Chapter 265

The best doctors are from the orc royal family!

This news is too much. Too much.

It's so boring.

My eyes turned into two black spots, with an expression that had nothing to do with me.

If he was a hermit in the mountains and a master in the city, I would really be interested in seeing it.

However, it is not the same as the egg, but it is also related to the royal family, and it has nothing to do with ordinary people like me.

I pinched my chin and pulled off a newly grown beard that was half a centimeter long, and said: "In other words, if they anger the goblin royal family, once they remove all the goblin experts and masters, Ai Is Ruicheng paralyzed?"

"That's right." Raphael's tone was solemn, but his eyes were fixed on the beard in my hand.

I threw Hu Zaizi out of sight, thought about it, and suddenly asked: "Don't you have any spirit of independent research and development?"

Raphael shook his head and said: "I don't know much about other industries about this. I just heard that goblins play a vital role. I can't tell you anything else."

I shrugged, with a helpless expression on my face, and said to Harold, "Didn't your immediate boss distribute scientific research funds to the scientists in your town?"

"Scientist?" Harold asked in confusion.

It seems that the word ‘scientist’ has not appeared in Zephyr Continent.

I changed my words and said: "It's the master you call me, manufacturing industry, construction industry, etc."

"Oh," Harold suddenly said, "Of course. If not, how could they invent those convenient daily necessities?"

"Living utensils?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, the magic lamp was developed by us in Airui City ourselves." Harold looked proud: "Now it has been sold throughout the Zephyr Continent."

I suddenly realized that I had nothing to say to him.

Just when the three of them were silent, Old Patch came back, carrying a big bag on his shoulder. The bag was bulging and full of things.

Opening the bag, there were dozens of paper packages of similar sizes inside.

Raphael lowered his head and smelled at the mouth of the bag, "Well, by the way, these are the medicines."

I was surprised: "You can tell if this is the medicinal material you want just by smelling it?"

Raphael smiled slightly: "After all, I am also the number one doctor in Airei City. If I can't even do this, I will be laughed at."

"Aren't you afraid that it may be mixed with some strange, colorless and odorless things?"

Raphael shook his head and said, "No way."

"Hey, you're so sure!"

Seeing me teasing Raphael one after another, Harold said to me: "You can rest assured of this. Raphael's nose is famously useful. There is no smell that he can't smell. I remember that he was still there at that time." School, once.”

"Ahem!"

Raphael coughed hard twice, and Harold also stopped talking in a hurry.

On the side, I suddenly became worried. After listening to half of his grandma's gossip, it was like peeing halfway and suddenly losing the urge to pee. The kind of feeling that I want to pee but can't pee, and I still feel the need to lift my pants. There was that miserable feeling of half a belly of urine sloshing around inside.

I really wanted to slap them both to death, but my strong concept of "conquering others with virtue" restrained my fiery temper.

After Old Patch had cooked the medicine and fed it to his wife, Raphael, Harold and I said our goodbyes to him.

Old Patch sent us to the door, especially thanking Raphael profusely, and also thanked Harold profusely, but actually left me alone.

I was completely confused. What does this mean?

By the way, if it weren't for me, would these two guys be able to come here? Moreover, without my righteous rebuke, would the number one doctor in Airey City be willing to treat your wife?

Damn it, you forgot about me at the last moment, you didn’t even say thank you, what the hell, what the hell.

When I go back and write a diary, I treat it as studying and doing good things by myself.

As I left speechlessly, I turned around and took one last look at Old Patch at the door. This guy actually lip-synched to me. Since he didn't make a sound, I couldn't figure out what he wanted to express, but I guessed that he might be thanking me.

Just say thank you louder, and it feels good to me. It's so muffled and speechless, it's like a silent fart. I can't find the source of the stink just by smelling it.

As Harold and Raphael left, almost reaching the aristocratic area, Raphael said, "It's lunch time. How about coming to my house for a meal?"

Harold smiled and said, "Okay, it's been a long time since I tasted the nutritious meals prepared by your chef."

I shrugged: "Food is one of my favorite things to do."

When I showed up at Raphael's villa again, Zhan Nings, who was known as Raphael's disciple, was still startled. He shrank his neck and looked at me tremblingly, as if he was afraid that I would accidentally kill him. It's like the neck is twisted off.

I'm in a good mood because I can eat, so I have no plans to twist his neck for the time being, but if he dares to provoke me, it will be a different matter.

When the little girl Betty saw that her father and Uncle Harold were back, she screamed happily and threw herself into Uncle Harold's arms. Her father wiped his tears and said: There is no chance of staying in a female college. Don't stay here.

I chuckled to myself.

Unexpectedly, after getting close to the two of them, the little girl ran up to me, kicked me hard, and scolded me: "You are a bad person!"

Then, he ran away.

My heart was shattered. In order to help Old Patch's wife cure her illness, I asked Harold to cooperate with me in this play. As a result, not only did Old Patch not express any gratitude to me, but here, Raphael The girl also hates me. Damn it, I can’t express the depression and grievance in my heart even if I write a diary!

So, I looked at Jennings again, and began to think about the idea of ​​breaking his neck to relieve his anger.

I saw Jennings who was about to leave the stage shivering for no reason. When he turned to me, his eyes were even more frightened.

Then my mood improved again, and the scene when Ah Q bullied the little nun suddenly popped into my mind.

Raphael smiled at his daughter who finally ran to his side: "Don't blame this uncle. He didn't do this to his father on purpose. I think he was eager to save people and did it as a last resort."

But the little girl kept shaking her head like a rattle. After a while, she slowly came to me again, lowering her head and saying nothing.

When I saw the little girl coming over, I couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Raphael: This education method is great!

Unexpectedly, at the same time, the little girl kicked me hard again, then raised her head, stuck out her tongue at me, and made a face: "You are a bad guy!"

After saying that, he ran away happily.

My whole body froze, and even the background turned into a gray and cold color, with a dead leaf falling slowly. That was my mood at the moment.