Next to the Cathedral of Carlius is the church's hospital. The entire hospital is built of bricks and wood. The walls are all gray in color, and there are many signs of filling in the walls.
There are two fully armed knights guarding the gate. The interior of the hospital is also in the Gothic church style. The floor is made of marble tiles, which is spacious and neat. One side of the wall is a tall stained glass window, which makes the entire space Illuminated by natural light, the other wall is covered with iron lamps filled with portraits of saints and crosses.
Unlike the church, there are no long rows of seats or altars, only rows of wooden beds, and it is filled with the smell of fireworks and pungent herbal smells. You can see wooden boxes storing herbs and powders everywhere, as well as wooden boxes for storing medicines. There are cabinets with various tools, including bandages, pliers and saws.
Krosia was lying weakly on the hospital bed. She had a high fever. The wounds on her arms looked even more terrible after removing the congestion. The monster's claw marks were deeply embedded in the flesh, leaving several torn wounds. The trauma, black viscous fluid was still seeping out from the severed blood vessels, and there was far no sign of improvement.
Cesare sat on the edge of the bed and held Crocia's other hand tightly. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of Crocia's slender hand, looking silently at his sister who was wandering on the edge of life and death. , he didn't dare to look at the serious wound, and he didn't know whether his silent prayer would really work. Only the deep sadness and despair could be expressed.
"Crocia...please...don't let anything happen...please..." Cesare whispered to the unconscious Crocia. The original cute face had lost all color at this moment. Crocia The corners of his slightly opened lips were whimpering in pain, as if he was being tortured by a nightmare.
There were also piles of blood-stained bandages and a large number of applied hemostatic herbs beside her bed, but the effect was not obvious. More importantly, the wound infection could not be cured at all, and the condition gradually worsened.
From the inner room, a bald priest opened the door and stood at the door. He was slightly thin, and the toes of expensive leather shoes were exposed under his gray robe. His expression first smiled and then seemed to realize that it was not appropriate. Shi Yi then showed sadness and regret again.
Looking into his arms, he could see a gold-plated box, which was tightly protected by the priest as if it contained some precious treasure. Then he went straight to Crocia's bedside.
Cesare raised his head slightly, weakly waiting for the other party to speak.
The priest's eyes revealed a gloomy and uneasy mood, and his facial features also showed a sad expression, as if he was trying hard to suppress his true emotions.
"Ah... we tried our best, we really did our best, kid." The priest sighed repeatedly in a simple sentence. "We have tried the most efficient healing magic on your sister. Unfortunately, we have never seen this strange wound infection, and there is no way to cure it with the methods we have used."
The church possesses the most cutting-edge magic in the world. In their publicity, even the dead who have stopped breathing can be revived. How could they not be able to deal with Crocia's injuries?
Cesare knew that if the bishops came to help, Crocia would definitely be saved. From the healing magic they just cast on Crocia, it can be seen that this priest is not proficient in healing. They obviously don't care about their sister. life and death.
The priest's poor acting skills could hardly hide the hypocrisy in his eyes. There seemed to be many things hidden in his words, and Cesare didn't know what he was thinking.
"Please save my sister no matter what, no matter what the cost!" Cesare became increasingly impatient. Crocia's current situation was already critical and he could no longer afford to delay.
"Don't worry, I recommend another method to treat your sister's injury." With that said, the priest opened the unusual-looking box and took out a beautiful-looking Holy Grail.
"Look, this is a holy object consecrated by the cardinal himself. You can imagine the magic power contained in it." The surface of the Holy Grail is plated with a layer of gold and inlaid with jewels. The body of the cup is shaped like a goblet. Composed of the main body and two twisting handles, the overall look is flashy.
The light shining under the reflection of the sun even made Cesare unable to open his eyes. The so-called magic contained in it may not only make the cup look more gorgeous.
"Logically speaking, this is a sacred object of the church. We need it for daily prayers, but considering that human life is at stake...if you are willing to pay thirty...forty gold coins, we can give it to you for treatment. Your sister, it will definitely bring God’s blessings to your sister and help her recover as soon as possible.”
Seeing that Cesare was still hesitating, the priest continued. "This may sound a little expensive, but please believe that the loss of sacred objects will be a greater loss to the church. If you have any concerns, you can tell me."
Seeing the hypocritical smile instinctively rising on the priest's lips, Cesare was furious. He took a deep breath to keep himself calm, suppressed the impulse that was about to burst out in his heart, and almost gritted his teeth and asked tentatively.
"I saw that the bishops have just released magic in the city. Can you please ask the bishops to see my sister? As long as my sister can be cured, I can do whatever you want... I beg you."
The priest looked around Cesare and Crocia, who was suffering from high fever in the hospital bed. Judging from the clothes and appearance of the girl, she must be a noble lady from some family, and the boy claimed to be her brother. His clothes couldn't be more shabby, he looked like a servant or a follower, and he didn't have any family tokens on his body.
It seems that they can't afford the "holy things" of the church. Even the nobles and wealthy families go out in droves. How can anyone go out with only one servant? It seems that at most it is the illegitimate daughter of some family. , I don’t even have the money to buy holy relics, but I still want to ask the bishops to come forward. I am really poor and cowardly.
Moreover, the person who took action in the city today was not an ordinary bishop, but a red archbishop. Even ordinary clergy could not come forward to listen to the Holy Oracle. The priest thought this, a trace of displeasure flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he carefully held the Holy Grail. After putting it back in the box, he started talking hypocritically.
