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"Indeed, Rem didn't expect that Moyin's cooking skills were so high. Could it be that he was a househusband before?"
Ram and Rem, who were watching Moyin chopping vegetables, began to complain in their characteristic sisterly way.
"Well, the conditions were very difficult in the beginning, and I was the only one who knew how to cook, so I usually cooked. I guess it was a skill I acquired because of the environment."
"After that, there were more and more lovely girls in my family. They quite liked the food I cooked, so I became more motivated. So I learned a little bit about cooking. I guess practice makes perfect. That's it."
Moyin answered while cutting vegetables.
"Although it's a bit embarrassing to ask you, as the host, to cook, but Ram wants to try your cooking, so let Ram be lazy today."
“Hahaha, actually you and Rem just need to treat me as a friend. I don’t really care about the relationship between master and servant. It’s up to you.”
Moyin waved his hand.
Little Ram and little Rem were watching Moyin cook seriously. After spending some time together, they both realized that their future destiny was to be maids for Mi Zhou, so they tried to learn as many skills as possible as possible.
However, Moyin did not usually find teachers for them, so they could only seize this opportunity to learn the skills needed to be maids.
Betty, on the other hand, had already begun to look forward to how delicious the meal would be if Moyin cooked it himself. After all, this was food made for her by the person she loved, so it must be delicious!
Elsa, who was standing against the wall, was staring at Moyin cooking in a trance. After really following Moyin, she felt that she saw another side of Moyin.
He was not like those big shots who held high positions or had great power and put on airs. Instead, he was very easy-going... Elsa seemed to feel a warm feeling that she had not experienced for many years.
When she was young, she had not lived with her parents since she could remember. She was a wild child who grew up drinking muddy water and eating garbage. Once, she was caught by the owner when she entered a store to steal food. At that time, the owner pressed her under him and was about to rape her. She picked up the glass fragments on the ground and cut open his stomach. When the other person's blood and intestines splashed on her face, she felt a warm feeling. It was because of this that she developed a curious hobby of looking at other people's intestines.
After that, he was discovered by an assassination organization and was subsequently recruited into the organization by Capella Emilia Lugnica, and has been engaged in assassination work ever since.
It can be said that this was the first time she felt the warm feeling of home, and this feeling, unexpectedly, seemed quite good?
Although for a killer, this liking for a warm feeling would be a weakness, but sometimes even if one knows that something is wrong, one still can't help but do it, let alone her who has never experienced warmth.
But putting aside the fact that her character was gradually becoming weaker, Elsa felt that her physical strength seemed to be constantly increasing. During this period of time, she felt that her strength and speed had increased a lot, perhaps because she had come into contact with the silent silver blood there.
She even felt that her heart was beating much stronger. Although she didn't know whether this was good or bad for her future development, based on the current situation, she should be getting stronger.
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slums.
When Firut returned to the tent with the bread he had bought today, he found the huge body of Grandpa Rom lying on the ground with some coagulated black blood beside him.
Grandpa Rom, who had a rosy complexion two days ago, now looked listless and breathed very weakly, which immediately scared Firut.
"Lord Rom!!! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me. Did anyone attack you?"
Firut anxiously ran to Grandpa Rom and asked with a worried look on his face.
"No, I just feel a little unwell. Ahem. It looks like I'm going to die here soon. Ha, I never thought I would... die of illness."
Uncle Rom coughed up another mouthful of blood foam and spoke weakly.
"Don't die! I'm going to find a doctor for you right now, please don't die!"
Firut shouted anxiously with tears in his eyes.
"...I've been on the battlefield before, and I have old injuries on my body that can't be cured. The children have a fever, too. I'm afraid the plague has spread. Firut, you should leave quickly before it spreads. You know the law of survival in the slums, which is the survival of the fittest. It's time for you to leave here."
