Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 34: Ramon (Part 1)

The doctor that Willow said was quickly brought up.

Tyles carefully observed the strange man before him.

He should be more than fifty years old, almost bald, but very prominent in appearance, with a huge nose resting on his narrow face, dark green eyes moving flexibly, with an ugly smile, looking weird and letting People are unwell.

"You must be the new prince," the strange-looking old man wore a yellow leather jacket, rubbed a little dirty in the dungeon, and smelled of a strange potion. He was laughing inexplicably. Bowed slightly: "My name is Ramon."

"Is a doctor."

Thyls frowned.

He waved his hand and motioned to Wyeah to close the barracks left after the soldiers had left.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ramon stretched out his head weirdly, lightly tapping it from time to time, with a smile that seemed to freeze on his face, like a juggling artist:

"Hey, the news, it always spreads quickly, faster than you think... Especially the soldiers around are talking about your name."

Putila stepped forward and said slowly: "Very well, there is someone here who needs medical treatment. If you are a doctor..."

He looked at Jorah.

Ramon smiled strangely, and stretched his head to look in Jora's direction.

"I can try, I can't guarantee it," he walked to Jora, but suddenly turned his head back, his eyes protruding, and staring at Thales strangely: "I heard, Your Highness, you want to go north to Exter?" >

Wiya and Rolf frowned.

Thyls nodded.

This old man.

It's a bit strange.

It's a bit weird.

But he is a doctor after all.

"Well," Ramon walked slowly to Jora's side, seeming to be thinking about something: "Nice journey...Exter."

The weird doctor carefully observed Jora, who was trembling and pale.

"Ah, brave warrior... still a super swordsman with end power." Ramon raised Qiao La's weak arm, his eyes flashed.

"Bad habits when swinging swords..."

"I prefer to slash and fight face to face..."

"The right upper arm and back muscles will start to hurt after 60 years of age..."

Under the surprised eyes of Wya and Rolf, he slowly removed Jorah's bandage.

"Cuts and lacerations, chest and back."

"I didn't deal with it immediately after the injury. I don't know if the situation is urgent or I didn't realize it..."

"He has endured for so long..."

"This kind of wound, I can recognize the claws of a vampire when I close my eyes..."

Thyls's expression shrank.

This doctor.

There seems to be some doorway?

"Medium blood loss, weak body."

"The key is the improper treatment of the two wounds, which festered a bit..."

"If he doesn't deal with it right away, I guess he can last for one day? One night? Hey..."

Lamon turned his head, tut, looked at Thales, smiled silently.

"What's wrong," Putila asked slowly: "Can you save him?"

"Hey."

Lamon stared at Thales with a thoughtful look.

"Most doctors are probably helpless at this time."

Tyles' face darkened.

"They can only look at luck, and wait for the swordsman to heal or die." He sighed and said slowly.

Everyone frowned slightly.

"Wait," Putila said silently: "You said, most of them?"

Lamon just chuckled.

Thyls raised his hand and motioned for Putila to ask questions.

The second prince looked at Ramon seriously and asked: "You mean, you can save him?"

Ramon blinked his right eye and twitched his weird nose:

"I didn't say that."

"But I can try, a little potion, treat the wound, cut off the rotten meat... As for the chance of saving him..."

Putilee frowned beside Thales.

Lamon smiled strangely again: "It depends on the reward, you know, the reward."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"You will get the reward you deserve." Thales added without changing his face: "Sufficient reward-guaranteed by the reputation of the royal family."

It's not his money anyway.

"Haha, you are misunderstanding," Ramon put down the dying Jora, his eyes lighted:

"I only ask for one thing," he squinted his eyes and looked at Thales carefully: "I'm fed up with the dungeon here..."

He tried his best to show a friendly smile and said: "When His Royal Highness is going north to Exeter."

"Please take me with you."

There was a moment of silence in the barracks.

Tyles looked at Jora, who was grimly on the bed, and gently squeezed his fist.

Take him away?

"You know that I have no right to let you go," Thales suppressed the discomfort in his heart: "I am not the commander here."

Doctor Ramon showed his upper teeth and sneered slyly: "But your father...is the commander of the commander's commander here, isn't he?"

"And you did not let me go, but put me under your watch..."

"Absurd." Wiya snorted softly: "Are you negotiating terms with Your Highness?"

"It's just a request," Ramon closed his hands and smiled, "If I can get an answer, I must try my best to diagnose and treat this seriously injured and dying gentleman?"

"No," Thales stared at him with a bad face: "You don't just want to negotiate terms, you are threatening me."

"Besides, I can't save you...Are you really a doctor?"

"How dare?" Ramon spread his hands, showing mottled and yellow teeth: "I mean, even the doctor can only try to save him... If it fails, your Highness can throw me back. Go to the dungeon, and even trouble me..."

"Of course, if he is lucky enough to be rescued by me... Just some kindness from you, take me out of the dungeon..."

"The one on the bed looks painful..."

"Just take me a ride..."

"You have a lot of conditions." Wiya took a step forward and said coldly.

"I just made one suggestion," Ramon said with a smile: "It's up to your Royal Highness to accept it or not."

"If I say no?" Thales said silently: "I don't agree to let you out of the dungeon or take you away, will you refuse to treat him?"