"Ah... the bishops are busy with their daily work, and many matters of this city, large and small, must be reviewed by him. Human life is important, but for the lifeblood of the city of Carlius, and even this country, it is inevitable that there will be some choices. There’s no way around it.”
The priest's eyes rolled out of his sockets, as if he had another plan. "But! What about your sister... I can ask the bishop, but I have to wait until the bishops have finished their official duties. Naturally, we won't do anything to save you. But at this time... you still need to wait."
"If you really can't wait, then you must also know that these days have not been peaceful. It can be said that the heaven and earth are not functioning properly, which has led to frequent disasters. Monsters are everywhere. Human beings are suffering and sleepless. However, the benevolent God He will not abandon his devout followers!"
The priest raised his hands, "As long as you sincerely repent of your sins, abandon worldly greed, especially dirty money, talk to your family about donating your property to the church to show your sincerity, we will pay tribute to the Supreme Church of Feilengcui. The court will apply for a certificate for you to prove that you have repented, and God will bless you and your sister, and all difficult and complicated diseases will be cured! Yes, you may have heard of it before, we generally call this certificate The Atonement Scroll is the hottest craze right now.”
At this time, Cesare had already put down Crocia's hand, turned around completely, and looked at the priest in front of him who was talking endlessly and with a radiant face. Cesare also had a polite sneer on his lips. .
It’s just that the priest didn’t notice that Cesare’s hands were making a clicking sound from the joints. He only felt that Cesare’s expression seemed to have heard it. He was very happy that things were finally progressing, and it was not in vain. After talking so much, he introduced the benefits of the Atonement Scroll even more excitedly.
"You will know when you get it, eh! It is not as simple as a piece of paper. We will carefully paste it on the metal plate. There will also be autographed visas from the Pope and the famous Borgia family on it. Come prove……"
"Shut up, you've said enough." Cesare couldn't listen anymore, and his patience was about to reach its limit. Crocia's precious treatment time could no longer be wasted in this money-cheating place. Minute by second. "I want to take my sister out of here. At least it's free to go out, right?"
Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the priest had no intention of stopping him at first, but when he saw Cesare suddenly taking out a silver ring from his pocket and putting it on his hand while packing his belongings, the priest's eyes suddenly lit up and his heart I think this kid has hidden it deep enough, and even now he still has oil and water on him.
He sneered secretly, boy, if you didn't show off your wealth today, it would be fine. I would be unlucky and lose money if I let you go, but since you let me see it, I will earn even one copper coin from you today.
"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. The price of this atonement scroll is negotiable depending on the effect. If you are really in trouble, we have other ways! Have you considered a mortgage? You don't have to pay off the debt all at once. The interest rate is easy to talk about!”
The priest's mouth was like a floodgate that was open and he kept talking, but Cesare, who had seen through his greedy nature, remained unmoved. No matter what he said, it would not delay Crocia's treatment time.
Seeing that what he said was completely ineffective, Cesare arranged his clothes and then helped Crocia up on the hospital bed. The priest became a little anxious. "Hey! You little brat, maybe I can't tell you today?"
Before the words came out of his mouth, the priest rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to touch Crocia's unconscious face before Cesare could. "Look, how pitiful this little girl is! She's burned like this, and she might die at any time. If you take her outside, where the wind blows and the sun shines, tsk tsk tsk, that's it. We are not responsible for anything."
The priest smacked his lips, pretended to feel distressed and touched Krosia's face twice with his fingers. As if what he said was not enough, he turned around and continued to speak. "You said you just care about a few dollars. Is money more important or life more important? At this critical moment, you have to prioritize and be conscientious. You said... eh!!!"
Without giving him a chance to finish, Cesare's fist landed hard on his face. The force was so strong that Cesare's own fingers were split, not to mention the priest's nose. How traumatized it was. The Holy Grail fell to the ground, and the priest's nose was crooked to one side, and the nosebleed flowed down, finally covering his chattering mouth.
"Don't touch my sister." Cesare moved his wrist and said coldly to the priest who was covering his nose and wailing.
"You! How dare you attack the clergy! Guards, where are the guards! Someone is coming!"
As expected, the important place of the church was heavily guarded. Within a moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hospital. The church guards stationed here heard the sound and rushed over. They were all wearing white and silver armor and holding unsheathed sharp blades in their hands. Surrounded Cesare.
"Catch him! Lock him up!" the priest roared, trying to push his nose back to its normal position, but the result was another series of painful screams.
When the guard stretched out his arm wrapped in heavy armor, Cesare silently showed the ring on his finger. The crow engraved on the ring looked down at everyone with its scarlet eyes. Normally, Cesare did not want to reveal his family identity, but it was different at this moment. Crocia had been delayed for too long, and now there was no time to delay, and she could not be with him. They have been stuck for too long.
The leading guard carefully identified the ring. The crow pattern was the symbol of the Hunyadi family that had not been seen for a hundred years. The guards hesitated. No one wanted to cause trouble for a count, let alone a count with a very bad reputation. Who knew whether the weirdo in that family would use some weird way to retaliate against them.
The priest also recognized the sign of the noble at this time. He was shocked at first. He was shocked that this seemingly ordinary boy actually had some identity. But if he was the Hunyadi family, everything made sense, so he changed from shock to His expression slowly turned into disgust, he muttered curses to himself that were deliberately inaudible, held his nose and left in despair.
When Cesare was confronting the group of guards who had not yet retreated, Crocia's fever on the bed seemed to be getting worse. Horrible nightmares were destroying the unconscious girl, and weak sounds came out of her slightly open mouth.
"elder brother……"
