Aside from that, there were also four people on the stage.
But aside from the three people who clearly seed like new recruits, the fourth person seed like a high-ranking mber of the organization, as he was wearing leather armor and there was a sword hanging around his waist.
Ron took Paul to the stage from the side and made him sit down on it, as Paul was unable to stand up like the rest.
After placing Paul down, Ron placed one hand on his chest and gave a slight nod of respect to the person standing on the stage and introduced Paul to him.
"Sir Jake, I have brought a new recruit..."
The person wearing leather armor and standing on the stage with a sword hanging around his waist was none other than Jake Schild!
He nodded his head at Ron and spoke in his usual stern tone.
"Good, everyone else has already gathered; getting four new recruits in just two days is already quite good..."
"Hmm? He seems injured? Did you get involved in a fight, or were you noticed by the guards while making your way here?"
Ron imdiately shook his head at that question.
"Sir Jake, we were not discovered by anyone... This injury was caused due to an accident Paul faced when trying to approach the organization..."
"This man has amazing grit and determination! Sir Jake, he hung below a carriage for dozens of minutes to make his way to the clocktower to not get discovered!"
"Unfortunately, the carriage’s wheel injured his foot when he fell down after reaching the clocktower..."
Ron told Paul’s story to everyone with a loud voice, causing everyone to look at Paul with surprise and shock.
Many even started whispering about his bravery and felt shocked after hearing what kind of feat Paul had accomplished.
"Hung below a carriage? You really are brave..."
Even Jake, who was a trainee knight and strong enough to slice boulders in two with a single strike, felt astonished after hearing that an ordinary farr with no formal training actually managed to accomplish sothing like that!
After hearing his story, Jake looked at the old man Jas sitting on a wooden chair near the front of the crowd and asked,
"Grandpa Jas... can you take a look at his foot? He seems to be in a lot of pain; getting your leg crushed by a wheel of a carriage is no laughing matter..."
"The weight of a carriage is enough to completely destroy the leg of a person..."
The old man Jas slowly walked over to Paul’s side and examined his ankle.
His old face was covered in wrinkles, but his eyes seed to be shining with a lot of wisdom in them.
After observing Paul’s leg for a few seconds, the old man Jas shook his head in dismay.
"Sir Jake... his leg bones have been crushed and they have broken into several small pieces... I am afraid we will have to amputate his leg..."
dical skills of this world were still in their infancy; although they knew that using plaster, broken bones could be fixed, there was no cure for such severe damage.
Paul’s fingers were bent in wrong directions, and his entire ankle was horribly destroyed.
Old Man Jas looked at Paul and spoke.
"I am actually more surprised by the fact that he’s not even groaning from this level of injury..."
"If it was soone else, they would have been screaming and crying endlessly... this fellow, he’s got guts of steel..."
Paul was happy that soone praised him so highly, but no smile appeared on his face; only his anxiety increased further.
Losing a leg would cause major mobility problems, and he might not be able to work on his farms ever again in his life now.
He might not even be able to walk properly and might beco a liability to the organization he had just newly joined.
’Will they abandon after knowing that I am nothing but a useless disabled peasant?’
Just when Paul was getting anxious, a sudden clapping noise jolted him back to senses.
*CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!*
"Magnificent! You really made it here, lost lamb!"
"And you even made it here while conquering your fears and worries! I must say, I am impressed!"
The sa young man that had guided Paul yesterday was now approaching him again.
That silver-haired young man was being escorted by a paladin wearing heavy armor, and he was wearing an elegant robe!
Just like yesterday, he looked extrely handso, and in those elegant white robes, he almost seed like a ssenger of God in person!
The person called Jake imdiately bowed to him, and everyone else also bowed towards him slightly to show their respects the mont they noticed him approaching.
Paul also followed suit, albeit a bit late, as he didn’t know what to do because he was new to it all.
"Your holiness, you are here!"
A smile appeared on Jake’s stern face after seeing the silver-haired young man arrive, and the young man nodded to Jake and everyone else as if acknowledging his and everyone else’s greeting.
The silver-haired young man walked on the wooden stage and the paladin escorting him imdiately announced in a loud voice,
"His Holiness, The Saint of the God of Wisdom, Saint Alexander, has arrived!"
"May the God of Wisdom grant us all, Enlightennt!"
The mont the paladin announced that, all of the mbers of the organization shouted back in unison.
"May the God of Wisdom grant us all, Enlightennt!"
After nodding his head to the mbers of the organization, Alex made his way towards Paul and brought out a flask from the inner pocket of his robe.
That flask seed to contain so kind of golden liquid, and just by looking at it, one could feel the imnse power contained in that golden liquid.
"You have done a great job this ti, Paul; after struggling this much, you deserve a reward..."
"When I last saw you, you were lost; there was no light in your eyes..."
"But look at you, you have found your own ’Path’ in this world! There is a burning fla in those eyes now!"
"I am impressed!"
Seeing that smile on Alex’s face, Paul felt that all the struggle and everything he went through to make it here was worth it.
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