Chapter 138 The First Follower (Second Update)

"It's me, Hot, and... a friend."

The yard was even worse than it looked outside.

The place is surrounded by debris placed everywhere, and a large piece of the crumbling thatched house has already become bald.

Following the source of the sound, Ethan found the other party from a pile of haystacks.

This is a young man about the same age as Hot.

He was sallow, skinny, and extremely weak. Unfortunately, his unusually tall body only had a skeleton left.

At this time, he was sitting on the haystack, looking at Ethan warily.

Ethan glanced at his right foot buried in the grass, thinking that was where the injury was.

Seeing this scene, Ethan already believed most of Haote's words.

"friend??"

Hot has no friends except himself.

There was a flicker of suspicion in York's eyes.

"Hello, I am Hot's friend and a doctor. If possible, I can take a look at your wound."

York was stunned, first glanced at Haote, and saw that his expression was dull, then he set his sights on Ethan.

Meticulous hair, handsome face, exquisite clothes, extraordinary conversation, and most importantly, the several badges hanging on his left chest, one of which is a pharmacist badge representing a doctor.

"Are you a doctor?"

York asked suspiciously.

Ethan smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out his wand and waved his hand. A wound on York's chest had been sutured.

The originally bloody wound was like an opened purse, revealing the red color inside. Now the purse is finally zipped up.

"Hey, are you really a doctor?"

York's eyes flashed, but then dimmed again.

"Hot should have already told me about my situation. Even if you are a doctor, it will be of no use."

"How can you know if you don't try?"

Ethan pushed aside the weeds and gasped when he saw the scene in front of him.

The instep of York's right foot was weirdly twisted downwards, forming an inverse right angle with the calf. The ankle was swollen, and there were bruises caused by binding, and there was a shocking tooth-shaped wound in the middle of the calf.

Judging from the extent of the scab on the wound, it must have been at least two or three days old.

"How...how did you get injured?"

York lowered his head sadly.

Hott on the side sighed and said: "This is what the Ax Gang did. They knew that York had the strongest ability to escape, so they first set up a trap and deliberately lured York into it."

"The Ax Gang? Is that the group in the arena?"

Ethan's eyes turned cold, seeing the scars on York's body, he was indeed ruthless.

Werewolf Haot nodded.

"The leader of the Ax Gang was once a member of the Brotherhood. With his back on the big tree of the Brotherhood, he did evil and oppressed the good in Triumph City. We poor people have already suffered terribly."

At this point York explained.

"You mean the Ax Gang and the Brotherhood are working together?"

Hearing this, Haote thought for a moment and shook his head.

"That's not necessarily true. The Ax Gang is probably just a fake, and the Brotherhood doesn't take him seriously at all."

Ethan remained silent, even if he didn't take them seriously, he should still take care of them.

"Okay, let's heal York's injuries first."

"But the curse of 'God's Disarm' can only be broken by going to the church, and we don't have enough money."

"So, you are lucky to meet me."

Ethan took out a clean towel from the badge, rolled it into a long strip, and motioned for York to bite it.

"It might hurt a little later, you have to bear it, you know?"

Seeing Ethan's suddenly serious face, York nodded numbly, biting the towel in his mouth tighter and tighter.

It can be seen from Hot's narration that York suddenly stepped on a trap arranged by the enemy while running. His right foot was restrained by the trap. The huge momentum caused his body to lose control and his right foot was directly dislocated.

Ethan first reached out and touched the joint of York's right foot.

The joint is intact, the ligaments are not broken, and there is no doubt that it was dislocated.

"The process of disarming God is very complicated. If you are not careful, you will end up being disabled, so you must not move around later, do you understand?"

"yes……"

Ethan looked a little scared when he saw his expression, so he said to Hot: "Grab his hands later and don't let him move."

Haote nodded and said: "I understand."

"Crack!"

As Ethan twisted, there was a crisp sound at the joint.

One pull, one turn, one send.

"Crack!"

A series of crisp sounds.

"Woo~"

York cried out in hysterical pain as he bit the towel.

Even Haote behind him couldn't bear it anymore.

But when he saw York's feet, he was extremely surprised.

"This, this, this... God's Disarm has been unlocked?"

Ethan let out a long breath and looked at the disbelieving expressions of Hot and York, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“This, this… is good???”

York cried with joy.

You must know that a person who has been hit by the ‘God’s Disarm’ will most likely be disabled.

But now Ethan's incredible medical skills have completely conquered the two of them.

"Doctor...me."

York choked up.

It is tantamount to wishful thinking for a disabled person to live on and on.

Ethan's treatment was tantamount to giving him a second chance at life.

At this time, York, who had thought for a moment, broke free from the help of Ethan and Hott, knelt on one knee, covered his heart with his left hand, raised three fingers with his right hand, faced Ethan, and said solemnly: "I, York Adrian, am willing to follow Mr. Ethan from today, unswervingly, and never betray."

York's move scared Ethan.

His action was a standard noble knight's salute, and the meaning of this series of actions was that he was determined to follow Ethan until his death.

Putting aside the question of whether Ethan would accept it or not, the other party's standard action that was smooth and flowing was like a rigorous training.

"Mr. York, you are injured, sit down quickly."

Ethan wanted to help York up, but the other party's action was very firm, without any shaking.

"York's lifelong dream is to find a master who is worth his life. You saved his leg, which is to save his life. It is indeed worth his following."

The noble's following ceremony is a very troublesome etiquette.

If someone offers you a loyal following ceremony, then he will have only two endings.

Either live on your knees or die on your knees.

In other words, if Ethan agrees, he will have one more follower, and the other party will become his subordinate.

But if he refuses, then York's only fate is to draw his sword and commit suicide.

"This..."

"York was once a nobleman, and because of some things he chose to fall and wander. Although sometimes he is very rigid, please believe me... he is really a powerful person."

Ethan no longer hesitated at the moment. The noble following ceremony was something he had learned in school.

He put his left hand on his chest, and his right hand pressed on York's dirty hair without hesitation.

"I, Ethan Moore, accept York Adrian's following!"

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