Pendor Empire In Other Worlds

Lothar slowed down a little to form a line with Javiertai's carriage, and through the window of the car, he glanced at the famous mainland artist.

In response to his question, he just responded with an "um", and he didn't even nod his head.

It is neither a certainty nor a direct denial.

This artist of mixed praise and criticism is somewhat worthy of Lothar's respect.

"I heard that Jazz was seriously ill, and your face is indeed not very good. I don't know what kind of disease it is. I must leave Midloft for treatment?"

Javiertai pulled out a wry smile at the corners of his dry and cracked mouth, "Spitting up and diarrhea, and unable to eat, of course his complexion won't be any better. But it is for Laban to read the joke.

As for what the disease was, the doctors in the city couldn't see what was going on, so he planned to try his luck in the king's capital. "

After a sigh of relief, he continued, "But I don't think there will be any good news.

After all, there is not much difference between the doctor in the Royal Capital and the doctor in Midloft.

And I'm not sure whether I can make it to the royal capital. "

In fact, there is a legacy from the previous era, and the medical standards in the world in the modern era are not terrible.

Especially in the use of herbal medicines, even though many herbal medicines have been extinct due to environmental changes. The rest are not much worse than ancient Chinese medicine in terms of disease treatment.

Unfortunately, compared with the outstanding efficacy of drugs, the diagnosis of the disease is really far behind.

Because of the well-known catastrophe, almost all information related to vital signs has been burned and cleared.

Even re-research is not allowed in most countries.

Without these data, it is conceivable how accurate the diagnosis of the condition is based on the experience passed on by doctors.

The first step in medical treatment is so bad, no matter how good the herbal medicine is used, it can only solve some common diseases.

Of course, trauma treatment has to be calculated separately.

That was purely a deformity caused by the racial melee that lasted for seventy years.

Therefore, like Javier Taijue, a disease that cannot be diagnosed by a doctor in one place, the possibility of getting treatment in another place is really not high.

Of course, although this is the truth, it would be disgusting to say it.

"I don't think you need to worry too much. Since this disease hasn't cost your life until now, it's probably not a particularly complicated disease.

Maybe it doesn't need to be healed, it will heal by itself. "

Then he changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Midloft City's approach is too overbearing.

Since my doctor is not capable enough, I should send you out of the city for treatment as soon as possible.

How can the treatment time be delayed for nothing? "

"Haha," Javiertai laughed hoarsely, "How can such a good thing fall on my head?

Moreover, the two earls' homes are the most precious treasures stolen, and they must be searched in detail.

I myself am willing to cooperate, and there is nothing overbearing or not overbearing. "

"Then you look very open," Lothar smiled and replied casually.

Chat, it's not a debate contest, you have to let others approve your point of view.

What's wrong with making the atmosphere a little more peaceful by saying something beautiful?

It seemed that it was back to light, even though the tone was weak and weak, Javiertai still cheered up and chatted with Lothar for a while.

It wasn't that Lothar wanted to pester the patient to keep him from rest. It was Jazz who talked about some interesting insights himself, Lothar just listened and occasionally responded to his own opinions.

For some reason, Lothar liked to chat with Javiertai.

This is not only because the experience he talked about is really fascinating.

More importantly, through his haggard eyes, Lothar vaguely saw some acquaintance.

But when I think about it, I never seem to have a similar person in my mind.

However, after all, it is a good experience.

"Hey, the drought this year is still very severe."

Passing by a corpse lying on the side of the road, Javiertai suddenly stopped telling his story and sighed.

"The Laban Cavaliers probably don't know it. Actually, in our country, such droughts happen every few years.

Every time, there will be a lot of people who die just like that meaninglessly, not even a person who collects the body. "

Lothar glanced at Javiertai in surprise. This was the first time he heard such remarks since entering the Principality of Airland.

Especially from the mouth of a nobleman.

Ignoring Lothar's surprise, Javiertai continued to sigh to himself.

"Actually, I am reluctant to return to this country.

Not for anything else, but for the drought that will come from time to time.

Every time, when everyone rebuilds their homes, has a little food to store, and buys a new suit.

It will arrive on time, destroy the newly built homes, take the lives of relatives, and turn the hard work of everyone into ashes. "

"As lords, the nobles have long forgotten their original duties ~ www.readwn.com ~ only know how to blindly ask for bones and blood from the people, to maintain the life of the'superior.

In my memory, there are very few lords who are willing to reduce the already heavy taxes in order to allow their people to have more chances of survival, not to mention the relief of disasters.

The same goes for the Grand Duke.

It's as if the life and death of the people has nothing to do with them. "

Although the last sentence seemed to contain a strong sense of sarcasm, Javiertai's eyes only had emotion and no resentment.

This made Lothar, who looked at him in horror, couldn't help putting away the disguise that suddenly made him sick.

Should it be said that it is indeed a "different"?

However, Lothar had the same opinion on the point of negligence of the nobility.

Compared with the nobles like Airland who only knew how to exploit the common people, the ruling class of the Principality of Perth was much better.

The Principality of Perth was able to grow from a joke made up of a group of refugees to a maritime power that scorns the world, not just by relying on its superior geographical location.

The kind of style inherited from the ancestors to create a homeland in a crisis-ridden and barren land is not only manifested in the spirit of martial arts.

More importantly, the entire aristocratic class insists on its responsibility.

Even the Baron Similler, who was first defeated by Lothar, had the least population in the territory under his control, more than four or five times that of the previous village of Leiden.

Last year, the Barbarian invasion almost broke the periphery of Nuremberg into a piece of white ground.

But after the war ended, didn't the principality never say "just leave her like this", but invested a lot of manpower and material resources in reconstruction work with no visible benefits in a short time?

In contrast, the nobles of the Principality of Airland, who boasted a long tradition, could only say "haha".