Chapter 607 Regent Prince Rohan

“Thank you very much, Mr. Mike. I have sent your report to the King as quickly as possible. Once you arrive there, you will surely be received by the Regent…”

The next morning, the commander, who knew that Mike was about to leave, led a group of soldiers to see Mike off at the city gate.

Last night, Mike had already given emergency treatment to the infected soldiers in the city's quarantine zone.

They also learned the name of the commander in front of them—Durdan.

In terms of position, the other party is the commander of the Seventh Legion of Gondor, an absolute general.

Moreover, they are people with real power.

"These two bottles of holy water, after being diluted, can control the Corpse Puppet virus to some extent. They should be useful to you..." Before parting, Mike took out two bottles that were emitting a faint white light and handed them to Durdan.

Holy water, with its purifying properties, is also remarkably effective against the Corpse Puppet Virus.

The two bottles of holy water that Mike provided were enough for the important town of Kalumbell to deal with the undead in the orc army.

"Thank you." Durdan carefully put away the two bottles of holy water, then called out to the soldiers behind him, "Salute to our hero!"

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The rhythmic clatter of shields rang out as the soldiers of the important town of Karenbell paid Mike their highest respect.

Until we meet again!

Mike waved and mounted his warhorse, then rode away with an escort team.

Yes, after learning that Mike would be traveling along the Gondor defenses to Minas Tirith (White City), Durdan hastily assembled a scout squad to escort him to the next major city.

It's fair to say that Mike, with his ability to cure the plague, was considered a "god" by the people of Gondor.

He cannot afford to make the slightest mistake.

Next, Mike was escorted by a guard squad as they passed through five more major human towns.

In these key military towns along the Gondor Line, more or less, soldiers had been infected with the Corpse Puppet virus.

As Mike demonstrated his healing powers one after another, his reputation among the Gondor soldiers grew, and the number of guards protecting him increased.

More than half a month later, when Mike arrived in Minas Tirith (the White City), the last major city in Gondor, he saw a procession waiting to greet him from afar.

"Welcome, Mr. Healer!" Regent Exilion, dressed in military attire, greeted Mike at the city gate.

Six urgent letters from the border town of White City praising his achievements spread Mike's name even before he reached the capital of Gondor.

The title "Healer" may not sound impressive, but for the Gondorians who have suffered from the plague, it is the highest honor.

The increasing amount of faith power Mike has gained during this period shows just how popular he is in Gondor.

Whether Exilion truly valued Mike's abilities or was simply following the will of the people of Gondor, the Regent should have prepared a grand welcoming ceremony for Mike.

Thus, this scene at the entrance of Baicheng came about.

“It is an honor to meet you here, Your Excellency the Regent.” Mike dismounted and greeted Exilion.

Exilion is now in his prime, and every move he makes exudes the aura of a king.

Aside from lacking a legitimate pretext, he was no different from the real King of Gondor.

Subsequently, led by Exilion, Mike entered Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor.

Perhaps having received word of the news, a large number of people gathered in White City to pay their respects to Mike, the "Healer".

The atmosphere was so lively, even more so than during a festival.

The two blocks, though short, took more than half an hour to walk amidst the cheers and cheers of the crowd.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic crowd, Michael followed the Regent through the triumphal arch and into the capital palace.

In the vast square in front of the palace, a large crowd had also gathered, most of whom were ministers of Gondor.

In addition, there are some people with special identities, either wealthy people from Gondor or foreign guests from other countries.

On the side of the square, Mike also saw the legendary "White Tree" that was given to Gondor by the "goddess".

The white tree, a symbol of the fate of Gondor, is now sprouting new buds from its withered branches.

This foreshadows the rise of Gondor.

"Let us welcome the Healer from the North..." Upon entering the capital palace, Exilion, holding the Regent's Scepter, began to read out the contributions that Mike had made to the Gondor defenses, following protocol.

Then came another round of enthusiastic applause.

"Could you show us your amazing healing abilities?" Amidst the eager gazes of the ministers, Exilion looked at Mike.

“Of course,” Mike nodded.

As the capital of Gondor, Minas Tirith is also on the front lines of the fight against Mordor.

Therefore, many soldiers here also contracted the Corpse Puppet Virus during the battle.

As Mike nodded, a heavily guarded Regent's personal guard soon arrived at the square with a large group of soldiers who appeared to be in poor condition.

