Black Thorn Villa.

Pétain anxiously walked up and down his bedroom.

Three days have passed since the arrest of Brown the Sorcerer. He had such a big incident, and his aunt didn't come to visit him, but just asked people to bring a greeting message. The city hall also only made a routine condolence, and by the way, the result of the trial of the magician Brown was announced, and the unlucky guy was sentenced by the judge to be hanged and executed on the same day.

Other than that, nothing else came, and it was as if he had been forgotten.

But he didn't care about all this, he had already become accustomed to this indifference in the past few months of illness. The only thing that made him anxious was that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon of the third day, and Dr. Pasteur had not yet appeared.

What a maddening thing it is for him to be sick and yet the doctor is nowhere to be found, God.

'O God, you have given me hope, but you have destroyed it with your own hands, why do you torture me so much?' Is it true, as the gods say, that fornication is an unpardonable sin? ’

Was Dr. Pasteur killed by the devil? ’

'Tell me, God, what the hell am I going to do?' Are you waiting to die here? ’

Such a pointless wait was obviously not the way to go, but Petain really couldn't think of a better solution. He tried to calm himself down, sat down, and continued to study the calculus that Brown had given him.

But this method, which worked well in the past, is not useful today.

After forcing himself to watch for a few minutes, Petain finally couldn't help but erupt, and he slapped the desk with all his might, making a loud sound of 'Bang~Bang~Bang~'.

His hand hurts, but Petain doesn't care at all, he needs the pain to distract himself.

Just when he was about to go crazy, a black thing suddenly flew in from the window, and with a 'bang', it smashed right on Petain's forehead, and smashed Petain into the eye.

He reached out and touched a hot liquid, and when he took it down, it was covered with blood.

"Damn, who the hell threw the stone!" Enraged, Petain looked down to find a blood-stained wooden scroll box on the table.

"Huh, what's that?"

Petain was stunned for a moment, ignoring the wound on his forehead, picked up the scroll box, opened it, and pulled out a small sheepskin scroll with the thickness of his middle finger, unfolded it, and wrote a sentence on it: "Take the money, go out and turn left, walk 100 meters, and go to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the Tired Traveler's Hotel." Remember, come alone! —Dr. Pasteur stayed. ”

"Huh? It's Dr. Pasteur! ”

Pétain was ecstatic, picked up a rag from the table, wiped the blood from his forehead, took out ten thousand gold dragon coins from the cash box and put it in, then put on a thick bearskin cloak and a leather hat to cover his face, and hurried out of the door.

Following the instructions on the scroll, he trotted into the Tired Traveler's Inn, went straight to the second floor, and at the end of the corridor, there was indeed a door, and he pressed the excitement in his heart, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before my hand touched the door, the door creaked open, and a hoarse voice came from the room inside the door: "Come in, close the door by the way." ”

A familiar voice, a familiar tone, it's Dr. Pasteur!

Petain no longer doubted, and although the room was very dimly lit, he did not hesitate to go in, and after closing the door, he asked: "Doctor Pasteur, why don't you come directly to my house?" ”

A bearded man in a leather robe with all kinds of gadgets on his body walked out of the dark corner of the room, it was Lawson in disguise: "Because of the incident a few days ago, many people are curious about me, and I am a person who likes to be quiet. Well, time is running out, has the money been brought in? ”

"Bring it, bring it." Petain handed the money bag over.

Lawson took the money bag, weighed it slightly, then threw the wooden box on his back, and pointed to the narrow wooden bed in the room: "Take off your clothes and lie down." ”

"Hey~~ Okay!" Pétain obediently stripped himself of his clothes and threw himself on the bed, the whole process took less than five seconds, and he was not skilled.

Lawson also skillfully extracted the potion, activated the alchemy power, controlled the syringe to fly to Petain's buttocks, stabbed it hard, and then quickly pushed the potion into the hip muscles.

"Uhh

Rosen's scalp exploded when he heard this, and he felt that Petain must have the potential to be a masochist, and it was a strange flower that he could be like this with an injection.

After the injection, Rosen quickly examined the pimples on Petain's body and found that the pimples had basically subsided, and the ulcers had completely scabbed and healed. He drew some more blood and examined it with alchemy, and found that the pallor spirochetes were no longer found in the blood.

In other words, Petain has actually recovered, and today's injection is just for insurance.

After the examination, Rosen took back the syringe and said, "Without the influence of the devil, your illness will heal quickly, and you will basically be cured, but there is still a possibility of recurrence." Remember, if you want to live well, stay away from those nightingales! ”

Pétain breathed a sigh of relief and was convinced: "Doctor Pasteur, I know I was wrong, and I will never touch those nightingales again...... No, I swear, I won't even touch a woman for the rest of my life! ”

Lawson was speechless for a while: "Then it doesn't have to be so desperate." Also, after a while, I will come over to check your body once, and if there is no recurrence, then you are completely cured. ”

Petain hurriedly asked, "When exactly are you coming?" ”

"The time is uncertain, come when you have time. Oh by the way, I heard that Count Derek is sick and has been having a high fever and talking nonsense? Rosen asked suddenly.

