299 - - 二百九十七话 忘れてた

Mr. Jude asked me to treat someone he called his boss. As soon as he got well, he is about to hit the person he thought attacked him without any evidence. He is full of energy, isn't he?

"Dad, calm down. You should be thanking the doctor who treated your father before you start beating him up. Not being reasonable is what you hate the most!"

Mr. Jude went off on a tangent. That's a pattern I'm sure I'm going to get into.

"Hmm?　Doctor?　Did I get the treatment?"

The master is a bit nervous. Yes, you were so upset as soon as you remembered that you had been attacked.

"That's right. We couldn't fix my dad. We couldn't do anything about it, and then the doctor there came in and helped us. Not only that, I don't know about you, but he also fixed my dad's right knee and his back."

"Knee, hip?　Oh, it's true, I have no pain at all. ...... a**h*le, why don't you tell me something important as soon as possible. You're the teacher. I'm really sorry I didn't thank you sooner. I'm Blast. I owe you my life. Anything I can do to help you, just let me know."

Oh, no. I hate this situation. But are these guys more chivalrous than yakuza?　...... I don't know the difference between yakuza and chivalry, and chivalry doesn't seem to fit in a medieval European worldview, but it's just not what I was expecting.

"Well, Mr. Blast, I'm sorry, but I'm acting under a concealed name right now, so I can't tell you my name. And as for the treatment, it's in lieu of a toll, so you don't have to pay me back with your life. And you have no right to stop me from beating you up, but only after you have rested for a few days. This is a request from the person who treated Mr. Blast.

I'm sure they'll let you rest for a few days. As long as the slums are peaceful during my stay in King's Landing, we'll be fine for now.

"You've got a lot on your plate too, doc. I understand. I won't ask for details. But I don't think that's enough to balance your debt. I promise to rest for a few days if you insist. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

No, not a lot. People who have become a little too famous in their hometowns and can't play around anymore go abroad to have fun. The goal is to avoid the shame of traveling. Mr. Blast, Mr. and Mrs. Jude, please don't look at me so hard. ...... hurts my heart.

Yeah, let's switch. It's gonna break my heart if I don't. And I'm afraid they'll do everything they can to return the favor. Well, I don't think they'll be convinced if I tell them it's nothing. Even if they are chivalrous, I'd rather not accept money from these people. ...... I guess I should ask them to help me with my main purpose of coming to the slum.

"So, please lend me someone who knows the slums to guide me."

"Is that all you want?"

Mr. Blast, you clearly look like you need more than that.

"Yes, I can't think of anything else. If you need anything else, please let me know. Well, you owe me a favor."

"Okay. You can tell me anything anytime. I'll help you as much as I can."

"Please."

I don't plan on using the loan, but if I think I've got connections to the underworld, ...... it might come in handy at some point. I don't know how it's going to help.

"So you're a guide. I'd love to be your guide, but I can't because of my appointment with the teacher. Jude, you'll entertain him."

"Yes. I'll show you around, sir.

I don't know about you, but the son-in-law of a slumlord seems to have a lot of flexibility. I'm a little concerned about the hostile group's attack, but I guess it won't make any difference in the slum, since they would usually get involved without a guide. But if he comes with me, I hope he will go back to being the same smelly, goofy old man I met when I met him.

I guess it's impossible to say ....... Then I think it's time for us to leave and go get some eels. As I was about to talk to Mr. Jude, a gruff man came through the door and talked to Mr. Jude.

"Doctor, I heard you finished collecting patients.

...... Oh, I treated my boss and forgot all about it. You promised to treat the slum people. I told him to gather all the patients in one place as much as possible because we don't have time.

d*mn ......, I could have made enough money by treating my master, I shouldn't have said anything else. Would you say no, that it's too much trouble and you're tired?

"You've got quite a crowd here."

...... Sylphy mumbles a pout. That much?　I look at Vita and she doesn't seem to have any problems. Then it's either I do it or I don't.

Emotionally it's a pain in the ass, but maybe the people in the slums don't get many chances to get treated. If I collect such people and offer to treat them, would you say no because it's still too much trouble?　You can't ....... I know you won't be offended if I tell you, but I can't do it.　

Hmmm... I guess it's the seed I sowed. Vita, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll let Sylphy know that I'll offer her some more drinks when she comes back to paradise later.

"...... understand. Then let's treat them quickly. Please show me the way.

**

Oh, I think we have too many people here. After putting Mr. Blast back to bed and giving Jude's wife a rest, I left the house and found the plaza in front of the house packed with people.

...... I didn't know there were this many injured and sick people. I'm sure Vita will be fine, but this number of people is frightening.

"Sir, I'm very sorry. I sent my men to collect the patients, but we got more than we expected. ......"

