In the aristocratic quarter, in the castle of the Baronial family, a bustle stretched from the gate to the castle hall.

"Oh, dear Ney, how is Timony?" In the hall, Ney, who was standing at the doorway and waiting, saw the arrival of the bald looter Dolva, the ruler of the Mocha region, and squeezed out a smile on his originally sad face.

"Sturdy Dolva, who are you coming with?" Ney replied to Dolva, who seemed to be far behind Dolva?

"Saramante?"

"My dear brother-in-law, I'm coming to see my sister!" Dolva came with Timony's sister Shalamanti, although Timony's relationship with Saramante was not as good as that between normal sisters, but it was a flesh-and-blood relationship after all.

Ney nodded, although he didn't like this lady's sister very much, but at this time, he also forgot about these "Dolva, Shalamanti, come with me, Timoni wants to meet you too"

Timony's condition is not better, because I don't know when the condition is good and bad, so that Timoni will not lose her life, but it is painful.

Walking up the stone staircase, in Ney's bedroom in the dormitory, the haggard Timoni struggled to get up and say hello when she saw Dorva and Saramanti arriving.

"Timony, just lie down! I'll come and see you with Dolva," Saramanti hurriedly sat down beside Timony.

"Beautiful Timony, the days of suffering will soon pass, and the search for some special medical priest is already underway!" said Dolva, bowing her head and communicating with Timony, comforting Timoni.

Timony, who was a little pale, smiled and replied, "Dolva! Thank you for your comfort." And my sister, I didn't expect you to come and see your sister who seems to be dying" In addition to the visit of Archbishop Monterohi in the past two days, two guys who know some white magic have come to rub the consultation money, and the money has been spent a lot, but the illness has not completely improved, so that Timoni has a desperate thought.

"Don't say such unpleasant words," Ney reminded with a gloomy face.

"My sister, you are my own sister after all, how can you say such a thing!" said Saramandy.

"Timony, I don't think you would be so negative when you were studying in the national capital" Dolva and Neitimoni are old acquaintances, and when they were young, they had studied in the National Capital Academy of Magic. And Dorva also pursued Timoni, who was a young, sunny and beautiful girl at the time.

"My sister, cheer up, and soon you will be treated by a competent medical priest!" Anyway, isn't the daughter of the Earl of White Deer also suffering from an illness that the church priest could not help but do?" said Saramanti.

"Yes, it is said that the White Magic Priest Old Charlotte is in Mocha," Dolva's words made Ney's face suddenly brighten.

"Old Charlotte, I've heard the name once, and he must have a way. Timony, you have a good talk with Shalamanti and Dolva, I'll go and get old Charlotte," Ney said in surprise, ready to go downstairs and bring someone to find old Charlotte.

"Bang bang" A hurried step upstairs attracted the attention of several people. Who's coming again?

The man who came up from the "Lord Baron" was Hal.

"Outside the castle gate, a guy who claims to be a white magic priest says that he is confident that his wife's illness can be cured!"

"Who?what's it called?" Ney wasn't surprised to see a White Magic Priest come to the door.

"He says he's old Charlotte, and if I come up and tell him, the Baron will know who he is!" continued Hal.

As soon as Old Charlotte's name was pronounced, the eyes of everyone in the dormitory lit up, and the surprise was indeed too sudden.

"It's such a coincidence, get old Charlotte in quickly," said Ney hurriedly.

Old Charlotte followed Hal to the baron's quarters in the Baron's Castle,

"Good morning, Lady Saramanti," said old Charlotte, knowing the rules. Old Charlotte is also a guy who has spent time in the aristocratic circle.

"Old Charlotte, come and see my Timonie's condition!" said Ney, with some eagerness.

Old Charlotte smiled and walked over to Timony. Old Charlotte seems to have been labeled by the aristocracy as the nemesis of intractable diseases.

"Madam, tell me about your condition!"

As they spoke, Ney and Dorva looked at Old Charlotte, who was dressed plainly, except for his staff, had only a ball the size of his head, which was wrapped in cloth and hung on Old Charlotte's back. Ney couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, "What a wonderful guy!"

"Hmm" Old Charlotte already knew about Timony's condition and treatment, but in order to disguise the progress of some plans, Old Charlotte had to follow the procedure.

"This disease is caused by some kind of active poison that has invaded Madame's body, and the treatment is completely fine," Old Charlotte's answer was indeed a sign of hope for Ney.

"Let's get started, then!" urged, Old Charlotte said it so well, how could it be that he needed to see the effect to know.

"Lord Baron, this active poison cannot be eliminated at once, I have roughly estimated that it will take more than a month of continuous treatment to fully recover!" Old Charlotte reminded before he could do anything.

Ney looked at Timony and frowned, didn't Timonie have to endure another month of pain?

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, as long as the active poison is controlled, there will be no more such violent reactions, which means that Madame will not continue to suffer from the pain she is in now," Old Charlotte explained as she saw Ney's thoughts.

Ney and Timony nodded reassuringly. Agreed.

Old Charlotte took off the fruit from her back and held it in her arms, walked up to Timony, and motioned to the maid next to her to lift part of the clothes from Timony's stomach. Of course, old Charlotte said to Ney: I'm sorry, the gods will forgive me for my rude gaze.

"What is this?" asked Saramanti, confused, of course, about the so-called fruit.

Old Charlotte glanced at Saramanti, the lady whose curiosity was a little overrun.

"It's the fruit of some kind of sacred tree," said old Charlotte perfunctorily.

Shifting his gaze to the fragrant wood bed hung with silk curtains, a cyan snake-shaped bulge on Timony's snow-white belly was so conspicuous that Saramante, who was on the side, couldn't help but exclaim. The terrifying serpentine seemed to be actually running through Timony's belly.

The corners of Old Charlotte's mouth twitched, and he slowly put the fruit in his hand up. A slight "beep" sound emanates from inside the fruit, accompanied by an imperceptible flash of light. Old Charlotte's mouth whispered something in a low voice, as if chanting magic?

In a moment, "um" Timoni's nasal voice sounded softly, and she felt a sense of comfort that had not been there since she was sick, and the comfort of her whole body prompted this involuntary cheer!

Ney saw Timony's ruddy complexion, and her hanging heart gradually returned to normal.