To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 584

Episode 584 Departure on the Royal Road (1)

Stealing!

offend the listener.

Ray looked around.

At Sylveria’s words, the other therapists looked away.

holy water.

It was only natural that no crazy person wanted to be involved with the holy water that the pope had made himself.

Ray let out a small sigh.

Since it had already been exposed, there was no way they would believe it even if they insisted that it was a potion with good efficacy.

“I have a small friendship with Seongguk. This is also thanks to him.”

“A little acquaintance? What kind of friendship did the pope personally confer the holy water on? Be honest. Did you steal it from the Holy Kingdom?”

Of course, but I didn’t believe it.

In the first place, in order to receive the Holy Water from the Pope, he had to accumulate a certain amount of contribution to the Holy Land.

Only one person received that at such a young age.

He was the only saint who died after being attacked by a necromancer during the age of magic.

The rest of the pope’s holy water is usually used for the holy nation or used during the prayer ceremony of the high priests, so he said everything.

Since he possessed such a thing, he couldn’t help but disbelieve it from Silveria’s point of view.

she continued.

“If you tell the truth, even Goddess Gaia will have mercy on you.”

Gaia have mercy?

don’t give or take

Rather, I was afraid that I would get caught up in something else if I accepted it.

Ray, who was organizing empty bottles and wooden boxes, spat out the words as if tossing them.

“If you have such doubts, go to Seongguk and tell them. It’s a place where there are a lot of nobles who have nothing to do, so maybe some people will come all the way here.”

The saint casually criticized the priest.

Sylveria thought.

‘…Following the healer, this time to the Holy Water of the Pope…’

In her opinion, his actions were never something that humans could accomplish.

perhaps.

maybe maybe

Could he be a great race or a descendant of him?

As those thoughts flashed through her mind, Sylveria’s doubts so far began to fit together like a puzzle.

Even when I was about to be attacked by a monster on the way from Celia to Heron Kingdom.

Even when he raised the guild with the wisdom of looking ahead a few moves.

I also have swordsmanship skills that are not suitable for my age.

And with the healer’s certificate, he also has the Holy Water of the Pope.

It was understandable if he was a descendant of a great race.

She blinked her eyes, unaware that the puzzle she had put together had been forcibly put together.

She lowered her body abruptly and gave an example.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you!”

“Eh?”

Seeing her bowing down politely as if serving the emperor, Ray was embarrassed.

However, did he feel uncomfortable from that embarrassment?

Sylveria’s body was bent down as if it were about to touch the ground.

“Please forgive my rudeness until now!”

“Why are you like this all of a sudden? Did you eat something wrong today?”

“I had bread and salad for breakfast this morning!”

“Who asked that? Why are you doing this?”

When Ray asked back at his continued politeness, Sylveria looked around with a chuckle and then moved closer to him.

Bringing her lips close to her ears, she spoke quietly as if in a whisper.

“…Aren’t you a descendant of great beings?”

At her words, Ray froze as if he had been hit directly by the ice dragon’s breath.

Descendants of great beings?

Could it be that he knew that he was a descendant of dragons and set an example?

Thinking back, it was absurd.

“A great being is an asshole. Stop talking nonsense and get up. There is a mountain of work to do.”

“I accept your great will.”

Now, the way he speaks has completely changed.

The eyes that Sylveria was already looking at were not the ones looking at humans.

It was a nostalgic feeling, as if the goblins he had raised in the dungeon were looking at him.

Since Ray was called the goblin god by the goblins, it was easy to guess what her eyes meant.

I’d like to refute it, but if I did, I’d have to explain everything about how I got the pope’s holy water.

‘If that happens, it will be revealed that I am a saint.’

He didn’t know how the black room was moving.

Besides, since he secretly came to trade with the Kingdom of Heron, he wanted to avoid being exposed as a saint.

If, due to bad luck, the remnants of the Black Room spread throughout the Kingdom of Heron, they would surely not miss this good opportunity.

They’ll probably take advantage of the lack of confidence and attack weak kingdoms.

To that extent, it will be difficult for them to block the coalition with the Black Bang.

After weighing the pros and cons, Ray concluded that it was better to remain silent.

In the end, he couldn’t refute Sylveria’s words.

When Silveria, who thought of Ray as Hetzling’s dragon, was following his instructions.

The healers carefully lifted the holy water and brought it to the patients.

“Joe be careful. Then I will shed it.”

“Whoa… Whoa… I know. Please hold that one.”