As all the ministers instinctively stepped back, Mike stepped forward and waved his hands, summoning healing power that he applied to the infected soldiers' ranks.

Before long, the sickly look on their faces gradually disappeared, and they all eventually recovered their health.

To the ministers who were worried about the plague, this was nothing short of a miracle.

What followed was a continuous stream of praise from the ministers, this time which was clearly much more sincere.

“Mr. Mike, given your miraculous healing abilities, I would like to invite you to serve as the Chief Physician of Gondor. What do you think?” The Regent asked, taking advantage of the expectant gazes of the ministers.

However, Mike discovered that the Regent's attitude did not seem as enthusiastic as it appeared on the surface.

There was even a lingering gloom in his eyes.

Yes, this incredibly capable and ambitious regent must have also noticed the fanatical expression on the faces of the healed soldiers as they looked at Mike.

In this situation, he, who held absolute power, certainly did not want to see another person in Gondor who was loved by the soldiers.

“I’m sorry, I have other things to do and won’t be staying in Gondor for long.” Mike had never intended to become a doctor anyway.

Moreover, he has already achieved his goal of gathering the faith power of Gondor along the way.

“That’s a real shame,” Exilion said with a smile, then added, “I’ve heard you have a miraculous potion that cures the plague. I wonder if you could leave some for Gondor? I’m willing to pay a high price for it.”

Compared to keeping Mike, the Regent clearly valued the "holy water" that could cure the plague more.

"You mean this?" Mike took out a small bottle of holy water and said with a smile, "As long as you can afford it, you can have as much of this as you want."

Since the ambitious Regent only wants to talk about money and not feelings, what reason does Mike have not to satisfy him?

Of course, if we don't talk about feelings, Mike said that his holy water would be very expensive.

"Rest assured, the treasures in Gondor's treasury will satisfy anyone." The Regent seemed to be pleased by Mike's "greed" and even made a witty remark.

Although the ministers present regretted that Mike had not chosen to stay, their expressions indicated that they could accept it given the availability of a cure for the plague.

It's just some money anyway, and each of them can afford it.

"What a pity. I heard that this 'Healer' is quite formidable in combat. He's killed at least several thousand orcs and many undead along the way from the Gondor lines. With his help, Gondor might have had a chance to counterattack Mordor..."

At this moment, a child who was only five or six years old was discussing something with a slightly older child next to him.

“Théoden, you’re mistaken. That greedy Healer is not the kind of help we, Gondor, need. And I believe that without outsiders, we, Gondor, will one day have the power to counterattack Mordor…”

The older boy, who looked a lot like Exilion and also had the beginnings of a kingly aura, retorted: "In short, it's the Healer's loss if he doesn't join Gondor because of money."

Yes, the two children who appeared here are not ordinary people. One of them is Denethor, the son of the Regent of Gondor.

Compared to his father, who dared not overstep the throne, this young boy was more ambitious for power.

As for the other child, it was Théoden, the son of Prince Sejel of Rohan.

At this time, he and his father were living in a neighboring country. Although they were not in immediate danger, the treatment they received was certainly not good.

“Perhaps you’re right, but I don’t think that Mr. Healer is a greedy person…” The long-term experience of living as a guest made Théoden more sensitive.

However, when he saw that Denethor didn't want to hear this, Théoden wisely shut his mouth and said nothing more.

Then, in the square, after Exilion and a group of Gondor ministers generously brought out a row of chests of treasure and bought more than a dozen bottles of holy water from Mike, the grand welcoming ceremony finally came to an end.

Next came the banquet proceedings.

This time, Regent Exilion dropped the pretense and, after chatting with Mike for a couple more minutes, hurriedly left the banquet hall.

It's unclear whether there were genuine government matters to attend to, or if they wanted to express their dislike for Mike.

Anyway, after he left, the Gondorian ministers in the banquet hall were not as enthusiastic towards Mike as before.

Everyone seems to be a "smart person".

“Please don’t mind, Exilion isn’t targeting you on purpose, but he’s just wary of all people with mysterious powers…” Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around Mike, Prince Sezer of Rohan approached him.

Sezer was eager to build a good relationship with Mike, this mysterious "Healer" from the North, so he continued, "You've heard of the White Wizard, haven't you? He originally lived in Eisengard, Gondor, and was a very capable and learned man."

