The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Okay, I'm going to Toto Village.

Bring Satella and Judo brothers and sisters to your room.

I'm taking Satella, too, because if I leave this kid poorly, I'm sure, he walks on his own, and vice versa, it's dangerous.

"Satella should never take off her hood. That's the condition for taking you. Like?"

"Yes!

While bitterly smiling at Satella, who raises her right hand vigorously, she moves simultaneously to where we were attacked.

Satella and Jude brothers and sisters peering around with a stunned look.

(See, I don't blur. Show him the way!

Whispering, urging, we go into the woods.

"Um... what was that earlier?

"Yeah?"

"We've moved this far"

"Oh, that's my metastasis ability."

Jude asks hesitantly, so I answer that.

"Metastasis…"

From what I hear, if you continue along this beast path, you will reach the village of Toto for about a day or so.

It's not that urgent. When the night is up, we will return to Straheim, spend the night at the inn, and then we will march again.

Half a day later, the night was late, so he returned to the Inn of Straheim, and the next day he would push again through the woods.

Finally, I went to Toto's village.

"This is terrible..."

I don't think of the tragedy that spreads in front of me, and that feeling leaks.

My mother-in-law's men who came here to discern me were not ashamed and said they would not be exempt from taxes. In a way, I even remember being impressed with its full outer path.

The fields are burnt, man. There's a lot of blood. Even the burned buildings are scattered.

Now, quite a few of them are dead.

"Let's start with the treatment of the injured. Show me."

"Ha!!"

Jude was blurry and watching this tragedy, but he leads the way like a bullet.

It was like a digging shed there.

Upon entering the room, the unique smell of pus (umi) stimulates the sense of smell. I don't have to look. I'm sure the meat is rotten. You may have seen things a little too sweetly.

"Kid, who is it! This isn't a playground! Get the hell out of here!!"

An old man with gray hair yells at me as he looks at me.

"I brought someone who could fix it."

"Who can heal you?!? What can a child do?!!? Why don't you get out of here!

Let me see the extent of the wound.

No eyes for the old man, and when I kneel, I begin scrutiny of nearby patients.

"Here, don't touch it on your own!!"

It's an amazing sword screen, and it grabs my shoulder.

"It's a distraction, so take that grandfather outside. Out of the way."

Judo nods, dragging his grandfather, who still raises his voice.

The wound had accumulated pus, and there was evidence of a large amount of maggots.

"Visible mucous membranes are pale... dehydrated, respiratory apnea, damn it!

He also has jaundice, probably sepsis, and multiple organ failure. It's not weird when you die. This is not a treatment. It's just a hospital for sick people.

"Bad chest feces!

Calm down! It's not like me. I can't predict what would happen if I used magic with this maggot. If it's repaired with maggots, it doesn't make sense.

Again, Theory Street, the first choice for fly maggotism - the only way to remove and wash the maggots from the wound. Use magic on it to heal. But you can magically cure all the way to sepsis?

No, now it's later to think. Which way, we have to treat it.

From the item box, remove the iron kiln (kama) for cooking, operate the lower magic - water bullet (water barred), and add the water.

No way, I never thought the cookware I bought in and put down the other day for the food store would be useful in a place like this.

Carla and Satella are watching countless maggots descend on their bloody faces.

"Bring a beautiful cloth!!"

Are you two hearing me or not, I'm just blurring (blurring) and shaking my body.

"Hurry up!!!"

When they yell at each other, they finally move out, crying, yelling.

"I'm in the middle of cleansing the mountain gods right now! Get away from me!

An old woman of white and red clothes, a priest, appeared with the old man earlier and spewed out such unusual words.

"Well, let the stranger's kid lose it immediately!

The old people, when they come into the room one after the other, let them take whatever they want and shout (because of it).

This is terminal in a way. I can't save him enough to cry.

"Judd, if you want to help these people, beat the crap out of these big idiots!

"Okay. Excuse me, Master Big Baba. I need you to leave. Everybody, please!

At Judd's behest, the young men shouted loudly and forced the old men out.

"Bring the water from the kiln to a boil, and put the wood and cloth in it!

It doesn't make much sense, but it's better than not disinfecting either.

Lower the water pressure of the water bullet (water barred) and thin the water like a line, allowing it to bathe in the wound.

Zulu, a lot of maggots are flushed, coming from the wound. All right, if this is...

Rinse the maggots with water, then remove the maggots diving (hissing) in the back with a wooden claw, and wash them with water in mind. I repeat this even, and when I am finally finished removing all maggots (udders), when I hit the patient with the palm of my right hand, I chant [median recovery (middle heel)].

