When I arrived at the Medical House in Chengbei, it was already dark.

In order to prevent the accident from happening again, Salter returned to the warehouse and transferred five guards from the legion to the caravan. The medical workshop in this alley in the north of the city was now filled with guards holding sharp blades.

The doctor in black linen coat was assisted by his assistant, using a sharp little sharp knife to clean Ron's broken rotten flesh on his arm. In desperation during the day, Yat only used bǐshou to cut off most of the poisoned rotten flesh, but if the minced meat that had been soaked with poison continued to stay on Ron, Ron would have no hope of saving his life.

The doctor wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, turned his head quietly to look at Yat who was being bandaged, and couldn't help asking, "Big~ Sir~ Can your method really work? I think in order to save the young man's life, I'd still saw off my entire arm. Although one arm is missing, it may still be able to save a life. The treatment method of digging out minced meat and detoxifying is simply a whim."

Yat ignored the doctor's words. As soon as he entered the door, the old guy quickly took a look and concluded that Ron must be amputated, otherwise Ron would definitely die.

Yat expressed his understanding of the doctor's words, which was indeed the best treatment option for most doctors. But for a young and strong man in his 17 or 18 years old, losing one arm is like losing his life. Without any chance, Yat would never let someone remove his arms and legs, so he forced the doctor to boil the knife through the knife and then cut off Ron the poisoned minced meat little by little.

"Just do what I said, remember to clean the rotten meat and drain the pus and blood, apply the herbs I brought and then bandage the wound with a thoroughly cooked cotton cloth, and leave the rest to God."

The doctor felt that these treatment methods were simply heresy, but looking at the strong guard in the room holding swords, axes and hammers, he had to swallow these words into his stomach without any disobedience.

In the dim room of the medical room, Jafar looked shocked as Yat directed the doctor to treat Ron. This treatment method was not unfamiliar to him, because in his hometown, these medical skills of saving people were used to, and only those who claimed to be saints would persevere in the power of religion in this way.

"Yat-Sir~ You-really-not-the Knight of the Holy Regiment?" Jafar asked again.

Yat patted the guard who bandaged him and signaled that he could leave. After no one around him, he looked up and replied to Jafar: "I am indeed not a Holy Knight. I used to be a Holy Soldier and participated in the Holy War. If I guess correctly, were you a Mamluk cavalry? You don't have to lie to me, I have no hostility towards you."

Jafar simply stopped hiding and whispered: "I was originally the guard of Syrian Emir, and the master was killed and fled here to wander."

Yat was secretly surprised. It turned out that Jafar's identity was not only Mamluk but also an elite soldier in the army. No wonder this guy is so powerful in combat.

"What are you going to do next? I mean after you complete my employment."

Jafar frowned slightly, and a look of loss flashed in his eyes, but immediately returned to normal and replied: "The arena - revenge, and wandering again."

"That gladiator will definitely be on guard against you. I'm afraid you won't be able to take revenge so easily, but this is what you should do."

"Well~ I have different ideas about wandering things. For a warrior like you who has been through a long battle, it is a pity to compete with bedbugs and mice for food all year round. After you complete your revenge, if you are willing to continue galloping across horses, you can come to me in the south of Tinets County. I am the patrol officer of Tinets County. You can go to a hotel called "Free Bison" in the county to ask about my whereabouts."

Yat really wants to recruit such warriors, even if he is his former enemy, Yat will not rush to ask people to join his own command for those who are used to wandering.

Jafar shrugged and replied, "If—I—live—will—consider."

"Okay, I will wait for you." Yat knew that Jafar was not good at speaking, so he stopped communicating with him and turned to close his eyes and rested.

After a while, Salter brought Laven to the medical room.

"Did you find out? Is there a traitor in our own right?" Yat asked the two, because Yat's whereabouts today were not mentioned to outsiders. After excluding the suspicion of being a few people around him, only the caravan guards might eavesdrop on the rumors.

Salter and Lavin both hung their heads deep down.

"Who is it?" Yat's tone was unkind.

Laven slowly raised his head and replied, "It's a newly recruited guard from the caravan. This morning, this bastard said that he lost something in a tavern in the city the day before yesterday and went out to retrieve it. I agreed without thinking too much, but the bastard never came back. When I counted the number of people just now, I found that one person was missing. I asked the people around me, and they said that the bastard went out to do business under my order~~"

"Sir, it's all my fault. When I recruited guards, I didn't make any detailed explanations, so I actually let this bastard get in. I must catch this bastard and dig out his intestines!" Lavin said with gritting his teeth.

Salter turned his head and looked at Lavine, saying in a questioning tone: "That bastard must be hiding now. Where do you go to catch him? I'm just worried that he will shake off our affairs in the south birch forest, and that will happen to us, and Baron Bazel~"

Yat waved his hand and said, "It's useless to say these things now, and this kind of thing is inevitable. After you go back, you will be strict with selecting and supervising the caravan guards again."

After saying that, Yat turned his head again and said to himself: "I just didn't expect the opponent to use this trick directly."

"I want to kill me, your sword is not that sharp yet!!!" The murderous aura in Yat's eyes rose.

"You go back and tell the caravan's escort that no one is allowed to leave the warehouse without my permission. In addition, you must pay attention to the goods. I am worried that the opponent will attack the goods."

