0p0 #209 - Section 209
#209 - Section 209
The deposit is this much, if he can really cure this Baron, the reward should be enough for him to buy a small manor.
Thinking of this, Harlen cheered up and got into the butler's carriage.
Rhode raised his eyebrows, it's better to come early than to come by chance.
That's right, he can take the opportunity to see how this guy named Harlen treats people.
And what is the relationship with that guy disguised as the Grim Reaper?
Thinking of this, Rhode spread his wings and easily caught up with the speeding carriage.
The bumpy carriage was driving slowly on the country road.
Rhode looked at the potholes on the country road, and a sentence could not help but appear in his mind.
If you want to get rich, build roads first.
His territory is located in a remote location, and it is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the roads are rugged.
Even if you take a carriage, it will take half the time to go back and forth.
Therefore, merchants passing by the territory rarely come here to rest.
If merchants don't pass by here, the towns will not be able to prosper.
If the towns are not prosperous, it will not be possible to attract more merchants to settle down.
This is a vicious circle.
If a flat road can be built between these towns, connecting all the towns in the territory together.
Or, directly integrate these scattered villages and towns together.
Turning it into a large town with a population of thousands.
It will definitely attract merchants passing by to settle down.
With the resources of the nearby mountain area, this barren territory can be revitalized.
As long as enough merchants gather, they will continuously generate profits and create benefits.
Whether it is territorial tax revenue or the income and economy of civilians, it will be greatly improved.
After all, how much money can civilians have in their hands?
Those wealthy merchants who pass by, even if they leak a little something from their hands, it is enough to feed a village.
Although it feels a bit troublesome, since he is now the lord of this territory.
He can't let the people under his command live too hard.
Otherwise, wouldn't he become a commander without an army?
Rhode was thinking in his heart, and the carriage had already arrived outside a castle.
The Baron's castle is not as exaggerated as the Earl's castle.
After all, the reason why an Earl can be called a King is because their castle is like a small kingdom.
And they are the rulers of this kingdom.
The most ordinary Earl nobles can build castles that can accommodate tens of thousands of civilians.
The scale of the Baron's castle is only about four or five times the size of the Earl's castle.
This scale is roughly equivalent to the size of the palace in the inner city of the kingdom.
It can barely accommodate thousands of people.
As the drawbridge in the moat was lowered, the carriage slowly drove into the castle.
Rhode glanced down and flew directly to the highest building in the castle.
It's easy to find the Baron of the castle.
Generally speaking, noble lords will live in the highest place in their territory.
It seems that this high-up perspective can satisfy their superior elegance and dignity.
Therefore, the Baron lives in the highest place in the castle.
There will definitely be no mistake.
Landing by the window, looking into the room through the window, after searching.
Rhode quickly found Baron David Bing, who was lying on the bed and being guarded by a group of people, in one of the bedrooms.
His pale face made him look terminally ill.
With just one glance, Rhode almost judged that this old thing would not live long.
Crack!
The bedroom door was opened, and Doctor Harlen walked into the room led by the castle steward.
Rhode's eyes flashed, and as the Spirit Eye was activated, his eyes were shrouded in darkness.
He also instantly saw the illusory figure wearing a black cloak behind Harlen.
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Grim Reaper?
Rhode raised his eyebrows.
He actually felt a faint sense of crisis from this guy.
A look of curiosity suddenly appeared in his eyes.
After all, there are not many things that can make him feel dangerous.
What exactly is this guy disguised as the Grim Reaper?
Rhode watched everything that happened in the house with great interest.
Wanting to see what would happen next.
"Doctor, can my Baron's illness be cured?"
The steward looked at Doctor Harlen with a nervous expression on his face.
After all, this is the most famous doctor in the vicinity.
If even he can't cure the Baron's illness, then the Baron will really be in danger.
Harlen didn't speak, but glanced at the Grim Reaper that only he could see.
Seeing the Grim Reaper slowly float to the top of the Baron's head, a confident expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"Yes!"
"Please be sure to cure my husband. As long as he can be cured, any amount of reward is fine."
The Baroness, who was crying next to her, showed a pleading look on her face when she heard Harlen's words.
"No problem, Madam!"
Harlen glanced around the room, looked at the crowd surrounding the bed, and frowned.
He directly started to drive these people away.
"When I'm treating, everyone goes out and don't disturb me."
Although the Baron's several children were a little dissatisfied that a mere doctor would have such a big temper.
But looking at the terminally ill Baron on the bed, they could only endure their anger and walk out of the room.
"Can this guy really cure Father's illness?"
"Isn't he some kind of fraud?"
The Baron's eldest son had a complicated look in his eyes, with a hint of haze in his questioning tone.
To be honest, he didn't want the Baron's illness to be cured in his heart.
After all, if the Baron died, he would be the first in line of succession.
The entire barony would be inherited by him.
If the Baron died of illness, it would be a good thing for him instead.
However, he could only think about this kind of thought in his heart, and he certainly couldn't say it out loud.
"Does elder brother really want father to die?"
The Baron's second son sneered when he heard this.
He and this eldest brother had been fighting openly and secretly for a long time, all in order to compete for the Baron's inheritance.
He had finally won the Baron's favor and intended to make him the heir.
If there was anyone among everyone present who didn't want the Baron to die of illness, it must be him.
"Okay, stop arguing!"
The Baroness, with a worried look on her face, glanced at the two sons who were fighting openly and secretly, her eyes were helpless but there was nothing she could do.
The Baron's two sons looked at each other, snorted coldly, and each had their own plans.
070 In the room, seeing that everyone had left.
Harlen directly locked the door and walked to the table next to him, taking out a strange meatball from his bag.
Rhode frowned slightly as he looked at the bloody meatball.
This thing looks like a heart taken from some creature.
It was even throbbing slightly.
I saw Harlen holding the meatball and squeezing a drop of red liquid into the silver cup next to him.
The liquid, like blood, was diluted into transparency the moment it dripped into the silver cup.
Harman put away the blood-red meatball, held the silver cup and walked to the bed, helped the Baron on the bed, and then poured the warm water in the silver cup into the Baron's mouth.
As the liquid in the silver cup was taken, the Baron, who was originally half-dead, instantly turned rosy.
The morbid state on his face was swept away.
Replaced by surging fresh vitality.
"That's interesting."
Outside the window, Rhode quietly watched this scene with a strange look in his eyes.
The drop of red liquid just now contained a powerful life force.
It actually directly pulled back this Baron, whose lifespan was coming to an end, and even half of his foot was already on the gate of hell.
And all of this is inseparable from the guy dressed as the Grim Reaper.
Crack!
The door was opened, and Harlen walked out of the room.
A group of people waiting nervously outside the door couldn't help but ask as they looked at Harlen's calm face.
"How is it?"
"Has my father's illness been cured?"
Harlen stepped aside, revealing the room behind him.
The Baroness was the first to enter the room, and happened to see the Baron lying on the bed slowly opening his eyes.
Seeing that the Baron, who was about to die just now, was actually cured by this doctor, a trace of haze flashed in the Baron's eldest son's eyes.
The Baron's second son couldn't hide the joy on his face.
"The illness has been cured, please pay the remaining consultation fee."