Chapter 155: The God of Death and His Son!

A mournful plea came into my ears.

Rhodes frowned and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

In the village, a middle-aged woman in simple clothes was looking at a young man with a pleading look on her face.

"Madam, your husband will die tonight. I can't save him. You should take care of his funeral."

The young man, dressed in an elegant suit, had a look of sympathy on his face.

In the end, he shook his head helplessly.

doctor?

Rhodes looked at the young man in front of him with a strange expression.

This was the first time he had seen such a young doctor.

After all, in this era, being a doctor is definitely a high-risk profession.

The fairy tale world set in Central Europe does not have the systematic and complete medical technology of modern times.

In other words, the world's medical level is quite backward.

Doctors' general understanding of treating diseases is "fluid therapy."

The core of this therapy is bloodletting, vomiting, urine testing and enema.

In their understanding, body fluids (including blood, yellow bile, black bile, and mucus) need to maintain a balance in the human body, otherwise it will cause disease.

Therefore, regulating the body fluid ratio through bloodletting can cure the symptoms.

This even led to the birth of the profession of "barber", which specializes in bleeding patients.

Because of this crude treatment method, the patient mortality rate is extremely high.

According to the laws of various kingdoms, if a patient dies, the doctor will be dealt with by the patient's family.

Basically, nine out of ten doctors don't have a good ending once they kill a patient.

The extremely high employment mortality rate has also led to a shortage of doctors.

And young doctors are even rarer in number.

Listening to the discussions of the surrounding villagers, Rhodes soon had a simple understanding of this young doctor.

This doctor named Harun was a famous doctor in the nearby villages and towns.

Even the most serious terminal illness can be cured in a very short time after his treatment.

Therefore, this doctor's reputation is quite famous in the nearby villages and towns.

Whenever someone is seriously ill, he will be asked to come and treat them.

"Interesting."

Rhodes stroked his chin, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Doctors who don't rely on bloodletting to treat diseases are indeed rare in this world.

Since he has the ability to cure so many patients, could he be a wizard?

In this backward era, it seems that only wizards have this ability.

After the doctor named Harun left, Rhodes came to the door of that house curiously.

Boom boom boom!

I knocked on the door gently, and soon, I heard footsteps inside the room.

Crunch!

The door opened, and the middle-aged peasant woman with red eyes seemed to have not yet recovered from her grief, and looked outside the door in a trance.

A young man in a gorgeous suit suddenly appeared in front of me.

I'm afraid that ordinary people like them couldn't afford to buy such a luxurious dress even with their life savings.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Looking at the man in front of her who was either rich or noble, a hint of timidity flashed in the eyes of the peasant woman, but she still asked carefully.

"I'm a doctor. I heard you have a seriously ill patient here. Can I go in and take a look?"

Rhodes smiled gently and spoke slowly.

"But I don't have money to pay for a doctor."

Hearing this, the woman's face was filled with surprise at first, but the smile on her face instantly dimmed.

"I treat the poor for free."

Rhodes smiled slightly.

"free?"

Hearing this, the woman looked at him doubtfully.

After all, I have never seen or even heard of a doctor who treats people for free.

But thinking that there was nothing in her house worth others' coveting, the woman simply brought Rhodes into the house.

It's better to give it one try. Her husband is dying anyway, so even if the outcome is worse, how bad can it be?

Walking into the house, Rhodes frowned immediately.

In the cramped room, the damp environment, on the tattered and dirty wooden bed, a middle-aged man was lying on the bed, dying.

Rhodes could tell the man's condition at a glance.

Wind chill!

"How long has your husband been ill?"

Rhodes asked casually.

"About two or three days."

The woman answered honestly and looked at Rhodes hopefully. Although she had given up hope, what if her husband could still be saved?

Two or three days?

Rhodes looked at the pale man on the bed.

He exuded the aura of death, was unconscious, and had dull eyes.

His breathing was intermittent, as if he would die here in the next second.

Although a common cold could be fatal in this day and age, it would not become so serious in just two or three days.

Moreover, he found that the breath of life on this man was so thin that it was frightening.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Under normal circumstances, as long as a person is still alive, no matter how seriously ill he is, his vitality will not be so weak.

Even if the person dies, it will take a long time for the vitality to dissipate.

It will take at least a day for the vitality in the body to completely disappear.

And the vitality of this guy seemed to disappear in the next second.

