Chapter 261 This Disease Is a Poison

No matter how I heard this, I felt like I was hopeless.

I glanced at Raphael worriedly, and asked Rodney in a low voice: "Why do I feel so scared when I hear what he said? I won't just finish saving Patch's wife with my front foot, and then jump into the moat with my back foot, right?"

Harold scratched his head with his index finger and said, "No, he just likes to complain."

At the end, he added: "He has been like this since the day I met him."

I said "Oh", thinking that this was a habit I had fallen into since childhood.

I vaguely remembered that when I was a child, I seemed to have had a classmate like this who liked to complain about everything and even said some pitiful and desolate words. Later, for some reason, he suddenly changed this habit.

When asked what happened, the classmate refused to tell the reason.

It was not until many years later, at a class reunion, that he finally recounted the unbearable past in a desolate tone.

In fact, the reason is very simple, that is, he chased a girl, but the girl refused to agree. When he asked why, the girl just said: Listening to you is like listening to my grandpa, there is a generation gap.

I guess Raphael didn't encounter anything like this when he was chasing his wife.

Harold and I basically didn't talk during the whole trip, and we just listened to Raphael chattering away.

To be honest, what I fear the most is this type of person. They are full of nonsense and are harmless to humans and animals. At first, you can even think of it as gossip, but after listening to it for an hour and a half , there was basically no sound of Zi Chou Yin Mao, and there was a buzzing sound in the ears, which kept ringing, as if there were a hundred and eighty flies dancing in the ears.

This feeling often makes me feel upset, but what bothers me most is that the upset is not bad enough to make me want to kill someone with a knife.

In other words, he is the kind of person who can make you miserable even if you try, but also makes you unable to find any reason to eliminate him.

He is a master in the field of complaining!

Harold seemed to be used to it. He just walked and breathed, and from time to time he would check the prices of vegetables for a few days.

I asked in a low voice: "You are so rich and you still pay attention to the food prices. Shouldn't this be the responsibility of the cook?"

After hearing this, Harold whispered back: "I only looked at it occasionally and discovered the problem."

"What's the problem?" I asked nervously.

Harold looked around and said to me mysteriously: "My cook made false accounts."

"Hey, you know all this?"

"Yes," Harold said, "I go through my bills every day, but I've never asked about them."

"Then what are you going to do?" I gossiped: "Fire him?"

Harold shook his head: "Give him a salary increase. Once the money is in place, he will naturally stop making false accounts."

I curled my lips and said nothing.

Making false accounts is like taking advantage of shopping for food. If you do it once, you will become addicted. You know it is wrong, but you can't control your hands.

It's a good thing that you raised your salary, but you also have to find out why he falsified the accounts. If he is really short of money and you raise your salary, he might give up. If it's just for stimulation, then the more you give The more he raises his wages, the more he goes about falsifying accounts.

But since Harold is very rich, I won't tell him these things.

In fact, it was all in vain. His attention was now attracted by a stall selling carrots next to him.

When we arrived at Old Patch's weapons shop, Old Patch was already waiting at the door.

Seeing that we were back, he hurried forward to greet us.

Raphael was indeed different from his so-called disciple. When he met Old Patch, he asked directly without saying a word: "Where is the patient?"

Old Patch did not hesitate and directly led Raphael inside.

As soon as he saw Old Patch's wife, Raphael frowned. He first carefully observed Old Patch's wife's face, then took out something similar to a flashlight, gently opened her mouth, and carefully opened her mouth again. Look at it.

After a while, he took a breath and asked, "How long has she been sick?"

Old Patch said: "More than two years."

Then, Raphael asked a series of questions about Old Patch's wife's condition. After receiving responses one by one, he thought deeply for a while and said, "I can cure this disease."

After hearing these words, old Patch burst into tears instantly, and almost burst into tears. He fell to his knees with a plop and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you."

Harold also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

"What disease does she have?" I asked curiously.

"Strictly speaking, this is not a disease." Raphael frowned, his face was very serious, and he said word by word: "It is poison."

"Poison?" I was puzzled.

Harold also looked confused.

But Old Patch's eyes were wide open, and he was at a loss in horror. For a while, he kept mumbling, and the look on his face was panic and resentment.

"Old Patch, is it possible?"

I didn't say the second half of the sentence, because it was too unbelievable. How could an old goblin, who was considered a profiteer at best, have such a deep hatred for others that he would poison his wife?

Raphael had a sullen face and said nothing, but frowned and stared at old Patch.

After seeing Old Patch's expression softening slightly, he said solemnly: "I can cure the disease, and I can cure the poison, but you have to tell me first what exactly is this poison."

Old Patch turned his head dejectedly, his lips moving continuously, like a fish about to die of thirst.

After a long while, he finally murmured: "I, is it okay if I don't say it?"

"No!" Raphael was extremely serious, which surprised Harold beside him.

Looking at Harold's surprised face, I raised my eyebrows and said, "Is it really that fun to pry into personal privacy? If you can cure it, I'll cure it. If you can't cure it, I'll find another way to find someone else. You've made it so Are you nervous, what are you doing?"

Raphael glanced at me and didn't seem dissatisfied with my words. Instead, he shook his head and said, "It's not me who makes me nervous, but this disease. This poison has to make me nervous."

He glanced at Old Patch and continued: "In Airui City, there are at most two people besides me who can cure this poison, but even if you really find them, they won't help. The burden you heal is too heavy, and it is simply not something ordinary people can bear."

"What do you mean by this?" I was confused.

It was just to treat a poison and save a person, but it was so troublesome and complicated, and he also said a lot of words that he couldn't understand or understand.

To be honest, I'm going a little crazy.