Petain nodded, with a look of disdain: "That nouveau riche deserves it!" It was the gods who were punishing him! ”

"You seem to look down on him?" Rosen raised an eyebrow.

A deep indignation appeared on Petain's face: "Yes, of course I don't look down on him!" Over the years, I don't know how many cute and beautiful girls have been ruined in his hands! You don't know, I once saw a girl who was abused to death by him, oh ~ my god ~ that girl is beautiful and flawless, it is simply a work of art carefully created by the gods, what kind of devil would bear to destroy it? I'm telling you, Dr. Pasteur, that guy is a heinous murderer! It's a butcher with bloody hands! He deserves to die! ”

Petain became more and more agitated, and at last he raised his hand and waved his fist as if he were going to war against Count Derek.

"Hmm~ You're right." Rosen admires this playboy a little, although he is romantic, his family background is extremely high, but in terms of women, everything is a transaction that you are willing to make, although he is in a bad mood after getting a terminal illness, he is not hysterical, a gentleman can't talk about it, but he is also a real villain.

"Doctor Pasteur, you shouldn't have saved him, really!" Pétain said seriously.

"Who said I was going to save him?"

"Then why are you inquiring about his illness?" Petain looked puzzled.

"I'm just interested in his illness itself. Specifically, I wanted to take a closer look at the development of the disease so that I could get more samples of cases. ”

Petain was dumbfounded: "You mean, want to see him die with your own eyes?" ”

"Count Derek won't necessarily die, but you're right, and I'm not going to treat him. Although this can make a lot of money, it will put me with a huge amount of infamy, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

After saying that, Rosen asked, "Do you know any way to help me sneak into Earl Derrick's Mansion quietly?" ”

When he asked, Petain clapped his hands and smiled, "It's simple." Derek is currently recuperating in Nilogaard City, where he lives in the Blue Moon Mansion in the west of the city. As for me, I happen to have a little friendship with the son of the housekeeper of the mansion, and when I go back, I will write a letter to him, introduce you to him, and say......"

"Let's just say I'm a refugee from the south, and I want to get a job in the city. I'm good at roundarts, so it's fitting to be a gardener. ”

"Ah, is this okay? Is the gardener's job hard this winter? ”

"Just a small sacrifice for medicine."

"Okay then."

After the decision was made, Petain got dressed and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

"Is there anything else, Dr. Pasteur?"

Rosen took out a glass of medicine and threw it over: "Sorry to break your forehead, this is wound medicine, rub it on the wound, it will heal in two days." Also, don't tell anyone about my trip to the Blue Moon Mansion, understand? ”

"I understand that I would never let anyone disturb your research." Pétain held the medicine bottle, and his heart warmed, and he felt that this Pasteur doctor was very reliable and very reputable. I don't know why, the other party's every move made him feel a sense of intimacy in his heart.

Rosen naturally didn't know what Petain was thinking, and after he got it done, he immediately turned over and left the room through the secret door. In a moment, he had heard several people approaching the room.

"I'm sorry, the magicians of the Academy, there will be no more Doctor Pasteur."

The secret door led to a remote alley, and in the alley there was a house with the back door open, and Lawson walked in, and after a while, a young man in a gorgeous blue robe came out of the main entrance of the house, and after a few steps, a carriage drove by.

The boy waved his hand, and the carriage stopped, took the boy into the carriage, and then restarted, driving lightly away from the block.

He walked for less than half a minute when two young magicians, one tall and one short, appeared in the room on the second floor of the hotel, and the room was naturally empty.

The two magicians searched for a while, but found nothing.

The tall magician gritted his teeth in hatred: "This guy is very cunning, he has left no traces. ”

They had just been negligent, and when they came to their senses, Master Petain was no longer in the villa, and by the time they found Master Petain and hurried over, it was too late.

"There was a strange smell in the air that I had never smelled before. Could it be the smell of the healing potion? The short magician sniffed the air.

"Quite possibly." The tall magician waved his hand regretfully: "It's a pity that I couldn't catch this guy named Pasteur!" ”

Although Brown's hapless babe said this Pasteur was a liar. But he examined their bodies while Young Master Petain and Young Master White were sleeping, and he was sure that their ills were indeed cured.

"You say, will this guy really refine a cure for rosemacules?" The short mage whispered.

"Impossible, right? Master Fleming has failed, why should he? The tall magician was skeptical.

"So what do we do now?"

"There is no other way but to continue to monitor Young Master Petain, maybe he will still appear." The tall magician sighed helplessly. After a pause, he suddenly said again: "Hey~ Moses, have you heard, Lilith was sent to protect Count Derrick, you said she is so beautiful, will Count Derek give her that?" ”

The short magician showed a hint of anger on his face: "Green, the most annoying thing about you is that you like to talk nonsense! Miss Lilith would have made you miserable if she heard you cursing her so much behind your back! ”

The tall magician spread his hands: "Don't be angry, Moses. I admit that she is very powerful, but she is not an all-powerful god, and with her usual arrogant and rude manners, she will be taught a lesson sooner or later. ”

"She's arrogant because she's capable. Even if someone teaches you a lesson, it won't be your turn! The short magician's words became even more angry.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I know you like her, so I won't say bad things about your sweetheart."