A third of the wound heals. When I used it again, 90% recovered. Sensibly, it consumes quite a bit of magic. Currently, the wound is mild. If you put honey on it and keep it rolled in a beautiful cloth, it will heal.

"Wow..."

Judes' fuzzy voice.

"What, I'm bluffing! Is the cloth in hot water cold yet?"

"Yes!

"Then, after washing your hands well, apply the honey there to the affected area and wrap the water around a well-squeezed cloth! Here we go. Hold him down!

"Yes!!"

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At the end of the treatment of the third and fifth patient, I lower my back to the ground. Honestly, I'm freaking out already. My head gangs, probably, from a lack of magic. You may pass out if you lose your mind.

From the madness of the old men in this village, this place equals the enemy land. Stun is suicide.

But I still have something to do.

"Master Gray, are you okay?

Satella looks worried and asks about her complexion.

"Oh."

When you get up,

"Admiral!"

Judes running wet with tears on their cheeks.

"What is the patient's condition?

"Everyone's looking better and breathing calmly!

To the words of Carla's tears, nod gently, out of the item box, remove the rice purchased - the leaso and the meat and mountain vegetables, and place them on the floor.

Reeso (US) bought it this morning in a deal with Gilles. They were purchasing it for me.

"Because it is quite debilitating, we need to feed it with high nutritional value. Boil them in a pan and feed them. But one by one, slowly."

Place on the floor. It's time for the limit. Let's go back to the inn.

"Satella, I'll be back at the inn."

"Ha!"

I was surrounded by dozens of villagers with wax and swords, trying to see and transfer a satire that jumped into my body.

"What imitation?

"He is the incarnation of the devil! Let him escape and there will be disaster in the village!

An old priest-style woman comes out of a human blend while causing her eyes to go mad.

Very well. The reason this village is unhappy is because there are such scumbags.

"You're the devil incarnate. That's how you've ruled out anyone in a position against yourself? Old lady, what you did was the worst form of torture for what you've hurt."

"Stop lying!!"

"You won't fool me, you demon!!"

Villagers who face each other for our exchange. He's got a weapon, but nobody's pointing it at us. The only people who speak loudly of cursing at me are those grandfathers.

"Everyone would have seen that bloody face!? The smell of pus is gone too! All of it, this guy, healed me!

Jude tries to convince me...

"Shut up, you punitive! Because of the devil you called upon, they were wounded. I'm sure the mountain gods will be angry. Oh, my God, my God, everyone, kill that demon there!

An old woman with a hysterical voice and pointing to me.

I got angry so far, it's not. This man is much worse in quality than all the bad bandits.

"Well, don't kill him!

"It's not Lord Big Baba's life!

One after the other, the old men skipping directions around.

"Those who have been subjected to evil laws must be redone. Immediately quarantine!

Not good. Not yet, they weren't cured, they were all galloping and had the worst nutritional status. I guess I haven't fed him anything since he was wounded. Also, if you are left alone, now is the time to die for sure.

Well, what do we do? Even in this worst case, people of this magnitude would be able to kill instantly, but they are unlikely to be able to do anything about it. You can't kill even what's being forced, and you can't risk exposing Satella. Would you like to temporarily transfer to your room at Straheim Inn?

The old woman, as she proudly won, points the cane in her right hand at me, but no one even tries to move with Pickle just by leaning down. Apparently, not all villagers are crazy.

"What are you doing? Don't kill me!"

One of the old men gets dramatically high,

"I'm kidding!!!"

They are shielded from the roaring of women like thunderbolts. The woman was on the side surrounding us, not with Jude and his people.

"You said you'd clean up and all you had to do was pray. Come on! My brother's getting weaker and weaker, and he died three days ago!

"Say what! The filthy flesh will perish, but its soul will be elevated to the heavenly kingdom ruled by the mountain gods. That's envy!

"Bye! Don't be proud of death!!"

The old lady who sets up her blues and wakes them up like crazy, and the old men around her.

The scum theory of this hand is the same in every world, every era.

"Well, if you're so jealous, why don't you visit that heavenly country? I can help you. If you're clean and right, you'll be able to do well with the kingdom of heaven."

"Don't be confused, my brothers! This is the devil's sweet word!

The old men who shield the villagers and retreat to distance themselves from me.

"Kill it! Kill that demon!

The devil, kill him, Cole, happens from the old men.

"It certainly makes sense what the person has to say. Where were the folks at the New Year's Eve party when they were raided by goblins? I thought you were ordering something great from behind! Why can't someone like that clean up those people who were killed and wounded?

