Chapter 1070 Imprisonment

Duncan Raphael, recognized as the first famous doctor in Airy City, is also Harold's friend.

I once asked him to help Old Patch's wife treat her poison, and the effect was great.

It would be great if I could bring this person here to serve as Dewey's personal doctor.

But there are two key issues. First, Dewey obviously doesn’t want a personal doctor. As he said, what he is looking through here are top-secret documents from Fort Veitch, and there must be no oversight; second, since Raphael He is recognized as the number one doctor in Ai Rui City, and I remember that the first time I met him was in his mansion. In other words, his treatment in Ai Rui City is excellent, he has excellent treatment, and at the same time he has Extremely high praise. Would such a person condescend to come to Witchburgh?

I frowned and fell silent for a moment.

"What's wrong with you, Xiaoyi?" Dewey said suddenly.

I curled up the corners of my mouth and showed a forced smile: "I'm thinking about two things."

"What's the matter?" Dewey said, "Can you talk to your godfather?"

"It's about how to solve your waist problem without revealing any secrets."

"Hahahahaha" Dewey laughed: "I asked you to worry about it, it's okay, you don't have to worry, my waist is fine!"

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and pretended to be fine, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth betrayed his feelings at the moment.

My nose was slightly sour, and I forced a smile: "Well, if you say it's okay, then it's okay. Let's take a rest first. Don't rush to work. Go see your daughters-in-law first."

Dewey's eyes lit up when he heard me mention his daughters-in-law: "Yes, I have to meet my daughters-in-law. I have prepared a lot of clothes designed by top designers from various places for them. I put it in my safe, I will take it out and give it to them later!”

My heart moved, and I suddenly felt a bad feeling.

How much would the pile in Dewey's mouth be?

Shouldn't the stack be as tall as one person? That would be a trap.

Because I have to carry all these clothes alone.

I helped Dewey to the living room of the palace. When everyone saw him coming, they all stood up and looked at him with respect or envy, while my five fiancées walked over quickly.

Cagalli and Yura showed sweet smiles and said softly: "Hello, daddy!"

The sound of 'Dad' was so sweet that my teeth hurt. Looking at Dewey, he was already smiling from ear to ear.

Lilea's cheeks were slightly red, she cleared her throat, and then said softly: "Hello, daddy."

"Okay, okay" Dewey nodded with satisfaction.

Phoenix blinked at me, as if asking me what to do, and I nodded to her. Phoenix was relieved, smiled slightly, and said, "Hello, Dad."

Dewey smiled and nodded: "Yeah, you too."

It was Barbara's turn. She put her hands on her hips and stammered loudly with a domineering expression: "Hello, Dad, Dad!"

She was obviously nervous, but she didn't want to whisper like Lilea, so she could only say the three words "Hello, Dad" while being arrogant and shy.

Listening to the strange tone of the answer, others in the hall couldn't help laughing. Barbara's face was red, pretending to be calm, and still maintaining a arrogant look. In fact, the embarrassment on her face was already as thick as a blank sheet of paper. as obvious as ink.

I stepped forward, gently hugged her shoulders, and said, "You will follow your godfather in a moment. My godfather has prepared new clothes for you, the best and most expensive ones."

Hearing the words "most expensive", Barbara instantly forgot her embarrassment. She almost jumped up on the spot and said in surprise: "Really?"

Dewey smiled and nodded: "It is designed by a top designer, the best clothes!"

Barbara was so excited that she forgot all about it. She took Dewey's arm and ran out without noticing Dewey's inconvenient waist. I wanted to tell Barbara and the others not to go too fast, but they were stopped by the Goblin King. The Goblin King said: "The man's brother is so happy, so don't give so many instructions."

I sighed and said, "Daddy, his waist."

"It's an old problem," the Goblin King said.

"Then why don't you find a doctor to give him personal treatment?" I asked.

"Why didn't you find someone?" The Goblin King sighed: "But even if I found someone, my brother wouldn't go and see it!"

"Why is this?" I asked puzzled.

"Because Brother Dewey knows the responsibility on his shoulders," the dwarf king said: "He is exposed to the top secrets of Fort Vicky. If any leakage is revealed, it will bring a lot of trouble to Fort Vicky. Therefore, he would rather feel uncomfortable than Refuse to find a personal doctor!”

When the dwarf king said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Don't we have doctors among our own who can treat patients?" I asked the dwarf king.

The Dwarf King and Goblin King shook their heads at the same time: "Our two tribes even have very few priests to treat diseases, let alone doctors."

"Then you can also hire doctors from other races," I said. "If you are worried, you can leave that person in the palace."

"Of course I have thought about this question, but no one is willing to agree." The two kings shook their heads and sighed: "What is the difference between this kind of thing and imprisonment."

Yes, imprisonment.

This is exactly what I thought.

The only way to deal with outsiders who want to keep secrets and help us do things at the same time is to imprison them.

Although it looks very inhumane, it is absolutely effective. Moreover, such things as humanity are not feasible in Zephyr Continent.

I frowned slightly and clenched my fists: "Even if no one comes, I still have to look for it. I can't just give up."

The dwarf king looked serious and said, "Nephew, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find out if there are any doctors who are willing to be imprisoned, and if there aren't any"

My eyes were sharp and I said coldly: "Even if you tie him up, I will tie him up!"

"Binded?" The Goblin King asked worriedly: "Niece, you must not be impulsive. Will the person you kidnapped be willing to help?"

"If you don't want to help, I'll kill you. I'll keep killing until someone is willing to help."

When I said this, I felt the murderous intention hidden in my chest was ready to move, and my blood was boiling at the same time.

Suddenly, a force that was neither strong nor weak fell on my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was the Dwarf King. He raised his arm and put it on my shoulder: "Nephew, I can understand your thoughts, but We are upright people and cannot do such cruel things, do you understand?"

I calmed down for a few seconds, breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down my boiling blood and simmering murderous intent, nodded slowly, and said, "I understand, uncle, I was wrong."

"If you realize your mistake, just correct it." The dwarf king laughed and said, "When Brother Dewey comes back, let's go to the royal kitchen to have dinner together!"

Seeing his cheerful smile, I really didn’t want to say no, but I had to do it: “I’m sorry, uncle, I can’t have dinner with you.”