The indifferent voice was so loud all around the silence.

And when everyone's eyes looked in the direction from which the sound came, the afterglow of the setting sun happened to bypass the bell tower in Elta Square, and the dazzling light shone on the figure in a black coat, holding an orange cat, and smiling gently.

"Master!"

"Lord Credos!"

Different names come and go.

Arthur lowered Pendragon to the ground.

"Wait for me here, don't run around!"

With these words, Arthur stepped into the ring briskly under the gaze of everyone.

Hurt the organs!

Arthur could only see at a glance the severity of the injuries of Lord Dubois's nephew and Lord Bass's nephew.

Under the current level of conventional medical care in the world, there is basically no other possibility for an injury like the two of them except to wait for death.

But the world in front of me has a 'mysterious side'.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Arthur looked at the doctor in the ring, a middle-aged man wearing a cotton mask, hood, and gloves, and by the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

However, he has extremely heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Being able to serve as a doctor in the ring shows that the other party has a considerable reputation in South Los Angeles.

As for dark circles?

Except for the 'Sword Fighting Competition', I guess I'm still busy with my own affairs, right?

Just like him!

Arthur was sure that if the 'Sword Fighting Competition' were extended to a week, he would have to have dark circles under his eyes.

Thankfully, tomorrow is the final championship game.

Afterwards?

He planned to rest for two days, and he would never go out, just the kind that he slept.

"Of course, what do I need to do?"

The doctor asked politely.

"You hold the hilt of the sword, and when I slowly pour out the liquid, you need to draw the sword smoothly and slowly, definitely not too fast and not trembling your hands."

Arthur admonished.

Although the Hand of Nothingness can also do this, Arthur does not want to expose his Hand of Nothingness is a different fact.

It just so happened that there was a ready-made doctor in front of him.

As a doctor, hand stability is the first priority!

After all, after the Holy Age of Papal control and the Silver Age of aristocratic control, the Doctor was gradually on the right track in the Pioneer Era.

For example, the 'foolish medical treatment' of the barber and the doctor, who were the same person, and who believed that bloodletting, laxatives, and anal fistula with a soldering iron were mostly eliminated - of course, there are still some places where there is still a deep belief that guano can grow hair, especially for people who suffer from hair loss.

Most people understood this.

After all......

That is their only hope.

Who would blame a person who is superstitious because of his doom?

They and every hair they have a name!

"Understood."

The doctor grasped the hilt of the sword that had been inserted into Lord Bass's nephew.

The young man's long sword was stuck in his chest, and the wound was even greater.

Arthur took out a healing potion from the medicine bag in his coat, uncorked it and slowly poured it around the wound.

Under the doctor's stunned gaze, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Focus!"

Arthur gently reminded the other.

Anyone who faces the 'Mystic Side' for the first time will have a similar state, Arthur has long understood it, so he is not angry, and he also controls the flow rate of the potion.

"Good!"

The ring doctor immediately nodded and began to slowly draw his sword.

It was very stable, without the slightest tremor.

No extra wounds were made.

The liquid is also slowly seeping in.

When the spilled blood touched the potion, it immediately began to scab over and prevent more blood from seeping out - it was clear that Amuel, though unreliable most of the time, made a good potion.

In the future, you can commission her to make more in case you need it. ’

Arthur thought to himself, and when the ring doctor pulled out the sword completely, he immediately poured out half of the liquid in the test tube, and poured the remaining half into the mouth of the lord's nephew.

Looking at Lord Bass's nephew, whose wound had scabbed over and was breathing steadily, Arthur nodded secretly.

His goal is half accomplished.

There is one left.

Arthur's sudden voice naturally had his own purpose.

In addition to the necessary XP.

It's that Arthur also needs an 'admission ticket' to the 'South Los Noble Circle' - the knight title, which is recognized by the public as a nobleman, but it is not very easy to use in the South Los Noble Circle.

Arthur knew this all too well.

Arthur knew better that it would take more time, energy, and ...... to enter this closed, ancient, stereotyped, and dirty circle

Endure the nausea!

Arthur was naturally a little resistant to this.

But if he wants to obtain the inheritance and mysterious knowledge possessed by these nobles, he must be 'not afraid of dirty'.

As for being tougher?

If the Nanlos family is not dead, Arthur will remain calm.

However, Arthur's luck has been pretty good lately -

When Lord Bois's nephew and Lord Bass's nephew both fell to the ground, Arthur knew his chance had come.

Although the two young men could not inherit the titles of their respective uncles, as the children of nobles, even if they became wandering knights, they were still incomparable to ordinary people.

And with the grace of saving lives, when the two families hold salons and banquets again, Arthur will definitely be invited to participate.

In the same way, when Arthur holds a salon or banquet, he can also invite each other.

Don't underestimate such salons and banquets.

This is called a 'circle'.

A kind of 'protective film' that isolates the promotion channel of most people and allows a small number to enjoy more resources.

When the order is chaotic, this membrane is useless, as long as you are hard enough, it will break with a single stab, and at most it will bleed a little.

But when order is complete, the membrane becomes high, hidden in the light, so that the gazer cannot open his eyes.

As the minutes ticked by, and as Lord Dubois's nephew became breathing steadily and out of danger, the people in Elta Square once again applauded the young 'medium' in unison.

Arthur nodded around.

Then, his eyes gently looked at the two young people who were still lying in the ring, and said in a slow voice-

"Rest well, it's okay, it's all over."

"Thank you, Lord Credos."

The two thanked each other, and Arthur smiled and motioned for the stretcher to go to the ring.

There was no persuasion.

There is no point in pointing.

Compared with the commoners, the arrogance of these noble children will not accept the kindness of others at will.

Of course, because of this arrogance, Arthur is not worried about his return.

Whether or not the two learned from this near-death encounter, the reward will not change.

After seeing the two noble children being carried out of the ring, Arthur also jumped out of the ring and hugged Pendragon who was waiting beside him.

At this time, the doctor in the ring walked over quickly, first bowed, and then asked in a very low voice-

"Lord Credos, do you think that death can be brought back to life?"

Arthur listened to the question, still smiling on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

(End of chapter)