Chapter 90
The girl's smile was radiant.
A carriage raced towards her, about to collide.
Gasps from bystanders, screams from the child's mother, and the swirling dust from the rolling wheels...
In Garrett's perception, everything unfolded in slow motion, fra by fra.
Instinctively, Garrett lunged forward. The carriage rumbled, approaching closer, and the kicked-up dust already reached his faceyet, he reached out his hands towards the bewildered girl, who was now just one and a half ters away, one ter, half a ter
Swish!
A figure swiftly appeared from behind, rushing past. Garrett was pulled back by that person, changing from a forward charge to a backward fall, landing heavily!
"Ah!"
Garrett cried out in pain. His back slamd into the ground, sliding backward flatly. Amidst the hustle, Garrett struggled to lift his head and saw a grey figure sweeping past, bending down to pick up the girl.
The person's movents were extrely agile. With the left arm cradling the girl, the right arm extended, already embracing the galloping horse. A sorsault, and they directly mounted the horse, pulling on the reins:
"Whoagood child, stop! Stop!"
The spirited horse neighed loudly, gradually coming to a halt. Garrett, with a wry smile, said:
"Teacher..."
He managed to prop himself up, rubbing his back with one hand. Surprisingly, the fall didn't hurt. It seed Elder Elwin deliberately threw him out? Perhaps finding him troubleso?
"Just... stay on the sidelines like a level one newbie, don't cause trouble?"
Garrett murmured softly. Just as he sighed in relief, a crack of a whip echoed in front:
"Get down!"
The carriage driver swung the horsewhip, flailing it forward. With an extra person on the horse, the carriage shook violently before stopping. The lady inside the carriage screadwhat was this? This was ssing with his livelihood!
Moreover, the person holding the carriage had a dusty appearance, not exactly a silk-clad noble. Such commoners, relying on a bit of skill, causing troubledeserved a good whipping!
The leather whip cracked with a violent sound. Elder Elwin didn't even turn back; he just reached back and, with a pull and a shake:
"Get down!"
"Ah"
In the long cry, the insolent servant had no choice but to tumble off the carriage.
The carriage shook again. Garrett, sitting on the ground, could only hear another cry from inside the carriage, followed by the sharp questioning voice of the lady:
"What's happening? Robbie!"
"Lady!Soone is trying to rob the carriage!"
The servant shouted on the ground. Inside the carriage:
"What!"
A fair hand pushed aside the curtain. The gemstone ring on the hand twinkled in the sunlight, dazzling Garrett's eyes, causing him to reflexively close them. The lady exclaid sharply:
"What robbers? Where are the guards? Guards!"
The sound of hooves was approaching rapidly. Two guards on horseback had rushed over, but upon hearing the lady's shouts, they dared not move. In front of the carriage, Elder Elwin dismounted, gently holding the little girl and patting her head:
"It's okay now. Go to your mother. Be careful next ti!"
"Thank you, Grandpa!" The girl bowed and ran away. Elder Elwin stood up straight, seemingly smiling, and turned his head. He t the stiff gazes of the guards who had no place to put their hands and feet.
"E- Elder Elwin..."
"Do you recognize ?" The elder raised his thick eyebrows slightly. "Right, you should recognize . In the alley behind
last ti, gossiping about how Little Garrett is this and that, that was you, wasn't it?"
"Not !" The guard shouted, looking like he had seen a ghost, and fled on his horse. The elder didn't chase him. Instead, he looked at the lady's face in the carriage, watching her face gradually pale, then chuckled and asked:
"Your guards?"
"No!"
The lady instinctively denied. The elder looked at the emblem on her carriage and then at the family crest on the fleeing guard's uniform, smiling knowingly:
"Ah, you're so nervous for what reason. I haven't thanked you for recomnding such a good disciple to Little Garrett!"
Garrett hurried over. The elder patted his shoulder, leading him to face the carriage:
"Look, he's Little Garrett, my disciple. Promoted to Level One Priest just yesterday, really promising. Garrett, greet Lady Deya."
Tsk, the teacher is truly sly... How is this any different from telling her directly, "I know it's you who hard my disciple, my disciple has a bright future ahead"? Garrett secretly marveled, nodding politely to her:
"Lady Deya."
Lady Deya's face paled a few more shades. Holding onto the edge of the carriage window, her fingers shook as she approached. As the two n turned to leave, a loud clatter sounded behind them, and Lady Deya's voice followed:
"What's going on? Robbie!"
"Madam!Soone is trying to rob the carriage!"
The servant yelled from the ground. Inside the carriage:
"What!"
Elder Elwin disentangled Garrett and walked away. Behind them, Lady Deya climbed down from the carriage in a hurry, rushing towards them:
"Roman! Roman's hand! Can you heal it?"
What? Garrett was bewildered. Elder Elwin, already by his side, reminded him, "She is Roman's mother. The knight from the Temple of the Spring Goddess."
Oh... the one whose thumb flexor tendon was scratched off by the undead mage's cat. Garrett recalled his injuries, then pondered his current healing abilities. He shook his head decisively:
"Sorry, I can't heal it."
No microscope, no specialized surgical instrunts for hand surgerywhat, am I supposed to use my head to treat him? However, his contemplation was misunderstood by the lady as hesitation, and hesitation was understood as unwillingness to help. Thump, thump, thump, Lady Deya hurriedly approached, opening her arms in front of Garrett:
"Please! I beg you! I know Roman offended youwe won't dare again! Please save him! I'll give you anything! Anything you wantthis, and this..."
Lady Deya knelt with a thud. Her gorgeous silk gown spread out on the ground, stained with mud, but she paid no attention, hastily removing rings, bracelets, and pulling off necklaces. A heap of precious gems was presented to Garrett, her hands trembling violently, the brilliance of the gemstones particularly dazzling in her palms:
"All of these are for you! Carriage, estate, you can have anything... please, save him, whatever you ask forthis, and this..."
Garrett sighed inwardly at the plight of parents in this world. His many years of dical experience not only prevented him from stepping forward to assist but also made him step back a few paces, hiding behind Elder Elwin:
"Sorry, I truly can't heal your son's injury. My dical skills are not advanced."
"Do you know how to heal or not?! You clearly know! You just refuse to help!" Lady D
eya shouted sternly. Her voice paused, then beca sorrowful and tearful:
"I beg you to save him... How can you turn a blind eye to death? You're a healer, a healer!... Please, I only have Roman, only him..."
...See, this is a perfect seed for dical disputes. If you don't treat him, they make a fuss; if the treatnt fails, they make a fuss; if the treatnt is successful but costs too much, they make a fuss... Comparatively, it's better to just not treat him from the beginning, causing the least trouble.
Fortunately, there's no concept of a designated primary care physician in this alternate world...
Garrett, on high alert, took another step back and repeated, "I'm sorry, I really can't heal him."
"Why are you still talking to her!" Elder Elwin, having finally had his fill of the drama, shouted. He grabbed Garrett and walked away. Behind them, Lady Deya's cries continued mournfully:
"Please..."
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