Chapter 162: |
Chapter 162
“Grandpa, I’m here!”
An old man with his eyes covered by a blindfold was sitting on a chair.
As rumored, he had a short appearance.
“Jay, where have you been? Didn’t I tell you that it’s dangerous to wander around recklessly? You haven’t even eaten properly! Did you study properly today? If you don’t study properly, in the future… you…”
Dudadadadada!
Endless nagging unfolded like a chain of magic pouring down.
The boy called Jay ignored the familiar nagging and continued to speak his own words.
“I brought the lord.”
“You know, the Lord Raymond that grandfather always talked about. I brought him here.”
Old Man Mevinson’s face hardened.
Something white?
Then he showed a dramatic reaction.
He suddenly got up and bent his back 120 degrees.
“No, why are you in such a shabby place, my lord? Oh, did I do something wrong? If there was something like that, I apologize!”
“…”
Raymond made a face of absurdity.
‘He is suddenly worried that it’s his fault!’
‘What timidity…’
At that moment, Raymond remembered a rumor he had heard before.
Mevinson is not just an ‘ugly wise man’,
‘… They said he was a timid, ignorant, and wise man. No, but this is too much!’
His timidity surpassed Raymond!
Raymond was worried.
‘Is it okay to collect these things?’
He had that thought, but shook my head.
‘The ability he showed early on during his time as a manager was real. At least when it comes to internal affairs, he is an outstanding person.’
At that moment, a message occurred to him.
[You are trying to recruit talented people as a healer lord.]
[You can use ‘The Monarch’s Issue’ once as a special privilege!]
Raymond opened his eyes wide.
‘It seemed like they were letting me use it once as a taste test.’
‘Use, The monarch’s Issue!’
Then the messages came to mind.
[Recruitment Status]
Name: Mevinson
Occupation: Sage (politics, internal affairs)
Professional talent: A
Personality: A
[He will receive a penalty point in the talent area for being too timid!]
[Limitations: Other information cannot be confirmed due to lack of skill proficiency!]
‘Isn’t A really outstanding?’
What’s even more surprising is that this resulted in a penalty.
If he can overcome his timidity, he could have at least AA, maybe even AAA, S-class abilities!
‘Just give him a good push from behind!’
Not only the monarch’s concerns were sought after, but Mevinson’s too.
Raymond vowed.
‘I’m definitely going to make that timid wise man my fool!’
If only he could make that wise man a fool, he could live the life of a perfectly sweet vassal!
“Sir Mevinson, I am not blaming you for anything. I am here to ask for your advice.”
“Advice?”
Mevinson looked surprised.
“Yes, I know what you did while you were working at the Droughton Royal Court. I would like to ask for your help in restoring the Ruin Estate.”
“…!”
Mevinson shook his head awkwardly.
“I-I don’t think someone like me can help. It’s ridiculous.”
Raymond saw through Mevinson’s mind.
‘He is really intimidated. It’s because of the wounds he received during his time as a manager.’
It was understandable.
A person who was originally timid experienced a miserable frustration.
He was ridiculed and criticized as being an incompetent sage behind his back, so he lost his confidence.
‘This type needs to be praised as much as possible.’
Also known as Operation Inflating Ego!
He had to regain his confidence and become an endless source of support for him.
“I am also familiar with your book, Princely Theory. It is also the most impressive book I have ever read.”
“Huh, huh huh.”
Mevinson made a sour face.
Monarchy.
It was a book that represented him.
But after he became an ugly wise man, it became a dead book.
Everyone spat on his writings, calling him a wise man with only a shiny mouth.
“I have always wanted to meet you, sir, and I am so happy that this opportunity has come.”
“Thank you, Count.”
Mevinson’s face was blank.
Raymond, judging that the mood had improved enough, cautiously brought up the main topic.
“As I told you, I came here because I wanted your help. Sir, wouldn’t you like to help me?”
“…!”
“I need the help of a great person like you, sir.”
Mevinson’s face hardened.
“That is… … impossible.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you know my nickname? I’m a poor wise man. I won’t be of any help to you.”
But Raymond shook his head.
“But the content of the monarchy was absolutely perfect.”
“…”
“Your early actions during his time as manager were also excellent.”
Raymond looked straight at the wise man.
“Do you know that, wise man?”
“What do you mean?”
“You are not ugly.”
“…!”
Finally, the skill was properly expressed.
[You want to comfort your patient’s heart who was still wounded!]
[The skill ‘Speech’ is activated!]
“At that time, you had no one to help you. You had to deal with the rotten nobles alone.”
The wise man bit his lip.
“But this time it will be different. I will be behind you, and if there is anyone rotten who opposes you, I will punish them. Just trust me and focus on doing your best for the people.”
There was a reason Raymond said this.
‘If the previous king of Droughton had pushed him properly, would he have become a worthless sage?’
Raymond thought not.
Frankly, it wasn’t Mevinson’s fault that he ran aground against the nobles.
How can a single scholar overcome the opposition of the nobles?
Strictly speaking, it was the king’s fault for not giving him the strength from behind.
‘This time it’s different. I’m going to push him hard. Thoroughly. Entirely.’