Mr. Jude is bowing his head with a troubled look on his face. I wonder how his men went around the slum. I don't mind the fact that the great apothecary is treating us for free. I can understand the negative opinions that say such a good deal is unbelievable.

But the legendary! or a saint who helps the poor for free! I also hear some extremely glorified stories. It's amazing how much rumors are spreading on their own.

Before I ask Mr. Jude to spread false rumors later, they are already false at the maximum. Well, if you add to these incomprehensible rumors, and have Mr. Jude spread even weirder rumors, it will become even more incomprehensible. Rumors spread more interesting topics than facts.

"Well, I'll think about it. Please give me some time to think about it."

I understand. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We can break up the group immediately, but please do not force yourself on us.

Jude's words shake me a little, but I will do what I can.

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'd like to think about it calmly, so please leave me alone for a while.

I ask the men in my vicinity to move away from me and talk to Sylphy and Vita in a whisper.

(Well, first of all, Vita, are you all right like that?　(Do you have enough magic power or something?)

"Yes, the magic power I got from Yuta after I made a contract with him is enough for that, so it's no problem."

That's the Great Spirit of Life. You're a real powerhouse. Then, we only have to compensate Sylphy and Vita.

（Vita, I'm sorry but you're going to have to help us. And I know I summoned Sylphy and Vita during the drinking party, but I'll give them the keg when I get back to paradise, so please don't do that!)

"No need. We have a contract with Yuta, so it is our right to summon him. We don't need you to apologize for that."

"Yes, Sylphy is right."

(Huh?　But, Sylphy, you were in a bad mood when I was surrounded by Jude and the others.)

"That's one thing, that's another. It's just so annoying to think that Dine and the others are having a good time drinking behind such a stupid discussion. It's not the same as having Yuta apologize for his normal behavior. Oh, but if it's a sake barrel as a token of Yuta's appreciation, I'll be happy to accept it."

...... either way, I don't think there is any difference in giving a barrel of sake, but the difference between apology and thanks seems to be important for Sylphy and his friends. But we have given them sake barrels as apology before, haven't we? Hm?　Is there a difference between a pattern where I directly caused trouble and a pattern where trouble was caused by the influence of others?　I don't know, but it's hard to tell.

(Roger. I'll give you a barrel of sake when I get back to paradise, for which I am very grateful.)

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to it."

"Ha-ha-ha, it's a perk, isn't it?"

Both Sylphy and Vita nodded happily. At any rate, Sylphy and Vita are now in the clear. Now we just need to figure out how to treat them. How many people can Vita treat at once?

（Vita, can you treat all the people in the square at once?)

"Well, it's possible, but then I wouldn't be able to tell them what to do after the treatment. Even if you heal a disease or injury and restore strength, you have to tell them what went wrong, or else it will be the same thing over and over again.

......It's okay if you do, I don't think you have the right to be so accommodating. But as the Great Spirit of Life, if there is a chance to treat them, I guess he wants to treat them well.

In the situation of the slum, I doubt if I can improve it even if I tell them what to do, but I'll do what I can anyway. You're helping a self-centered person like me. Let's not be lazy and do what the contracted spirits want.

（I understand. Then I'll think about treating them individually.)

"Thank you, Yuta."

（You're welcome.)　

Now, when it comes to individual treatment, should I at least put on a hood to hide my face?　......Yeah, I've had a few people look at my face already, but it's better to reduce the chances of them seeing my face up close.

That teacher was walking around the entertainment district with a huge grin on his face! Or ...... however much shame you may have to throw away, the less shame you have to throw away, the better.

In that case, it would be better to put on a hood, rent a room at the boss's house, and get medical treatment. He seems to be the type of person who values loyalty and humanity, so he won't refuse us.

I guess that security will be a problem, but if the number of people in the house is kept to a minimum and the security is tight, there should be no problem. It would be perfect if we can have Sylphy keep an eye on the house to see if anyone is acting strangely. I discuss the details with Sylphy and Vita and call Mr. Jude.

"Is it possible to rent a room for the treatment and bring one patient at a time?

Yes, I can manage that much. Would you prefer a larger room?

No, we treat one person at a time, so a regular room will suffice. However, considering that we will be admitting patients, we would prefer a room on the ground floor where we can ensure their safety.

Yes, sir. I will show you."

Mr. Jude's attitude is completely that of a butler. Considering this change in attitude, he must have adored Mr. Blast that much. Mr. Jude shows me to my room, and I put on a robe and a hood.

We are ready. Please bring the patients one by one. The most severely ill first, please.

Mr. Jude gives instructions to a gruff man under his command. Whew, the treatment is about to begin. My job is to hold up my right hand, do the appropriate chanting, and translate. ...... I think it would have been easier to beat up Mr. Jude and the others or pay more tolls to get by. I don't get it....you're supposed to go on a solo trip and have fun, but you end up opening a temporary clinic in a slum....