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"What about your lord? The master named 'Fetisov' has all the tenants in his territory run away. What will he eat?"

Arsu was stunned for a moment. He had indeed heard very little news about the lord recently.

"This... I don't know, maybe they are dealing with the rogue bandits in the north."

"Rogue bandits, are there any rogue bandits here?"

Chariot thought for a while and suddenly remembered.

"Oh! Are they those bandits that the villagers were talking about before? The term bandit is really rare. I am quite curious about what kind of people these bandits are."

Chariot continued: "It has been more than a month, and I can still hear news about them. It seems that the lord has not resolved this matter yet. To be honest, I don't think ordinary bandits can compete with the armies of Ursus." "

"Dare to go against the army, I never dared to think about it before. But I heard that they are well-trained, and they only rob the property of nobles and don't take action against civilians. I don't know if that's true."

From Arsu's tone, Chariot could hear his doubts.

"Hey, I've heard of well-trained 'bandits' who rebel against nobles. I'm very familiar with this."

The smile on the face behind the chariot helmet could no longer stop.

"What does that old saying mean? Oh, by the way, history is always surprisingly similar."

"Has Mr. Alexander experienced this kind of thing before? I don't know what the outcome was."

"Haha, it's nothing. I'm just talking nonsense. Maybe I saw it in some book."

When the two were planning to chat about something else, a panting villager suddenly burst in. Before he could hold on to the table and take a few breaths, he looked at Arsu anxiously and said.

"Old man, please go home quickly, your son..."

Arsu supported the out-of-breath villager and asked.

"My son is back? Today?"

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

"No, why would he come back today?!"

"Oh, please stop asking and go back quickly, something big has happened!"

Arsu opened the door in a panic and followed the villager.

Chariot put down what he was holding in silence. He almost knew what happened.

"What happened to my son! Anwar!"

Arsu asked anxiously as he almost opened the door to his home.

At a glance, he saw Anwar lying unconscious on the bed and another villager accompanying him.

"You're finally here, let me tell you."

The villager spoke up without delaying what he was doing.

"I went to sort out firewood in the morning, and I saw someone lying at the entrance of the village in the south of the village. I was startled. When I got closer, I realized it was Anwar."

"Fortunately, he was discovered in time. If it had been delayed for a while, it would have been difficult to tell. I simply bandaged the wound. He didn't have any frostbite on his body. I guess he fell there not long ago."

Arsu quickly thanked him, but the villagers stopped him.

"You have to be mentally prepared."

He couldn't bear to talk anymore.

"Your son seems to be infected with... ore disease."

Arsu took several trembling steps back, as if unwilling to accept this desperate fact.

He looked at his son with a horrified expression, fear and doubt flashing in his eyes, but in the end, it turned into grief.

"Does anyone else... anyone else know about this?"

Arsu asked cautiously.

"I haven't told anyone yet."

"Please don't..."

The villagers signaled him to stop talking.

"I know that you only have one son. I will tell everyone not to come near your house these days. I will just say that your son is infected with the damp plague. However, you have to think carefully. This is ore disease. You have to think clearly. ”

He lowered his voice and whispered.

"It doesn't look like the situation is very good?"

Chariot opened the door and walked in, bolting the door at the same time.

"Mr. Alexander? Quick, get out first, my son..."

"You have ore disease, right? Don't be nervous. I'm here to help."

Chariot certainly knew what the disease was, but these two people thought that they might be infected at any time because they didn't understand the ore disease.

"This...this is mineral sickness, Mr. Alexander."

Chariot didn't care about this. He opened the small box he carried with him and took out the contents.

"Don't worry, I have come into contact with many patients with mineral sickness, and this thing is not as scary as you think."

He reached out and unbuttoned Anwar's shirt, carefully observed the wounds on his arms, and nodded.

"First apply this medicine on the crystals on the body surface. I'll get some hot water and inject another medicine later."

"If there is blood oozing out from the crystals on his body, drop it on this test paper and I will observe the situation later."

Of course Arsu followed the instructions one by one, and Chariot came back soon. He took a look at the condition of the test paper, and then injected half of the medicine in the vial.

The effect of the medicine was obvious, and Anwar woke up quickly.

"I...where am I?"

He opened his eyes and immediately saw Arsu sitting beside the bed.

"Dad? How can I..."

"Okay, stop talking, just come back."

Arsu patted his back and helped him up.

"No, I can't stay here, I have oriosis, I have to..."

Arsu covered his mouth and shook his head.

"Fortunately, I found you in time, so no one in the village knew about it."

"When the injury heals a little, I will take you to the woods. There is a hunter's hut there, which has been abandoned for a long time. You can live there first, and we will figure out a solution later."

Arsu brought the hot water to his lips and motioned for him to take a sip.

"Dad, I..."

"Take some rest and stop talking. I'll get some water."

Arsu hurried out again, and Chariot walked in with some food.

"woke up?"

Chariot put the things on the table and asked, while confirming Anwar's current physical condition.

He is a very strong young man, which is why he can insist on walking to the village.

"Mercenaries...? Why are there mercenaries in the village?"

Anwar suddenly became nervous. He looked up and down at the chariot and the equipment he carried with him, trying not to show doubts in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm your father's friend, and your ore disease isn't serious, it's just mild."

"I've...never seen you before."

"Of course, I just came here this year, so you can just call me Alexander."

"Can I ask what happened? Your father said you worked in the factory."

Chariot handed him the food. The reason for Anwar's weakness now was not the ore disease at all, but being hungry and tired.

"It was just an accident."