It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 562 Back to the cabin with Miss Yinlong

As soon as the door opened, everyone's eyes lit up.It's a real flash of light in the physical sense - the light shoots out of the house and is reflected by the iconic big bald head, shining brightly...

"My lord bishop!" Except for Cerilla, everyone in the room counted as one, and stood up collectively.The tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks rattled for a while, the bald bishop laughed and strode in:

"It's okay, I'm just here to take a look. Little Gretel, you can eat at ease and reunite with peace of mind, it's okay!"

As he said that, he had already walked to the center of the living room, put the roast chicken in his hand on the table, and hugged Gretel casually.The thick arms pressed down, hooping him until he couldn't breathe, and said in a low voice:
"I told him about the city lord, don't pay attention to him, you just care about your reunion! Really, you are already a sixth-level mage, and he wants to call you like this, your brain has gone crazy!"

Gretel: ...Generally we say that there is a lump in the brain, and the brain is flooded. If it is Shennei, it may be said that the frontal lobe of the brain is underdeveloped...So there is such a saying, I have been educated!
The bald bishop stood between Gretel and Captain Karen, and continued to complain in a low voice.

As soon as he heard that the city lord sent someone to treat him, but Gretel refused, he immediately left for the city lord's mansion.Presenting the facts, reasoning, and ruthlessly knocking back the city lord's delusion:

He is a level 6 mage! A 20-year-old level 6 mage!Two years ago, in a place like Nevis City, they had their own mage tower!

"Really, he only bullies you like this because you are young, have no roots, and are from Hartland City." The bald bishop lay between the two of them, lowered his voice, and unceremoniously criticized the city lord:

"If you lived in the mage's tower, he would not dare to call you directly. You have no airs at all. If you live in a neighbor's house, he will think you are weak and can be bullied! Tch! Brainless guy!"

Captain Karen wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.Gretel shrugged:

"I don't expect this kind of person to have a lot of brains. But thank you—"

"Thank you! It's a trivial matter!" The bald bishop tightened his arms again, then let go, and nodded to them:

"Hey, keep talking, I'm leaving! Come to the temple to play when you have time! Remember to come!"

As he spoke, he looked around the crowd, nodded heavily to Cerilla, and left.Gretel rushed to see him off, but he pushed him back into the door:

"Go back! There are only a few steps from here to the temple, and it's not like I can't walk!"

With a bang, the wooden door closed, and Gretel was directly shut inside the door.

The bald bishop did what he said, and no one really bothered him that night.Gretel and Uncle Karen's family talked about their farewell, chatting happily until late into the night, and then they left—this crappy house is really not big enough, there are three more people, and it really can't fit in...

The savage has since gone to the hospital to stay.But Gretel went back to the house where he lived when he was a child, together with Cerilla: No way, the eldest lady wants to see, but I can't get entangled.

There was a musty smell in the stone house, and grass grew on the roof, but at least there was no leakage of wind and rain.Apparently, Uncle Karen's family, as it was written in the letter, cleaned up the house from time to time.Gretel raised a few lighting spells and pointed them out to Cerilla:
"This armor is left by my father... It is knight-level armor. I can't wear it. After he passed away, it has been kept here..."

"You don't need to look at this closet. There are no clothes in it... When I went to study in the Master Tower on the first day, there were only two shirts in it, one was small and the other had patches... Aunt Irene changed Brother Raymond overnight. A new dress, so that I have decent clothes to wear..."

"There is a box of books under this bed, which is also left by my father. I can read, write, and rely on these..."

There were only two chairs at the table, one of which had a broken leg.Gretel lost a prosthetic, barely fixed it, and sat down with Cerilla.The mage's hand flew out, dragging the bookcase from under the bed.Celira leaned on the box with great interest, and opened it one by one:

"The Tales of Isolde...a novel. The Siren's Song...is a novel. The Legend of the Rose...is a novel..."

Turning over and looking up, he glanced at Gretel.That look:
Why are all the books in your father's collection novels?
Gretel could only smile wryly.A knight, a knight living in a small remote town, wants to leave some books for his son to read, what else can he find?
Popular novels are already the best, otherwise, why use holy scriptures?Although most of the soldiers' children were educated in the temple, Gretel has some guesses about the belief of his original father...

Fortunately, as I continued to read down, several travel notes, poetry collections, and the like appeared, which finally did not make the novel more beautiful than before.He let Cerilla continue to turn down, and flew out a few powerful mage's hands to lift the bed:
Under the indentation where the bookcase was originally placed, the soil is hard and solid, and there is no sign of being turned over recently.Gretel dug a few shovels with the hands of a mage, and soon, he brought out a small box.

Open the lid, and there is a shallow layer of coins inside.Under the lighting technique, the light is dim, eight gold coins, five silver coins——

Cerilla leaned over to look curiously again.Stirring his fingertips into the box, he accurately took out the different gold coin: on the front is a bearded man wearing a crown, and on the back is a double-headed eagle with spread wings:

"Hey, Gretel, why do you still have the gold coins of the Rhine Kingdom?"

"My father left..."

"How did he get it? Captured on the battlefield? Or... right Gretel! I seem to remember that the surname Nordmark belongs to the nobleman of the Rhine Kingdom! That's right, Nordmark, Nordmark, belongs to the northern border lord Meaning...is your father really a local? Isn’t he from a foreign country?”

"... Let me tell you this, I remember Uncle Karen who said that he really came from a wandering place..."

They turned back and continued to rummage through the bookcases.Soon, Gretel found a letter tightly packed in an envelope inside the envelope of an extraordinarily thick poetry collection.

There was no word on the envelope, and the inside page was blank.Only when you touch it with your fingertips, you can feel the subtle traces of the pen tip.

"No...it's not wet...it's magic."

Gretel stroked the thin letter paper with his fingertips, feeling the subtle magical fluctuations inside.The original body used to be a commoner, and he had just crossed over, and he had never carefully flipped through every book.What's more, even if I turned it over, I couldn't recognize its abnormality at that time...

"This is sealed by magic...【Remove the magic】!"

A thin ray of light shot out from the fingertips.In a moment, the letter paper stretched and deformed in front of him, and the beautiful handwriting appeared line by line on the paper.

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