Chapter 101 Ramon (on)

The doctor that Willow said was quickly taken.

Taylors carefully observed the strange man in front of him.

He should be more than fifty years old, almost bald, but looks very prominent. A huge nose is on the narrow face, and the dark green eyes turn flexibly with an ugly smile, which is weird and uncomfortable.

"You must be the new prince," the old man with a strange look wearing a yellow leather jacket, a little dirty in the dungeon, a strange syrup on his body, only to see him inexplicably laughing, a glimpse : "The monk is called Ramon."

"It's a doctor."

Tyres frowned.

He waved his hand and signaled that Wyah closed the barracks left after the escorting soldiers left.

"Do you know my identity?"

Ramon staggered his head forward, whispering from time to time, with a smile like a frozen face, like a juggler:

"Oh, the news, it’s always spread very quickly, faster than you think... especially the soldiers around are talking about your name."

Stepplea stepped forward and said: "Very good, there is a person who needs medical care, if you are a doctor..."

He looked at Chora.

Ramon smirked and looked up at Cholla's direction.

"I can try it, I can't guarantee it," he walked to Chora, but suddenly turned back, his eyes were prominent, staring at Tells in a strange way: "I heard, Your Highness, you want to go north to Exeter?"

Wyatt and Rolf frowned.

Tyres nodded.

This old man.

A bit strange.

A little bit strange.

But he is a doctor after all.

"Well," Ramon walked slowly to Jola's side, seemingly thinking about something: "A good journey... Exeter."

The weird doctor carefully observed the slightly trembling, white-faced Chora.

"Ah, the brave warrior... is still a super-swordsman with the power of the end." Ramon raised Jola's weak arm and his eyes flashed.

"There is a bad habit when I swing my sword..."

“Like sniper and face-to-face swords...”

"The right upper arm and back muscles will probably start to ache after the age of sixty..."

Under the strange eyes of Wyah and Rolf, he slowly opened the bandage of Chora.

"Cutting and tearing, chest and back."

"I didn't deal with it immediately after the injury. I don't know if it is urgent or not..."

"Loss him for so long..."

"This kind of wound, I can recognize the vampire's claws when I close my eyes..."

Tyres looks a glimpse.

This doctor.

There seem to be some doorways?

"The medium amount of blood loss, the body is weak."

"The key is that the two wounds are not handled properly, and the fester is a bit more..."

"If you don't deal with it right away, I guess he can still hold on to one day? One night? Hehe..."

Ramon turned his head and snorted, watching Taylors, smiling.

"What's wrong," Putilai asked slowly: "Can you save him?"

"Hey."

Ramon stared at Taylors, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Most of the doctors are probably at a loss."

Tyres frowned.

"They can only look at luck, wait for the swordsman to heal or die." He took a sigh of relief and said slowly.

Everyone frowned slightly.

"Wait," Putilai said quietly: "You said, the vast majority?"

Ramon just laughed.

Taylor raised his hand and gestured to Putilie to ask questions.

The second prince looked at Ramon seriously and asked, "What do you mean, can you save him?"

Ramon licked his right eye and the strange nose smoked:

"I didn't say that."

"But I can give it a try, a little potion, handle the wound, cut off the rotten meat... As for the chance to save him successfully..."

Putile next to Thales frowned.

Ramon once again showed a strange smile: "Depending on the reward, you know, pay."

Tyres eyebrows pick one.

"You will get the reward you deserve." Teres added a sentence: "Sufficient rewards - guaranteed by the royal family."

Anyway, it is not his money.

"Haha, you misunderstood," Ramon put down the dying Jolla, putting his eyes on it:

"I only ask for one thing," he narrowed his eyes and looked at Tells in detail: "I am fed up with the dungeon here..."

He tried to show a friendly smile and said: "When the Prince is going north to Exeter."

"Please bring me with me."

Silence for a moment in the barracks.

Tyres looked at Chora, who was grayed out on the bed, and pinched his fist.

Take him away?

"You know that I don't have the right to let you go," Tyres forced the discomfort of his heart: "I am not the commander here."

Doctor Ramon showed his teeth and smiled slyly: "But your father... is the commander of the commander of the commander here, isn't it?"

"And you are not letting me go, but putting me under your watch..."

"Desolation." Wyatt snorted: "You are talking about conditions with your Highness?"

"Just ask," Ramon closed his hands and smiled. "If I can get the answer, I am sure that I will do my best to treat this seriously dying gentleman?"

"No," Teres stared at him poorly: "You don't just want to talk about conditions, you are still threatening me."

"And, see you can't help... Are you really a doctor?"

“How dare?” Ramon spread his hand and revealed a mottled yellow tooth: “I mean, even if it is a doctor, I can only try to save him... If it fails, my Highness can throw me back into the dungeon. And even give me some trouble..."

"Of course, if he is lucky enough to be rescued by me... just some of your kindness, take me out of the dungeon..."

"And the one on the bed looks very painful..."

"Just take me a ride..."

"You have a lot of conditions." Wyatt stepped forward and was cold and authentic.

"I just made a suggestion," Ramon said with a smile. "Accept or not, all in the temple."

"If I say no?" Tyres silently said: "I don't agree to let you go out of the dungeon, do not agree to take you away, will you refuse to treat him?"

Ramon laughed: "Of course not..."

But the doctor’s eyes flashed in the cold.