"Yeah, these guys didn't do anything for our village. He just ordered us to die for the mountain gods. I know. You're saving up a lot, aren't you, Rye?

"Huh? Is that true?

"It's true. Because I used to carry mountain vegetables to his warehouse for the cost of prayer for my brother. At that time, the mountainous rye was contained."

"Oh, come on, that's not a sprinkle. Where in this village can you afford that!?"

As the voice of anger rises intermittently,

"Hey, when I went to talk to the lord, it was after an official who was supposed to be from Imperial Capital had already left for some reason. That's crazy, huh?

Boy, the man with the head speaks a bossy question.

"I don't care about that! Kill that demon quickly!

Blood is drawn from the old woman's face, sweating like a waterfall. I can see the upside of things.

In that case, a fearful middle-aged man raising his right hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm scared, I couldn't tell you before, but I saw it when I woke up in the bathroom at midnight. A badly eyed swordsman-style man walks into Lord Baba's house."

"Hey, speaking of ill-eyed swordsmen..."

"Oh, it's the swordsman your wife brought from the Imperial City"

A badly eyed swordsman is a mercenary brought by his mother-in-law from the Imperial Capital, a bastard who behaves violently against his servants, good thing he likes it.

"Damn!!"

I guess this is what anger would look like if it took shape. In an instant, the old women surrounded by the villagers with their eyes.

"No, it was you guys who focused your direct conversation day on the last day of your official's stay, wasn't it?

A woman who was killed by her brother shook up her weapon and approached the New Year's Eve party.

"Not that far."

A voice of restraint heard from behind.

Looking back over his shoulder, he enters his sight with a small, immortal monkey and a man dressed in an eye-opening, gray-haired butler.

"" "" Famous Lord!! ""

"Master Gray!

"Ha... are you serious"

My consciousness sinks into the darkness with certainty that things are going badly.

When you open your lid, a maid child who sleeps with me as a pillow.

And while surrounding the furnace, there was a famous man and Sebastian.

"How many hours have I slept?

"Since then, about five hours."

This is the first time I've ever collapsed with zero minds. It seems to be something that will regain consciousness in five hours. It could have been a good experience. How dare you escape reality?

"How far did you hear?

"From the villagers, it's rough."

"You tell my father?

Because we need to leave this territory now. Throwing Jude and the others on the way is disgusting, but this is fate too. I have no choice. At worst, we should also think and act on asylum to other countries.

"I won't tell you. By the way, boy, is it true you used the magic of healing?

Now there is no need to keep the exercise of magic a secret. Perhaps at the time I am here, we should solve that it is already perceived that we have the ability of the metastatic system.

"True."

"Oh! Saint!

All of a sudden, Sebastian exhales greatly into the famous man who worships.

"I need an explanation."

"Again, I didn't know. Only three people in our empire can use healing magic. He's a brave man, a virgin, a wise man."

"I sound like an evil devil, though?

"You're sarcastic. Even if he tried to kill our Lord's son. They will be disposed of here."

Scary. Sebastian, you were a cleaner too. Well, I was thinking that. It's too awesome for an amateur.

"What were they doing besides my attempted murder?

"I'm your wife's spy. You seemed to get a lot of money. In addition, she called it prayer and gathered sick people in one place in order to reduce food support."

Immediate disposal when injured and unavailable as a workforce. From the edge, not a single injured person was meant to live. That mother-in-law, you better die. I think so from the bottom of my heart.

"By the way, stop worshipping me. Honestly, I don't feel very good."

I still frown upon the famous man who worships me with his hands. This kind of superstitious spirit was taken backwards against the inferior species. I wonder why these people don't learn from that fact.

"I'm sorry. Saints."

You don't seem to know at all, but it's not a hobby to hit eight, and it's remarkably offensive, as if you've reached the same level as your mother-in-law.

"So, what does Sebastian want with me? I have no intention of supporting my father, who is nothing but such a puppet. [M] Neither does Cliff."

"I understand. You're not the kind of person who goes under someone."

"You mean to acquiesce to my actions?

"Yes, please don't hesitate"

I can't read false or not from Sebastian's expression, but at least I can't feel anything like hostility. Shit, I guess it's just a story at the moment.

"What about the patients? Have you spoken of the meal?

If you narrow your eyes to that question of mine,

"Don't worry. We all ate right. I was wondering if Toshi was in Vietnam."

I assure you so.

"Yes. Can I sleep a little more?

Here, if you move to the inn, you'll wake up Satella.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Sebastian, Patient Care… Please…"

Now it is my consciousness that sinks into the dark darkness.