"Yes, sir." The two of them answered in unison.

Salter and Laven left, and Felix was back.

"Brother-in-law, Sir William has personally taken me to Selangfer Monastery to say hello. The monastery has promised us to send Ron to recuperate. The vice president personally met with Sir William and me. He also promised to prepare a house for Ron alone to recuperate, and to send special monks to take care of Ron."

"Okay, Ron's wound has been treated, and we'll send him to the monastery right away."

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On the afternoon of the second day of the assassination, under the personal inquiry of Bishop Orlov, Consul Lucesen ordered the city to arrest the assassination of the assassination of the palace knight Atwood Wells, and claimed that he would severely punish the mastermind behind the murderers. The owner of the gladiator outside the city also sent his confidants to apologize to Yat with gifts and promised to assist the sheriff in finding the group of black men who assassinated At...

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In the evening, in the Lucesen Guild Hall, the head of the Trade Association.

"Sir Yat, I have heard from the manager of the gladiator-stadium and Kennem about your encounter yesterday. I promise you that I have no idea about this terrifying conspiracy. You are the escort knight of the Marquis's court guard, and you are so close to Bishop Orov. As a merchant, I cannot let things develop into an uncontrollable situation." In the office room, Jeffer, the head of the Lucester Trading Guild, looked at Yat with a bloody cotton cloth and said sincerely.

Yat picked up a glass of wine in front of him with his unbanded left hand and shook it a few times, answering, "Mr. Jeffer, personally, I absolutely believe that with your wisdom, you will definitely not participate in this stupid conspiracy. But during this period when I brought the caravan to Lucesen, I was excluded by the guild everywhere. Now everyone knows that the guild regards me as an enemy. If I say that the assassination has nothing to do with the guild, I am afraid that others will not believe it so much?"

"Yesterday Bishop Orov asked me if I was a killer sent by the guild. I explained to the Bishop that it should not have been done by the guild, but the Bishop still doubted and said that the devils who harmed the nobles and saints would be punished." Yat pulled out Bishop Orov's flag to scare Jeffer.

Jeffer knew that the guy in front of him had a close relationship with Bishop Orov, and it was impossible to verify whether it was true as Yat said, but Jeffer could be sure that the manager of the arena said that Yat was Bishop Orov's illegitimate child should not be true.

"Sir Yat, the matter has happened. I don't want the Bishop to be angry because of these trivial matters. So I will try my best to convince the South Carolina in Lucesen to buy your goods at a reasonable price, but I cannot allow your caravan to enter the South Carolina market in Lucesen." Jeffer is now in a passive state. He was originally suppressing this protruding caravan under the pressure of Bishop Orlov. Now his allies have made such a bad mistake again, and he has to choose to give in.

When Yat heard Jeffre's tone, he wanted to use one-time compromise to calm the situation.

"Master Jeffer, I am not a beggar and refugee who asks you for food. If I can only sell a batch of goods, why should I personally lead the caravan to the north? Besides, there is a shortage of goods in the north and south, and I have the ability to continuously transport goods from the south to the north. I don't think you have any reason to refuse a stable and huge source of goods."

Jeffre smiled, "Sir Yat, do you think the caravan of more than a dozen carriages can provide a huge amount of goods?"

Yat shrugged.

"Do you know how much southern goods your opponent can deliver to Lucesen in a month? Thirty full carriages! This number is because the war in the South Land is not only blocked by the business roads."

"They have three caravans of this size in their hands. In recent years, the southern goods in the northern part of the Belarus Kingdom were almost all supplied by them. If their family had not received the status of a noble as a shield, they would have long become the richest family in the Belarus Kingdom. Now that family has a knight Lord and has climbed to the Earl of the Chancellor of the Finance Minister... Sir Yat, I admit that I dare not offend Bishop Orov, but as a merchant who survives through the trade of licensed goods, I dare not offend strong allies and the Chancellor of the Finance Minister who decides the life and death of the merchant."

"I have already said what should be said, and I have also said what should not be said. I hope you can understand the difficulties and hardships of our businessmen." Jeffrey gave a briefing to Att.

The wine glass in Yat's hand did not continue to shake. He had heard that the Dean family was strong in trade, but he did not expect that it would be so strong that it could organize nearly 100 carriages during the war. It was indeed not something that ordinary people could do. If he could not take advantage of the war, he might be afraid that once the war stopped, the Dean family could suppress Yat's newly sprouted business momentum like killing an ant in the trade.

"Sir Yat, we will accept all the fifteen southern goods you brought. This will also make you a lot of money. You don't have to leave Besanson. The situation there is more difficult than you think." Jeffre saw the hesitation and desire to retreat in Yat's eyes.

Yat hesitated for a moment and immediately regained his determination, "Master Jeffre, thank you for your kind reminder, but I am still determined to go to the East Line business route. If I can base myself on this business route in the future, I hope you can support it."

Jeffrey smiled and replied, "Sir Yat, wait until you convince the family in the south to us to discuss this topic."

Yat picked up the wine glass, got up and came to Jeffrey's table, and lifted the wine glass forward, "Thank you, Mr. Jeffrey for your advice, cheers."

Jeffre picked it up and was gently lifted, "Don't forget to explain it to Bishop Orov for me."
Chapter completed!