"Oh... but you know, my medical skills are actually very lucky..."

"Oh... if you can’t cure it, you can’t blame me...hehe...”

"It’s a pity that such a heroic soldier, oh... looks like it’s for the robes..."

Putila's face changed.

"You are bargaining with the prince of the stars," he muttered. "This is disrespectful."

"Dare," Ramon shook his head. "I just believe in the kindness and wisdom of His Royal Highness."

The anger also rushed into the heart of Wyatt: "You know, we can also send you back to the dungeon."

"The ferryman can also send him to the prison river." Ramon pointed to the bed of Qola, slamming his hands.

Rolf looked at Ramon coldly.

Putilla looked at Chora, who seemed to be struggling in the nightmare, and was close to Tyre’s ear:

"Maybe we can promise him first..."

"As long as the last moment, Lord Satherley deducts him, you are not guilty..."

Taylors licked his lips.

He looked up and stopped Pudley's whisper.

Taylor looked at Ramon.

This is the only practicing doctor around the Broken Dragon Fortress?

"You know, I can actually promise you," he said silently.

Putty's face was tight.

“Thank you!” Ramon laughed and said: “This is just a matter of your hand, and I think Lord Satherley will respect you...”

But the laughing Ramon was interrupted.

"But I just had a very bad day, Mr. Ramon."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up:

"And you know why?"

The words of Ramon to his lips suddenly lag.

"Because I allowed a stranger to enter my messenger... even if he was actually loyal," Taylors took a deep breath, and under the worried eyes of Wyatt and Putier, he slowly said:

"But I ended up losing more than half of the people - they all bleed for me and sacrificed for me."

"It might even include this, Chora lying in bed."

He is cold and cold:

"I don't like people using this to bargain with me."

Ramon glimpsed.

"And, this lesson taught me," Taylors looked up, and he heard himself sinking: "For things you can't understand, always be wary enough."

Ramon lowered his head and listened to Tyres literally:

"For example, at the border of the conflict between the two countries, a doctor who was inexplicably locked in the fortress dungeon, with all sorts of weird and doubtful points, asked to join my team to go to the more dangerous and uncertain future of Exeter. ”

Ramon frowned unconsciously.

This prince...

Taylors continued: "The dungeons of the Broken Dragon Fortress may be uncomfortable, but it is always safer and more reliable than the border between the two countries where the atmosphere is tense."

"But you ask, go up to Exeter."

"You are not at all to leave the dungeon." Taylors looked up slightly and faintly.

Ramon looked differently at the little prince in front of him.

he……

"I am willing to sacrifice my own safety and interests, provide medical services to the prince's team, and then continue the dangerous journey with him." Taylors sat in his chair and crossed his hands:

"You must be a saint, Dr. Ramon," Tyres shook his head and said slowly: "If not..."

"You must have something to sue."

Ramon frowned.

bad.

It seems that this little prince does not seem to be as foolish as he imagined.

"I just need to get out of here..." Ramon exhaled from his nose and looked up: "And the war outside is too dangerous, I think the prince's mission may be safer..."

"Safe?" Tyres looked at him coldly: "Even three-year-olds know that we are contaminated with the blood of King Nunn, and then go to the country he ruled... safe?"

"Okay, okay, I don't expect the protection of the Prince's Royal Guard! You don't have to take me on a full trip. Soon after entering Exeter, I will leave immediately," Ramon squinted, helplessly Bitter smile: "As long as it is so simple, I promise to cure him!"

"And, I can help other things," Ramon adjusted his breath and turned to Wyatt and Rolf: "For example, the young man's injury... I guess it was also caused by a vampire? And you, wearing silver. The guy in the face, the broken arm...this can't wait..."

Wyatt spit out a sigh of relief.

Rolf's face is not good.

"I can cure him?" Tyres whispered, his tone very different: "Hey, you just didn't say that."

When Ramon glanced, he swallowed and said: "I have confidence in myself...just to ensure that I am free from the dungeons and avoid the military disaster..."

But Tyres did not buy it.

His Royal Highness interrupted him again:

"I will give you another chance to answer my question - what is your purpose?"

Ramon stared at him.

Damn little devil.

After a second, Ramon suddenly laughed:

"Well," he spread his hand and shrugged indifferently: "Since the prince of the prince does not believe me, then I will go back to the dungeon..."

But he couldn't finish it.

"Your chances are running out, Dr. Ramon." Taylors smiled suddenly: "This is what you forced me."

Ramon's pupils shrank.

what?

He is... what are you going to do with me?

"The casual punishment is the privilege of the tyrant," Ramon opened his mouth and slowly said: "And you are still young, are you? If you pass it out..."

Puttier looked at Taylors puzzledly.

I saw the prince slowly leaning back, facing a confused Ramon.

Tyres raised his right hand and pressed his forehead.

"Say, sorry," Tyres chuckled and said slowly: "I don't want to... this is for you."

"The ability to be taboo."

what?

Beside the Putier, Wyatt, Rolf, and even the absent-minded Edda, they are unified.

ability?

What ability?

For personal reasons, it was a day off.

What? Want to make up?

No sword: (noisy) what a joke! I am like the diligent code word, one day breaks, the next day will try to use the two chapters back?

Not like it!

Collection, recommendation, reward, monthly ticket, drug review, touting, no brain spray, I will accept everything!

Only reminders will not accept!

By a serious face without a sword

(End of this chapter)