"I'm already very satisfied to see you one last time before I die. Don't waste your money on an old man like me. You... ahem, go get some medicine. You're still so young. I don't want to... see you die of illness. You still have a wonderful life..."
Grandpa Rom said with some discomfort.
If possible, he certainly wanted to see Firut grow up. After all, they had been together for so many years and he really regarded Firut as his own granddaughter.
But he could not defy the laws of birth, aging, sickness and death, so he could only leave with regret.
"Don't die! Have some courage, Master Rom! We have been through all kinds of situations over the years! How can you die from a minor illness in this place! I'll go get you some medicine right now! You must not die before I come back!"
Felt put the bread next to Grandpa Rom, then activated her own Wind Divine Protection and ran out of the tent as fast as she could.
There are no doctors in the slums because no one can afford to see a doctor. People may starve to death every day, and death from illness is naturally not taken seriously. What's more, they have no money. If a doctor opens a clinic in the slums, he will probably starve to death soon.
Therefore, if she wanted to find a doctor who could treat Grandpa Rom, she could only go to the royal capital.
The journey which normally would take an hour to run took less than ten minutes as Firut rushed to the royal capital. Afterwards, Firut went to various clinics and begged doctors to go with him to the slums to see Grandpa Rom.
But what made her despair was that these doctors all refused her without exception when they heard that they were going to the slums. After all, the slums were very dangerous and gathered a large number of bad people. Firut might ask them to go to the slums to rob or kidnap them. Secondly, the medical fee Firut gave was too little, just a dozen of the cheapest copper coins, which was enough for a day's food expenses. Such a low medical fee was not given for medical treatment.
However, even though he was kicked out of one clinic after another, Firut still did not give up and rushed to the next clinic. After all, Grandpa Rom was so sick that he could only rely on himself. If he didn't bring a doctor back today, Grandpa Rom would probably lose his life.
However, as the sun gradually set, Firut's heart sank slowly. She had already visited three-quarters of the clinics along the way, and no doctor in any clinic agreed to go to the slums with her. Now the clinics were basically closing. After all, doctors also had to go home to eat.
She knew that it was because she came from the slums that the doctors were unwilling to go with her.
If... if I hadn't been so arrogant before and rejected Rom's proposal, and ran to Mi Zhou to beg for help, if I had a regular job and became a city dweller, I should be able to find a doctor and bring him back to treat Rom, right?
Why did I have to keep up that ridiculous face? Now, Mr. Rom is about to die of illness, but I can't do anything and can only watch him die.
While cursing his own dignity in his heart, Firut continued to run to the next clinic with all his might.
Although her vision was a little blurry due to running for a long time, and her physical strength had been almost depleted due to eating for a long time and she was completely relying on one breath to survive, she absolutely could not fall down here.
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"Get out! It's only thirteen copper coins. Even if you bring the patient here, this amount of money is not enough to treat the disease. You actually want me to go to the slums! You liar! You must want to kidnap me and extort money from my family! Don't think I will fall for you, you little brat!"
With a bang, Firut was rejected again.
"Please, doctor, save my grandpa. I'm willing to do anything! Even if I have to sell my body, please go see him!"
Firut banged hard on the closed wooden door.
"You want to sell your skinny body? Who knows if you are sick? Get out of here now!"
The doctor's cold rebuke came from inside the door.
Firut returned to the street pale and dazed.
This was the only one of the four clinics she had visited that was still open. Judging from the current situation, the other clinics were probably closed.
Maybe I should go buy some beer that Grandpa Rom likes to drink, so that he can have something good to eat before he dies and leave without regrets...
Felt walked towards the shopping street with a dead look in his eyes.
“Hey, Felt, why are you still wearing this dress? Don’t you like the one I gave you?”
Halfway through the journey, Firut, who was feeling hopeless, heard a familiar figure. He slowly turned his head and saw Moyin, Mizhou, and Elsa and their group who were taking a walk after dinner.