Raymond had a reason why he had to do it.
Why?
The more Mevinson can use his abilities, the more honey he can suck!
It’s good for Mevinson to find a trustworthy lord and demonstrate his abilities, and it’s good for Raymond to suck up to him.
That would be a perfect relationship!
‘I’ll take care of everything else, so just be my endless fool!’
Mevinson was silent for a long moment, then said in a wet voice.
“You are the first person to say that to me since I was called a loser.”
A voice of great emotion.
Eventually, he shed tears from under his blindfold.
“Ugh. I’m sorry. I’m not the type of person to cry easily, but I suddenly burst into tears.”
There was a reason why Mevinson react so violently.
He has been the target of ridicule for many years.
‘In the end, even if he said he was a wise man, it was just empty words.’
How sad it was to hear such stories!
But finally, he met someone who acknowledged him.
‘I want to work for him.’
Mevinson thought to himself.
No other reason was needed.
Just acknowledging him.
That alone was reason enough to be loyal to him.
‘The end of my life. I want to dedicate it to that grateful person.’
But Mevinson bit his lip.
“I would love to work for you, but… … it’s impossible. I recently lost my eyesight. I can’t do anything.”
Mevinson lamented.
‘Oh, heavens. Are you mocking me? I have finally found a master who believes in me, and yet I am blind!’
But then, Raymond said.
“The eyes of the wise man. I will cure them.”
“…!”
Mevinson stood stiffly.
“… … What did you just say?”
“I said I would treat your eyes.”
There was silence for a moment.
Mevinson let out a hollow laugh as if it were nonsense.
“Although I am a scholar in the field of political science, I am not completely ignorant of therapeutics. It is impossible to cure a blind patient…”
“It’s not impossible. I’m being serious right now.”
“…!”
“I want to give you back your eyesight.”
It really was.
Raymond was really going to try to cure Mevinson.
A quest just came to hus mind.
[Cure the Blind Sage!]
(Medical Quest)
Difficulty: Medium
Quest Description: The blind sage laments that he cannot work for you. Bring back the light to him!
Clear Condition: Cure his eyesight
Reward: Bonus level up x2, 70 skill points
Perk: Loyalty to the Sage’s Wise Words
“Of course, I can’t guarantee that I can cure you unconditionally. My healing skills have their limits. However, if what I think is the cause of your blindness is correct, I can cure you.”
“…!”
Mevinson was shaken.
“So, show me your eyes. I want to help you.”
Mevinson gritted his teeth.
‘I can really recover my sight?’
Actually, regaining his eyesight was something he never expected.
He is already old and losing his eyesight was natural.
But at this moment, he desperately wanted to regain his sight.
Just for Raymond.
‘I’ve finally found a master who believes in me! I want to work for him!’
Finally, Mevinson, determined to get treatment, reached for the blindfold covering his eyes.
His hands were shaking faintly, perhaps because he was nervous.
Raymond was also nervous.
‘If it’s not the cause I’m guessing, there’s nothing I can do. It’s not a situation where I can do a corneal transplant.’
The only way to cure blind patients is with a corneal transplant.
However, the transplant surgery was a surgery that was impossible for Raymond to perform with his current skills.
Even if he has the skills, there are only a limited number of cases where corneal transplantation is helpful.
However, the only reason he came forward like this was because there was a treatable disease among the causes of blindness.
And there was a very good chance that Mevinson had lost his sight from ‘that disease’.
‘According to those around him, Mevinson’s eyesight was gradually deteriorating. Some said his vision was getting blurry. It was most likely due to the disease.’
If it weren’t for the disease, there was nothing he could do.
Finally, the blindfold was removed, revealing Mevinson’s eyes.
“…!”
Raymond opened his eyes wide.
The black pupil was covered with white snow, as if it had been thickly snowed.
‘That disease’
He was right!
“…Uh, what do you think? Do you think I can really be cured?”
Mevinson asked in a trembling voice.
Although he showed his eyes, his voice did not seem to give Raymond the slightest hope that he could cure him.
But…
“It’s possible.”
“… … !”
Mevinson opened his eyes wide, his pupils turning white.
“…What did you say?”
He thought he had misheard.
But it wasn’t.
The voice filled with confidence was heard again.
“It is quite possible.”
“…!”
There was a reason Raymond spoke so confidently.
Snow covered with white icicles.
Cataract.
That’s why Mevinson was blind!
It is the most common cause of blindness and the only cause of blindness that can be reversed surgically.
“With medical treatment, we can restore your eyesight. There is just one problem.”
“What is it?”
“Surgery… means we have to use a knife. In this case, we have to use a knife in your eyes.”
“…!”
Mevinson took a deep breath.
A knife. And in his eyes.
It was something he never imagined.
It was a terrible treatment for such a timid person.
But…
“…If I get that surgery, will I be able to get my eyesight back?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will do it.”
Mevinson gritted his teeth.
‘This is my last chance to work for a lord who acknowledges me. I can’t escape with something like this.’
Of course he was scared, but he held it in and said.
“Please do it. If I can, if I can work for you, I will have the surgery. It’s okay if it hurts. It’s scary, but I’ll endure it. Please do it!”