Not even as good as a kitten or puppy.

Such a weak vitality is simply beyond common sense.

Unless someone secretly stole this man's vitality.

Only wizards have such means.

Thinking in his mind, Rhodes took out a bottle of medicine.

This was the last drop of life dew he collected from the Tree of Life in the Forest of Warcraft, and he mixed it into this bottle of life potion.

If you take the whole bottle, even a dying person can extend his life by more than ten years.

Originally, this drop of life dew was meant to be left for Lady Temani and her daughter to awaken their elven bloodline.

However, after he merged with the Tree of Life, he could produce the Dew of Life continuously, so he naturally had no need for this drop.

Rhodes opened the bottle and dripped a drop of life potion from it.

The moment the magic potion fell on the body, a breath of life that ordinary people could not feel instantly bloomed.

The rich breath of life continuously flowed into the man's body.

The pale face suddenly turned rosy.

The originally intermittent breathing sounds gradually became smoother.

After a moment, the man slowly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with me~?"

The man was muttering with a look of worry on his face, and suddenly, as if he thought of something, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he curled up in the quilt, trembling all over.

"Devil! There is a devil!"

Listening to the mysterious words, Rhodes raised his eyebrows and became interested.

demon?

If someone else said it, he might not take it to heart.

However, it is quite interesting that a dying person sees a devil before he dies.

"Tell me carefully, what did you see?"

Rhodes raised his hand and cast a calming spell to instantly calm the man's nervous mood.

Their eyes met, and the powerful mental power instantly confused the man in front of him.

"I see it, demon!"

The man with dazed eyes muttered unconsciously.

"A demon wearing a black cloak and holding a sickle in his hand, he stood behind the doctor and wanted to take my life."

Black cape?

A demon with a scythe?

Rhodes frowned, feeling that this image seemed a little familiar.

Isn't this the image of the god of death in Western mythology?

Could it be that this guy saw the god of death?

Rhodes quickly shook his head, feeling that it was unlikely.

The god of death in Western mythology harvests souls rather than vitality.

If this guy really saw the soul, then even if he took out the Dew of Life it would be of no use.

The morning dew of life can only treat the damage to vitality and body, but it has no effect on the loss of soul.

Even among wizards, magic related to the soul is the most taboo and the most difficult to master.

Even the slightest damage to the soul requires a huge price to recover.

What's more, the entire soul was taken away by the god of death.

Then only a shell will be left.

In this situation, let alone a drop of life dew, even if you squeeze him dry, it is estimated that there is no way to save this guy.

That's a bit intriguing.

If it's not the god of death, then what could it be?

Thinking of this, Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he had no evidence, his intuition told him that this matter must be related to the doctor who just left.

"Your illness has been cured. Rest for a few more days and don't overwork yourself."

Rhodes looked at the man who had nothing to do and gave him a few casual instructions.

He walked out amid the grateful thanks from the peasant woman and her family.

"The existence of a suspected god of death…"

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Rhodes stroked his chin and looked in the direction where the doctor had left.

This was his first time coming into contact with anything related to gods.

After all, the spirits of this world have disappeared for countless years.

Even those crazy fans in the Vatican, who have been worshipping their Lord devoutly for so many years, have never seen their so-called God or Lord.

Everything seems to be something imaginary.

Suddenly, a thing that looked like the Grim Reaper appeared. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't a little curious.

However, Rhodes didn't think that what this guy saw was really the god of death.

Otherwise, with the status of a god, even an unintentional peek would be enough to cause an ordinary person's soul to collapse.

God cannot spy. This is the suppression of lower-level creatures by higher-level creatures at the level of life.

The existence of god-level beings, even if the aura they emit unintentionally, is enough to plunge ordinary humans into eternal silence.

Even he couldn't save a soul devoured by a god.

What's more, he is the god of death who controls death.

Who knows how to play with souls better than the god of death?

The Grim Reaper must be fake, but he is now quite curious about this guy's true identity.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know after you go and see it."

An idea flashed through his mind, and Rhodes found a deserted place, and a pair of white wings instantly appeared behind him.

The wings flutter, and the wind blows.

In an instant, Rhodes arrived at a town that looked prosperous.

According to the information he had heard before, this doctor named Harun usually stayed in a hotel in this town.

He came here early just to see what secrets this guy named Harun was hiding.

