bags in order, led his horse and said to the merchants.

"However, the inn is in the northwest corner of the castle." The young merchant reluctantly said that his eyes had never taken off Miss Shirley.

"No, let's go to the inner city." Arold said.

"The Inner City?" The merchants looked at each other, and the inner city was the residence of nobles and dukes, people of lowly status. Without a summons, there is no way to enter.

"Yes." Arrod smiled slightly, didn't explain anything more, and walked straight towards the inner city.

"Goodbye, sweet lad." Harvey winked at the young merchant with a playful smile, and Miss Shirley followed Arrold with her head down.

"Hey~~." The young merchant wanted to say something more to Miss Shirley, but was stopped by the old merchant.

"Stop chasing it. These people are two worlds from us. The old merchant shook his head and admonished the young merchant.

"That's right, that's right, our mission is to make money, make money, haha." The other merchants didn't care about Arold's identity, the purpose of their journey was to make a fortune, and the young businessman only had to look back a few times with reluctance.

"Stop, who are you?" When Arold and the others walked to the drawbridge. Stopped by the guards, these guards, dressed in fine leather armor, pointed the halberd in their hands at Arrod, and the red feathers on the iron helmet on their heads swayed a few times.

"We are doctors." Arold stood in front of the guards and said calmly to the guards.

"Doctor?" The guards looked at each other, and then at Arold and the others, all dressed in dust, and their feet were covered with mud. It doesn't look like a doctor with a heavy medicine box on his back.

"Let's go, you charlatans. I advise you to dispel the idea of cheating money! One of the guards put away his halberd and said to Arold with a mocking expression.

"Oh, why?" Arrod tilted his head and asked curiously.

"Hehe, there are quite a few people before you who claim to have a potion to bring the dead back to life. As a result, haha! The guards scoffed and said that they had seen a lot of self-proclaimed doctors these days, and even some of the self-proclaimed miracle doctors.

"We're not like them." Harvey stepped forward and said loudly.

"Who is she?" The guards looked at Harvey. Asked Arrod.

"Oh, my wife." Arold said, Harvey was slightly stunned.

"And what about the Slavs who bowed their heads in the back? Your other wife, are you a heretic? The guard raised his chin at Miss Shirley and said to Arrod.

"No, that's my apprentice." Arold said.

"Well, you're pretty lucky." The guard sneered.

"Alright, take them in, but don't regret it."

Arold and the others followed the guards into the fortress, this fortress built in the middle of the lake has a pleasant environment, the lake water moistens the plants inside, as well as people's skin, in the morning the mist will drift inside and outside the fortress, violets and vulture flowers in the east and west, exuding a leisurely fragrance, the smooth mirror of the lake reflects the blue sky, everything seems to be in a fairy tale fairyland.

"Ah~~." Suddenly, there was a terrible scream, followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the familiar sound of bones breaking in Arrod.

"Hmm." Miss Shirley let out an exclamation, and she saw a man fall from the window of the fortress, and hit the ground straight on, the man was dressed as a doctor, but at this time he could not even save himself, his limbs were strangely twisted, and there was a pool of red blood on the ground.

"Clean up." The guards leading the way seemed to be commonplace, and he just frowned and urged the servants.

Soon several servants came forward and covered the body with a thick woolen blanket and carried it away, while others sprinkled water to clean the floor as if nothing had happened.

"If any quack doctor dares to talk nonsense, next time I will throw him into the dungeon and let him rot and stink in the dungeon." Suddenly, an old man angrily stuck his head out of the window, his eagle-like eyes looked down, and he cursed at the same time.

"Hmm." At this time, Arrod raised his head, and the eyes of the two looked at each other, and the angry old man seemed to be taken aback, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Hey, keep your head down and walk quickly, this is Lord Duke." The guard bowed his head and urged, and Arold lowered his head and walked forward.

"It's weird." The Duke of Burgundy frowned, instinctively sensing the slightest incongruity, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

However, the worry about his daughter who was in pain obviously made him unable to think about it anymore, this was the third doctor he had killed, and no doctor dared to come to try to get the bounty, the thunderous Duke of Burgundy was getting less and less patient, and his poor daughter was already dying, and now she didn't even make a ** sound.

"Oh, God, can't you have pity on me?" The Duke of Burgundy sat down in his chair and muttered to himself with his head hung down.

"Lord Duke, another physician is here, do you want to see you?" At this time, the attendants reported to the duke. (To be continued.) )