It’s lucky that they didn’t pursue it in vain. They did what the count said without saying a word and dared not disobey it at all.
"Hurry up and pack the horse and find another doctor!"
After receiving the count’s order, a man seemed to bow his head. He looked around and went to Tania to ask if there was a doctor nearby. Tania told me in a bitter tone that she couldn’t understand.
"The doctor didn’t turn into the alley in front of you. There lived a pharmacist in the third house."
After arranging the chaotic scene safely, the count turned his horse’s head and went to be held by the repairman. Rozzini witnessed a sudden battle scene, and Rozzini opened her eyes wide and looked panicked.
"No, Rosie, it’s all over. Didn’t dad always teach you? People who encounter such inhuman things but ignore them are not qualified to be nobles. You should remember that nobles have as much relative meaning as they have. "
Rozziness was looking at being held by a knight. The teenager Marboris was in a semi-coma so he didn’t hear what Rozziness said at that time.
"I hate this dirty child!"
But no matter what Roz just said, the earl and his party left Pohris with serious injuries. The fifth part of the trip Section 41 Life is a thorny road.
Pohris woke up in a groan. He opened his eyes and saw a room with patterned wallpaper on the ceiling. It seemed that there was an illusion that he had returned to Longelder’s house and his mother’s bed. The warmth left in his young memory firmly occupied all his senses.
Pohris sniffed hard to smell a trace of mother.
Although he woke up from his lethargy, he couldn’t see his environment clearly because of his swollen eyes. The first thing that came to his mind when he returned to consciousness was-
"where’s my sword?"
Just want to get up, he was pressed by a pair of hands. The owner of both hands said while applying a wet towel to his eyes
"sword?"
It’s a strange voice. It sounds like a middle-aged woman in her thirties.
"What is this place?"
Pohris tried to hold himself up again, but was suppressed by those hands, and then those hands untied her shoulders with bandages. Pohris felt strange that this middle-aged woman, who was about thirty years old, had a pair of full-footed men of the same age.
"I’ll tell you what you want to know when you lie down honestly."
Pohris lay there and waited until she took off her bandage, cleaned his wound and then bandaged it.
After all this cleaning up, it was a lot easier. Pohris struggled to open his eyes and saw a fat middle-aged woman next to him picking up dirty bandages and birdbath. A servant dressed up and took those things out. The middle-aged woman seemed to have known that Pohris looked at her and suddenly looked Pohris in the face.
"Where do you live?"
Faced with this sudden question, Pohris flashed an image of his mother’s room, which made him dizzy and closed his eyes to answer.
"I have no home"
"That you are a waif? Don’t like ah tell me honestly won’t hurt you. "
Middle-aged female voice sounds unfriendly, but it doesn’t seem to be malicious.
"If you can’t go home, you can’t go back."
"Hum, it sounds like you are also the kind of child who runs away from home when he is the protagonist of a sad novel?"
The unexpected words of the middle-aged woman made Pohris confused about what she really wanted to achieve.
"It’s all some guys with good family circumstances who play the trick of running away from home when they are idle. I don’t know that the real estate is the warmest place, but I still find some ridiculous reasons why my father hurts my brother and doesn’t hurt what I don’t want to go back, or I hurt my mother’s heart and have no face to go back, and so on …"