Chapter 72
With two big shots around, Garrett Nordmark wouldn't come to harm. As he tumbled down, Elder Elwin Wilkinson didn't even glance his way but quietly extended a vine from his foot. It wound around Garrett's waist, lifting him high and gently placing him down.
Garrett sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, rubbing his knees and panting, feeling lucky: Having big shots as teachers is great!
Finally shifting the blame, Garrett rested on the ground for half a minute before limping to survey other wards. Elder Elwin and the bald Archbishop were busy while Lord Joane, the city master, was leisurely chatting away in his carriage.
Accompanying him was an aged mage, the one who sat beside Mage Gelman earlier. The old mage glanced left and right and suddenly exclaimed, "That hawk?"
A hawk incessantly circled above the shop. Its cries echoed, the red cloth on its talons fluttering like a flag. Lord Joane gazed up and exclaimed right there.
As a city lord, revelry and dalliances were fine, a few mistresses didn't matter much, even if his martial prowess didn't measure up. But one thing had to be remembered: What extraordinary organizations existed in the city, how strong they were, and what their distinctive traits were when they acted!
"Animal companion..." Lord Joane murmured, "This... This is a distress signal from the Radiant Church!"
Sending out an animal companion for help... How bad was the situation over there?
Lord Joane gripped the window frame tightly. The carriage moved on, and soon, reports from the North Main Street streamed in waves:
"10 injured!"
"17 injured!"
"29 injured! All transferred to nearby shops, no deaths for now!"
"10 severely injured, 19 lightly injured! Five are unconscious!"
This is troublesome... Lord Joane frowned deeply. Meanwhile, the nobles in the convoy, with each new piece of information, grew increasingly agitated:
"Oh no, my niece was on North Main Street!"
"My grandson said he was going out to play today!"
"My mother-in-law was taking my little sister-in-law out shopping, could they have run into this?"
"Baroness Lona! My son is injured!"
"Franz! Hurry to North Main Street, find that young priestwhat was his name?and tell him to treat my nephew first! If he heals him well, he'll be rewarded; if not, I'll break his legs!"
The convoy sped up and surged forward. The crowds surged too, making it difficult to navigate through the city celebrating the midsummer festival. Knight Nolan led the way, clearing the crowds, while two squad leaders shouted incessantly:
"Make way! Make way for the City Lord!"
Quite interesting!
The old mage couldn't help but laugh. Categorizing the patients with priestly methods and then marking them with magical tricks, the apprentice in charge was an interesting kid...
"A real mage?" Lord Joane furrowed his brow. The old mage grinned and nodded, "Yes, indeed, a real mage, a new apprentice of the Mage Tower..."
A mage can also oversee healing?
And command a group of healers?
Didn't the bald Archbishop give him credit?
Lord Joane hesitated, uncertain whether to question it. The Grand Priestess had already spoken, "Are you saying Garrett did all this?He's just a mage's apprentice!"
In a few short sentences, the nobles had disembarked one after another, crowding outside the shop. The shop was narrow, reeking of blood, deterring most from entering, only peeking heads remained outside. Upon hearing the Grand Priestess's words, they whispered amongst themselves:
"Mage's apprentice?"
"A mage's apprentice doing a priest's job?"
"Can it be real?"
"Didn't the Archbishop say this apprentice was in charge?"
"Oh, the temperament of the Archbishop, you all know..."
"A mage doubling as a healer? Who
would believe it? The temple must be mad..."
"Yeah, teaching knowledge and fostering faith, it's been so hard all these years! Teaching someone and then they leave for another place, which temple would agree!"
The discussions grew louder, and Lord Joane's suspicion deepened. His hand that held the purse withdrew:
A few coins didn't matter, but rewarding the wrong person would be embarrassing. What's going on with this lad? An apprentice causing so much trouble!
"Are you truly a mage's apprentice? Or a healer?" Lord Joane asked with a furrowed brow. Garrett was about to respond when Elder Elwin finished casting a healing spell and interjected with a smile:
"Yes, indeed, Garrett here is my disciple!"
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