"Save Master Rom!!! Please save Master Rom, he is very ill. Give me some money, just one holy gold coin. I will pay you back no matter if it is stolen or sold. I can pay you back double or triple! Please find a doctor and go back with me to see him."
Firut rushed to Mi Zhou and hugged her thighs tightly without letting go. This was her only life-saving straw... Mi Zhou was rich and a city dweller with status. She would definitely be able to find a doctor, Firut firmly believed.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to sell yourself to that extent. Let's go see that big old man. Come on, get up."
Mi Zhou helped Firut, who was hugging his legs, up.
"Thank you."
Firut wiped away her tears with tearful eyes.
"Then lead the way."
Mi Zhou started talking.
"We need to see a doctor first..."
Felt spoke up.
"Hey, what doctor are you looking for? See, Moyin, there is no disease in this world that he can't cure. Come on, even if you are just a jar of ashes, he can save you. He is definitely a ghost chaser in the underworld."
Mi Zhou proudly patted Mo Yin's waist and promoted him. After all, Mo Yin had condensed the Godhead of viruses at home some time ago, and he also possessed the Godhead of life. There really was no disease he couldn't cure.
"I doubt you are saying that I look like a frog, Mi Zhou."
Moyin complained speechlessly, what was he, the lord of the underworld, talking about chasing souls in the underworld? It would be better to say that the frog-like doctor was snatching people from his own rules.
"Then let's go."
After getting Mizhou's assurance, Firut did not hesitate and immediately activated the Protection of Wind and ran towards the slums.
After running for a few seconds, she realized that not everyone could keep up with her speed.
But when she looked back, she was surprised to find that Moyin and his group were following her closely. At the same time, she felt an invisible protection enveloping her, making her body more light and agile. Strength continued to emerge from inside her body. The previous fatigue was swept away, and she was full of strength as if she had gained unlimited physical strength.
"Run, don't worry about us not being able to catch up, just run."
Moyin smiled and said that as the God of Wind, the protection he provided, such as acceleration, was naturally of the highest level. He could even use the laws of wind to eliminate the resistance of the air to everyone while running, thus allowing humans to break the limit of the speed of sound.
With Moyin's assurance and this power, Firut felt more at ease and started running madly again.
"Speaking of which, Moyin, the old man's illness wasn't caused by you, was it?"
Mi Zhou used his mental power to link with Moyin's mental power and asked directly in his mind.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would do such a boring thing? After all, I wouldn't resort to such despicable means. What do you think of me? Do you think too badly of me?"
Moyin answered in his mind speechlessly.
"Ahahahaha, no no, it's because you have a virus godhead, so I made a slight association with it. Sorry, sorry, you are the best in my heart~ I love you the most!"
Mi Zhou apologized with a smile in his mind.
She also felt that Moyin would not do such a thing, and she just made a casual association just now.
In less than three minutes, Firut finished the one-hour journey at lightning speed. However, she did not have time to be surprised. She immediately led Moyin and his group into the dark tent. She had been looking for a doctor for so long, and she was not sure whether Grandpa Rom was still alive.
"Sorry, I, I'll go find some fire so you can see the doctor."
Looking at the pitch-black tent, Firut cursed himself for being so stupid, and then planned to run out to ask someone for a light.
"Need not."
Moyin raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a ball of light emitting soft white light appeared on the top of the tent, illuminating the entire shabby tent.
"Fi...rut? Why...are you still...back? Let's go...there's...a plague here."
Grandpa Rom said weakly that everything was dark in front of his eyes and he could not see anything. He felt like the god of death had come to take him away.
"Moyin, please save him, please save Master Rom, please don't let him die. I'll steal any medicine you need."
Firut shouted anxiously.
"Let me see. Yes, it is tuberculosis. It is indeed a plague."
Moyin looked at the blood coughed up by Grandpa Rom. As the holder of the virus godhood, he could tell the type of virus at a glance.
"Ah? Then, doesn't that mean Master Rom is dead?"