“I even think he should be able to handle the Corpse Puppet Virus…”

"It's just a pity that, because of Exilion's fear, he was recently forced to leave Gondor."

Isengard is located on the northwestern border of Gondor. Although it is not a major border town, its geographical location is very important. It is a fortress that involves the northwestern border of Gondor and the stability of the Karennason Plain.

Just as the brown-robed wizards guarded Rosgobel, the white-robed wizard Saruman also guarded the Fortress of Aisengard, protecting large swathes of Gondor from the corruption of dark forces.

However, the stronger his abilities became due to his status as a wizard, the more suspicious he became of Regent Exilion.

The two finally parted ways not long ago.

"Sure enough, Saruman's poker face is unpopular everywhere." Mike had some reservations about Exilion's domineering lust for power, but that didn't stop him from laughing at the white-robed wizard.

Indeed, happiness is always relative.

Sezer didn't know why the "Healer" in front of him suddenly had a happy smile, so he smiled back and said, "Of course, no matter what, everything you have done for the Gondor Line deserves respect. Please allow me to express my highest respect to you on behalf of all the people within the Gondor Line."

After speaking, amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, the prince of Rohan bowed and offered Mike three cups of wine with the highest honors.

"Don't worry, Exilion doesn't represent Gondor, so I don't care about his attitude. Besides, I'm not interested in that anyway..." Mike, after being given a drink by Sezer, briefly expressed his thoughts.

Then he looked at the other person and asked, "Tell me about yourself. What's your purpose in 'flattering' me like this?"

Mike could sense that the Rohan prince's enthusiasm for him was different from that for others.

As for the purpose, Mike had a rough idea: it was nothing more than saving Rohan or something.

“I’m not trying to curry favor with you, but rather out of respect for human heroes…” Sezer’s attitude became increasingly respectful. When he saw Mike’s ambiguous smile, he decided to take a deep breath and said, “I would like to ask you to come with me back to Rohan to help that country ravaged by the forces of darkness.”

"You really believe I can help you?" Mike asked.

“Yes, I’ve heard about your feat of killing thousands of orcs along the way from Gondor’s defenses. That’s why I’m convinced you can help me return to Rohan.” Well, the current Rohan king’s incompetent and corrupt behavior finally gave Sezer the idea of ​​“sacrificing family for the greater good.”

Moreover, given the extent of the damage Van Zel has done to Rohan, it's uncertain who the people will support once Prince Sejel returns to Edoras.

“Alright, I’ll be passing through Rohan anyway, might as well lend you a hand.” Mike agreed to Segel’s request.

"Really? That's wonderful! Rohan is finally saved!" Sezer was overjoyed and called his son, Théoden, over as well.

He looked like he was about to ask his son to recognize him as a godfather.

After hearing the good news from his father, young Théoden looked at Mike with gratitude in his eyes.

It is evident that this descendant of the Rohan royal family was raised to be very grateful from a young age.

Three days later, at the instigation of Regent Exilion, Michael and his son Sejel boarded a large boat and headed down the Anduin River towards Rohan.

To be fair, although Exilion is domineering, he's a decent person. After learning Sezer's purpose in returning to Rohan, he even specially sent him three hundred elite soldiers.

Because they were traveling downstream, Mike and Segel's journey proceeded smoothly, and they arrived at the Dimme Mountains and Haro Valley in the southwest of Rohan in just one week.

The water flow here is calm, making it a good place to land.

"What's the name of those white mountains over there?" After stepping onto land, Mike noticed a very unique aura emanating from the white mountains not far away.

Between evil spirits and dark creatures.

"That place is called the White Mountains, but legend has it that a group of ghosts from Gondor lived there long ago. Locals often mention that when night falls, the ghosts' sighs echo through the mountains..."

Segel explained, “Of course, ghost stories are not credible. And no one has ever actually seen them, so no one really investigates ghosts.”

Ghosts are certainly frightening, but if no one has seen them and no one has been injured by them, then these ghost stories will at most become idle gossip among the neighborhood residents to entertain their children.

Sezer must have heard of the ghost stories of the White Mountains, but he obviously didn't take them to heart.

"It's getting late. Let's rest around here for the night. I'll also go check out those mountains over there and see what's going on with the ghosts," Mike instructed.

"Then come back soon~" Segel said casually as he watched Mike prepare to explore on his own.

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