Ramon chuckled: "Of course not..."

But a cold light flashed in the doctor's eyes.

"Hehe...but you know, my medical skills are actually very lucky..."

"Hehe...If the cure is not good, don't blame me...hehe..."

"It's a pity for such a brave soldier, oh... it looks like it was blocked for his fellow robe..."

Putila's face changed.

"You are bargaining with the prince of the stars," he hummed, "This is disrespectful."

"How dare," Ramon shook his head: "I just believe in the kindness and wisdom of His Royal Highness."

Anger also surged into Huaiya's heart: "You know, we can also send you back to the dungeon."

"The ferryman can also send him across the prison river." Ramon pointed to Jora on the bed, spreading his hands cunningly.

Rolf looked at Ramon coldly.

Putilla looked at Jora, who seemed to be struggling in a nightmare on the bed, and her face unswervingly approached Thales’ ear:

"Maybe we can promise him first..."

"As long as Lord Sutherley detains him at the last moment, you are not a breach of promise..."

Thyls pressed his lips tightly.

He raised his head and stopped Putila's whisper.

Thyls looked at Ramon.

This is the only practicing doctor around Broken Dragon Fortress?

"You know, I can actually promise you." He said silently.

Putila's face tightened.

"Thank you!" Ramon said with a smile: "This is just a matter of hand for you, your Highness, I think Lord Sutherley will respect you..."

But Ramon was interrupted, who was smiling.

"But I just had a bad day, Mr. Ramon."

Tyles exhaled with an unkind look.

He raised his head:

"And do you know why?"

Ramon's words to his lips suddenly stagnated.

"Because I allowed a stranger to enter my mission...even if he himself is actually loyal," Thales took a deep breath and slowly said under the worried eyes of Wiya and Putila:

"But in the end I lost more than half of my manpower-they shed blood for me and sacrificed for me."

"It might even include this one, Jora in bed."

He said coldly:

"I don't like people using this to bargain with me."

Ramon was startled slightly.

"Also, this lesson taught me," Thales raised his head, and he heard himself solemnly say: "For things you can't understand, always stay alert enough."

Lamon lowered his head, listening to Thales’ words and words authentically:

"For example, at the border of the conflict between the two countries, a doctor who was inexplicably locked in a fortress dungeon, with a body full of weirdness and doubts, asked to join my team to go to the more dangerous and uncertain future Eke St."

Ramon frowned unconsciously.

This prince...

Tyles continued: "The dungeon of Broken Dragon Fortress may be uncomfortable, but it is safer and more reliable than the tense border between the two countries, and better than my unknown mission trip."

"But you asked, go north to Exeter."

"You didn't want to leave the dungeon at all." Thales raised his head slightly and said flatly.

Lamon looked at the little prince in a different way.

He...

"I am willing to sacrifice my own safety and interests to provide medical services to the prince's team, and then continue the dangerous journey with him." Thales sat in a chair and folded his hands:

"You must be a saint, Dr. Ramon," Thales shook his head and said slowly: "If not..."

"You must have some ulterior motive."

Lamon frowned.

Oops.

It seems that the little prince is not as foolish as he thought.

"I just need to get out of here..." Ramon exhaled from his nose and raised his head: "And the war outside is too dangerous, I think the prince's mission might be safer..."

"Safe?" Thales looked at him coldly: "Even a three-year-old knows that we are contaminated with King Nunn's blood debt, and then we are going to the country he rules...safe?"

"Okay, okay, I don’t expect the protection of the prince’s guard! You don’t have to take me for the entire journey. I will leave immediately after entering Exeter," Ramon blinked , Smiled helplessly: "As long as it is as simple as that, I promise to heal him!"

"Also, I can do something else," Ramon adjusted his breathing, turning to Wya and Rolf: "For example, this young man's injury... I guess it was caused by a vampire? And you , The guy with the silver face, a broken arm... this can’t wait..."

Wiya breathed out.

Rolf's face is bad.

"Surely he can be cured?" Thales said loudly, in a strange tone: "Oh, you didn't say that just now."

Ramon was taken aback, he hesitated and said: "I have confidence in myself...just to ensure that I can escape the dungeon and avoid the military disaster..."

But Thales didn't buy it.

His Royal Highness interrupted him again:

"I will give you another chance to answer my question-what is your purpose?"

Ramon looked at him blankly.

Damn kid.

A second later, Ramon suddenly laughed:

"Well," he spread his hands and shrugged indifferently: "Since His Royal Highness doesn't believe me, then I'll go back to the dungeon..."

But he couldn't finish.

"Your opportunity is used up, Dr. Ramon." Thales suddenly smiled: "You forced me."

Ramon's pupils shrank.

What?

He is...what will happen to me?

"Indiscriminate punishment is the privilege of a tyrant~IndoMTL.com~ Ramon grinned and said slowly: "And you are still young, are you? If it goes out..."

Putilla looked at Thales suspiciously.

I saw the traverser slowly leaning back, facing Ramon with a puzzled look.

Thyls raised his right hand and pressed his forehead.

"Sorry first," Thales chuckled and slowly said: "I don't want to... do this to you."

"That taboo ability."

What?

Putillae, Wiya, Rolf, and even Edda, who was absent-minded, all froze.

Ability?

What ability?