flstandardbreds Chapter 113 Doctor and New Student
Chapter 113 Doctor and New Student
"Pfft!"
As the tip of the sword pierced the cultist's throat, he began to struggle violently due to lack of oxygen and pain. With another swing, his head was completely separated from his body, and he finally fell silent.
"Well done, next!" The centurion in charge of the execution ground encouraged the new recruit who had just killed the cultist. Immediately, two soldiers dragged the body away. As another blood trail leading to the outside appeared, the spirits of the cultists waiting to die nearby were almost on the verge of collapse.
Normally they treat their victims like slaughtered animals, but now the butcher's knife is hanging over their heads, and they have to watch the tragic death of their accomplices one by one. Even if they had caused trouble outside or were unruly in prison before, in the face of death, they all burst out with the instinct for survival like animals.
"Let me go! Let me out!"
At this time, a larger cultist could no longer bear it. He was shackled and used his own strength to break free from the soldiers' control. Then he ran towards the city gate with shackles weighing more than ten pounds.
Despite the heavy shackles, he was still very fast, and with his huge body, he was like an angry bull.
"Close the gates! Someone stop him!"
The soldiers guarding the city also discovered the cultists running towards the city gate and immediately closed the gate. At the same time, a centurion of the White Wolf Knights was standing at the gate watching the cultists running towards them from a distance.
At this time, the cultist rushed towards the city gate in order to survive. When he saw the knight with a sword, he was mentally prepared for a fight. When he fought with the Knights of the King's Hall in his early years, he had already honed his ability to fight with his bare hands when trapped. So when facing the knight at the door, he was not panicked at all but accelerated towards the city gate.
At this time, several soldiers at the city gate were trying to close the gate, but the gate was too heavy and could not be closed for a while. Seeing that the cultists were about to rush in, the centurion guarding the city gate said:
"You guys go down, I'll guard here."
"Sir, the cultist is coming soon." The leading sergeant didn't understand why, but under the centurion's forced order, he retreated to the city wall.
At this time, the cultist was less than thirty meters away from the centurion. While running, the cultist had developed several countermeasures based on previous combat experience and was waiting for the attack.
But the scene before him surprised him. The centurion did not attack him, nor did he take a defensive posture. Instead, he simply made way and let the city gate pass through.
Although the cultist was confused at this time, he did not think much about it. The joy of survival clouded his mind and made him rush directly to the city gate.
When passing by the centurion, the cultist looked at him vigilantly. When he found that the centurion did not make any other moves, the cultist immediately rushed towards the city gate at the fastest speed.
Suddenly, the centurion drew his sword and when the cultist passed in front of him, he swung it directly at the cultist's back at a speed that ordinary people could hardly achieve.
The cultist at this moment was immersed in the joy of freedom and did not feel the attack from behind at all. The long sword directly tore a gash in his back. Blood immediately flowed from his back and he fell to the ground due to the sudden pain.
When he fell to the ground and looked back, he saw the centurion walking towards him with a bloody sword in his hand. When the cultist wanted to get up and continue running, the centurion took a step and cut off his left hand, then grabbed his broken arm and took him back to the playground.
"Come on, this one is about to die, this one will be the next one." After saying that, he threw him to the ground and returned to the city gate.
The cultists nearby couldn't help but gasp when they saw the miserable state of their accomplices. If they didn't run away, they could keep their bodies intact, but if they ran away, they couldn't even keep their bodies intact, so they could only welcome their deaths in silence.
Among the cultists, there was a thin man with messy hair who was thinking about something. When it was his turn, he shouted like a psychopath:
"I'm not a cultist! I'm not a cultist! I'm innocent! Don't kill me!"
This shout directly attracted everyone's attention to him, but he was still repeating his previous words, leaving the surrounding soldiers at a loss as to what to do.
The centurion who was guarding the execution ground was also feeling bored, so he smiled at the crazy man and said:
"You said you are not a cultist, do you have any evidence?"
However, after hearing what the centurion said, the man immediately ran to the centurion while the soldiers were not paying attention, and took out several documents from his arms in the centurion's surprised eyes. The centurion picked up the documents and read them in detail with other recruits.
"To Vargas: You have completed four years of medical studies at the French King's Seminary, and have passed all the subjects. You are now approved by the president to graduate. June 1442, 6."
"To Vargas: You have achieved excellent results in the medical field and have completed your teaching tasks. With the approval of the president, your request to join the seminary as a professor of herbal medicine..."
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As the centurion read through the documents one by one, he went from being surprised to shocked about Vargas. If this was the case, this man could not be killed. At a time when they were short of people, maybe they would have to keep him well fed and well fed.
"You continue, I will take him to see the centurion." After the centurion finished making arrangements, he went to the military camp to find the centurion. After hearing this, the centurion immediately took Vargas to the Count's Castle to see John.
Inside the Earl's Castle
"So, he is not a cultist, but a doctor working in the French King's Office?" John looked at the thin and helpless Vargas in front of him.
"If we go by the documents, that's true, but we can't rule out the possibility that he stole other people's documents," the centurion responded.
Who would have thought that after hearing this, Vargas immediately said hurriedly:
"This is me. I went to study at the French King's Seminary in 1438. My mentor was..."
"Stop." John stopped Vargas who was about to say something and asked:
"Then the question is, even if you are a doctor, why were you sent here as a cultist?"
After hearing this, Vargas looked at John with hesitation and worry, which made John feel creepy.
"Hurry up and tell me. I'm telling you, if you can't tell me, you will go back and be beheaded again." John warned.
"Sir, both my parents died of illness, so I went to study medicine. However, in my four years of study, I did not learn much useful knowledge. The medical knowledge taught in the seminary was only about bloodletting and applying spices all over the body. But if bloodletting can really cure any disease, why do many people, including my parents, become increasingly ill because of bloodletting?"
"So after I finished my studies, I stayed in school to teach and searched for a lot of local medical knowledge in the library, but I didn't gain much. Until one day, I went to an area where the plague had occurred and saw those rotting corpses. Suddenly, I found that their organs were not the same as what was said in the books."
"So I showed my report to the principal, but he said what I wrote was too ridiculous, but this is what I saw, and what is written in the book is different from the reality."
"So, I found a fresh corpse and observed it myself, but was discovered by a cultist hunter and was eventually arrested and imprisoned on charges of being a cultist."
After listening to his words, John felt that since he was able to think of medical knowledge beyond this era, he might really be a well-trained doctor.
"Okay, okay, take him to rest first, and then I'll see about getting you a job at school or the hospital." John waved his hand and had someone take him out to rest.
As soon as he finished speaking, a long bell rang in the distance. John looked at his pocket watch and said in confusion: "Why is the bell ringing when it's not even 12 o'clock yet?"
However, it was not just Franche-Comté. The bell towers of Midrand, Juda, and the French King's Hall... almost all the major cities in the country rang at this time. People looked up at the bell towers, and then went back to their own business.
In a small town in western Midland, a woman who had just given birth was looking at her newborn baby with her husband. Looking at the baby's clear blue eyes, the woman asked her husband:
"Dear, please give our child a name."
The man looked at the baby, thought for a moment and said:
"I hope this pure child can live freely in the world like an eagle. Let's call him Griffith."