Standing on the roof of the inn, an invisibility spell disappeared out of thin air.

I stood on the roof and waited for less than ten minutes before I saw a carriage slowly approaching.

The person in the car was naturally the doctor he had just met.

As the carriage approached, Rhodes suddenly frowned slightly.

In this carriage, he felt an aura that seemed somewhat familiar to him.

demon?

It seems a bit specious.

Although equally evil and dark, this power does not seem to have the extreme desire for destruction of the devil.

Instead, it makes people feel that it is somewhat sinister and cunning.

Just as Rhodes was deep in thought, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in luxurious attire getting off a carriage on the side of the road.

He hurried to Dr. Harlan's carriage.

Harun, who was about to get off the car, looked at the middle-aged man approaching with a puzzled look.

"You must be Mr. Harlan, I am Baron David's butler. The Baron suddenly became seriously ill last night, and I would like to invite you to come over to see him."

"As for the remuneration, these are deposits."

Looking at the bag of gold pounds handed over by the butler, Harun, who had originally wanted to take a rest, immediately perked up.

The deposit is just this much. If he can really cure the baron, the reward should be enough for him to buy a small manor.

Thinking of this, Harun pulled himself together and got into the butler's carriage.

Rhodes raised his eyebrows. It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

This is a good opportunity to see how this guy named Harun treats people.

What does it have to do with that guy disguised as the Grim Reaper?

Thinking of this, Rhodes spread his wings and easily caught up with the galloping carriage.

The bumpy carriage was moving at a moderate pace along the country road.

Rhodes looked at the bumpy country road and a sentence popped up in his mind.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

His territory was remote, surrounded by mountains and forests, and the roads were rugged.

Even if you take a horse-drawn carriage, a round trip will take half the time.

Therefore, merchants passing by the territory rarely come here to rest.

If merchants don't pass through here, the village or town will not be able to prosper.

If villages and towns are not prosperous, they will not be able to attract more merchants to settle down.

This is a vicious cycle.

If a flat road could be built between these villages and towns, all the villages and towns in the territory would be connected together.

Or, just integrate these scattered villages and towns together.

Became a large town with a population of thousands.

It will definitely attract merchants passing by to settle down.

Combined with the resources from the nearby mountain and forest areas, this barren territory has been revitalized.

As long as there are enough businessmen gathering together, profits and benefits will be generated continuously.

Whether it is territory tax revenue or civilian income and economy, there will be a significant increase.

After all, how much money can ordinary people have?

Any little bit of food that the wealthy businessmen passing by gave away was enough to feed an entire village.

Although it feels a bit troublesome, (Denuo Zhao) is now the lord of this territory.

You can't let the people under your command live too hard.

Otherwise, who would work for him, and how could he find a reason to openly annex the territories of the surrounding lords?

He wanted to unify the entire southern continent and even build a unified empire.

The help of these lower-class civilians and serfs is indispensable.

Otherwise, he would be left alone.

As Rhodes was thinking, the carriage had already arrived outside a castle.

The Baron's castle is not as extravagant as the Earl's castle.

After all, the reason why earls were called kings was because their castles were like small kingdoms.

And they are the rulers of this kingdom.

The most ordinary earl nobles could build a castle that could accommodate tens of thousands of civilians.

The castle of a baron noble is probably only one-fourth or one-fifth the size of that of an earl noble.

This scale is roughly equivalent to the size of the royal palace in the inner city of the kingdom.

It can barely accommodate thousands of people.

As the drawbridge in the moat was lowered, the carriage slowly drove into the castle.

Rhodes glanced down and flew directly towards the tallest building in the castle.

Finding the Baron of the castle is simple.

Generally speaking, noble lords would live in the highest place in their territory.

It seems that only this lofty perspective can satisfy their superior elegance and dignity.

So, the Baron lived in the highest place of the castle.

You can't go wrong.

He landed at the window, looked into the house through the window, and searched.

Rhodes soon found Baron David C lying on the bed in one of the bedrooms, guarded by a group of people.

His face was pale and he looked seriously ill.

With just one glance, Rhodes could almost tell that the old man would not live long.

Click!

The bedroom door opened, and Dr. Harlan walked into the room, led by the castle's butler.

Rhodes' eyes flashed, and as his spiritual eyes opened, darkness shrouded his eyes.

He also instantly saw the illusory figure wearing a black cloak behind Harun.