The amount of 2 liters was not heavy, but since the bucket itself was filled with holy water, it swayed as if it would pour out at the slightest effort.

I don’t know if it’s a normal potion.

Knowing that this was the Holy Water created by the Pope, the healers were extremely cautious.

They carefully transferred the holy water they brought to the patient into a small canteen.

Then five canteens came out for each poisoned attendant.

The attendant, whose left leg was paralyzed, asked timidly.

“Are you telling me to drink all of this…?”

The middle-aged therapist answered by shaking his hands.

“There is no other pointy number. This is the highest grade among the precious holy water, so be grateful.”

The healers looked at the holy water and licked their lips.

They had never even drank holy water made by priests, let alone popes, in their entire lives.

In the first place, the price of the holy water that was put up for auction started at ten gold coins, so unless you were a noble or a popular merchant, you couldn’t even buy it.

The middle-aged healer said to the attendants.

“Those who can drink for themselves, drink for themselves. Those who cannot drink alone, call us. You must drink it all in ten minutes.”

ten minutes.

If it was long, it was long and if it was short, it was a short time.

At least the attendants, who had no discomfort in drinking, pushed water over their necks.

However, the attendants who had facial paralysis or showed symptoms of dysphagia were embarrassed to see the canteen.

When dysphagia comes, therapists come to help them because trying to force swallow can cause regurgitation through the nose.

“Think of slowly pouring a small amount down your throat.”

“Turn it off.”

Gulp-

Fortunately, the chewing function was impossible, but swallowing liquids such as water was not a big problem.

In the case of a patient with facial paralysis, a small amount of water was continuously given to them, and they ate well.

Ray looked around them several times to see if their condition was improving.

All canteens were empty one by one.

It doesn’t seem to have improved significantly yet, but the attendants’ expressions looked much more comfortable than before.

A little more time passed and the second canteen was empty.

It was seen that the stiff face of the attendant, who had suffered facial paralysis, was gradually relieved.

‘It’s definitely getting better.’

The attendants, who were slow to drink because of difficulty swallowing, also gradually speed up.

The left leg was paralyzed and it was difficult to move, but it was holding a comfortable posture little by little.

Certainly, the holy water of the pope must be good.

I didn’t even administer antitoxin serum, which was the only solution, but it was being treated little by little, so there was no panacea.

Did they realize that their bodies were gradually getting better?

Even the attendants, who had a hard time drinking at first, were now ready to lick the bottom of the canteen as if they were drinking honey water.

Sylveria looked at them with a happy face.

“Even though they are the servants of the family, they can also be called family members who have supported the family for a long time. You didn’t say anything, but I think my father can relax now.”

Count Sylvester is a person with a lot of affection.

When people who were mere servants were poisoned, they spent a lot of money to call in healers, so everyone who could know knew the count’s character and followed him with their hearts.

Ray also nodded in affirmation.

“I think the count will like it.”

As much as he likes it, some people will be offended by it.

For five canteens.

After drinking all the 2 liters of holy water, the attendants got up cleanly.

Ray, who had been preparing to make antitoxin antibodies if he was not cured even with holy water, was relieved when they recovered.

* * *

The Marquis of Garen slammed the table.

Kwaaaang-!

Hearing the news of the count’s family, he shouted in anger.

“What the hell are you talking about! The servants are fine! Isn’t the story different!”

Viscount Mace, who was confident that detoxification was impossible without the antidote they had, broke out in sweat at the wrath of the Marquis.

“I’m sorry. I never thought there would be an ambush…”

“What are you going to do about this! After all, there is no harvest! If it turns out that we were the culprits who poisoned the county, this time we could be ostracized from the central faction!”

Viscount Mace gritted his teeth at his words.

In fact, the Marquis of Garen was not without fault.

It was the marquis who had the idea of touching the count’s family from the beginning.

Besides, he made his own opinion, but he also agreed and put it into practice.

When things went well, he boasted that it was thanks to me, but when things went a little wrong, he immediately changed his attitude and shifted the blame.

It was that of a typical small man boat.

what about one

In the kingdom, the status is higher than the law.

No matter how unfair it was, since Marquis Garen was a nobleman two levels above him, he didn’t even have the courage to speak out.

If he put his mind to it, he could just as easily knock him out.

Viscount Mace struggled to make up for his failure.

“Give me one last chance. I will make it successful this time.”

“joy. It’s just a silly word. They say a good monarch gives you two chances.”

He looked down at Viscount Mace, pretending to be patronizing.

“Tell me.”