It is dozens of times the amount of treatment Raymond receives now.
It was ridiculous, but it was actually the amount these healers were receiving.
Theyâve been getting at least 100 pence for a single treatment.
Even for commoners who could afford it, it was a spine chilling amount. What more for the people in the slums?
âThere is no way that there is a poor person who can afford such medical expenses.â
Raymond also desperately wanted to receive higher treatment costs.
To be honest, he wanted to be paid as much as he could.
But even if he tries to rip his patients off, couldnât he just rip off people with actual money?
The amount Raymond receives now was almost the limit for the poor.
âNo one in this slum could afford such a large sum.â
âWhat does that matter?â
ââŠâŠ.âŠ!â
âThe heals we use are a force from heaven. To receive such noble treatment, of course, you have to pay for it. You donât have money, but you will get a treatment? Thatâs a thiefâs heart. If you donât have the money to pay a fair price, itâs right to search for it no matter what. That is, if they want to live longer.â
Raymond frowned.
It was a ridiculous story.
However, it was also an idea that many healers had.
Without payments, there are healers who wouldnât budge even if the patient died in front of them.
âBut it is not like that.â
Raymondâs eyes grew cold.
He likes money too.
But this wasnât it.
âThe reason why people in the Bay Area have not been able to receive proper treatment was because of your behavior.â
No matter how much money they want, there is at least a duty to protect if they are real healers, but it turns out that they are not even humans.
âI know what youâre talking about.â
âIâm glad you know. So go ahead and pay for the treatmentâŠâŠ!â
âBut havenât you been forgetting something? I am an aristocrat.â
ââŠâŠ.â
The healers have become honeyed mutes.
Raymond leaned back in his chair and crossed his feet in an arrogant way.
âWhen you came in, you didnât say hello properly. You even raise your voices at me. Are you even nobles? Hanson, did you see that? Theyâre threatening me, right?â
Hanson kept pace in a calm tone.
âYes, I clearly saw them insulting and threatening the âKnightâ.â
âIs this a weak aristocrat afraid of commoners?â
The vile healers could not say anything.
They are only commoners. While Raymond may be honorary but he is still an aristocratic.
The attitude they just showed was 100 percent wrong.
âOh, itâs a misunderstanding. We didnât do it with that intentionâŠâ
âReally? Iâm sure you threatened me. Will the story come out properly only when it is handed over to the guard for contempt of the aristocracy? Hanson, open the door! Go find the guards!â
For your information, this world is only for the aristocracy, for the aristocracy.
Therefore, there are three penalties for blasphemy of the aristocracy.
The healers bowed their heads in a hurry.
âSorry, we are sorry! Itâs our fault!â
âYes, what? I canât hear you because youâre talking about stupid people who only care about money.â
âForgive me! I never meant to insult you, Sir!â
âI am only hearing his small voice, so he doesnât seem to be reflecting much. I guess, you have to lie on the cold floor of the prison so that I can hear your remorse even more.â
The greedy healers were in a cold sweat and at a loss of what to do.
Raymond laughed at their appearance.
âKneel down.â
ââŠWhat?â
âIf you regret on what you did, kneel down. Oh! Look at how soow youâre moving! Hanson, get ready to go to the guard!â
The vice healers fell on their knees in a hurry.
Raymond looked down at them and said.
âHey.â
ââŠâŠyes, sir.â
âI donât care how you live. Just because I say a few words doesnât mean youâll be better off and change your characters.â
Raymond said briefly.
âInstead, whatever I do, you shouldnât care. This is a warning.â
The healers nodded and disappeared like they were running away for their lives.
ââŠâŠWill it be alright? What if they try to harm you later?â
Hanson asked carefully in worry, but Raymond answered unexpectedly coolly.
âItâs alright. Donât worry. Hanson. Do you happen to know my creed?â
âLetâs care for patients above all else, right?â
ââŠâŠNo, why do you keep misunderstanding me? My creed isâŠâ
âWeak to the strong, strong to the weak.â
Raymond smiled.
âThey canât do us any harm anyway.â
***
The fugitive therapists gathered together to denounce Raymond.
âWe must never leave it like this!â
âWe must find a way!â
If time goes by like this, theyâll all be ruined.
Who would pay them tens of times as much for treatment?
Of course, this could have all been solved by lowering the cost of their treatments. However, they had no intention of making that choice.
âWhat should we do?â
âWellâŠâ
They put on a thoughtful expression.
The opponent is in an honorary position, but he is an aristocrat. Raymond is an illegitimate child, but he still has the blood of the king.
Thus, they had to do it as carefully as they could.
Then, a healer asked a young figure sitting in a corner.
âIs there any good way, Lance?â
Surprisingly, the person who was asked was a familiar face.
Lance!
It was the chief healer who was tormenting Raymond a lot.
He hid here in the Bay Area, when he was disqualified as a healer by putting Duke August Whiteâs son on the verge of death.
In fact, most of the healers gathered here were in a similar situation.
Either youâre kicked out for doing something wrong, or youâre deprived of your healerâs license.
If thereâs no reason for disqualification, thereâs no reason to come all the way to the slums.
âIt is not that difficult.â
Lance said in a twisted voice.
After being kicked out of the Belland Therapy Center, he suffered all sorts of hardships.
âNot only did I lose my qualification as a healer, but I had to forfeit all my properties and be flogged 50 times.â
Lance grated his teeth together.
He was sentenced to 50 lashes for deceiving the aristocracy.
âI was about to die.â
If Lance didnât poured his heals on himself, he mightâve really been dead.
Even now, the aftereffects remain, so he limped.
âYou made me look like this. âI will never forgive you, Raymond,â said Lance, with a ferocious countenance.
The former confident young therapist was nowhere to be seen.
His eyes were filled with dry and vicious venom.
âAll you have to do is to spread that his treatment is a sham.â
âHow? There are already rumors that his treatment is excellent.â
âYou can buy the patients he treated.â Lance said proudly.
âIf you give them 10 pence each, the poor here will turn their eyes and criticize him. If you catch the wind and chase him because his treatment is terrible, that will be enough.â
The healers hit their knees as if they were right.
âThatâs a good idea. Letâs do it right now!â
***
They immediately embarked on a plot.
In particular, Lance, who is grinding his teeth on Raymond, took the lead.
âI canât believe I have such a chance to get back at you.â
Lance gnashed his teeth.
He blamed Raymond for his fall into the gutter.
âAre you telling me to take the money and slander him?â
âYes, you can say that the disease has worsened because of him.â
ââŠ..â
But the opponentâs reaction was strange.
Of course, they thought he would grab the bait, but there was no answer.
âThink carefully. Beggars like you will never get a chance to touch money like this again.â
âShut up.â
ââŠâŠwhat?â
Lance had a blank face.
âWhat is this scumbag talking about now? To slander him for ten pence?â
The patient was genuinely angry.
Raymond was a kind healer whom the patient met for the first time in his life. They donât know how much consolation and comfort Raymondâs warm words have given him. And now this?
âIf you donât have enough money, we will give you 20 penniesâŠâŠ.â
âShut up!â
Whoo!
Shooting stars flew out of Lanceâs eye.
A hammer-like fist hit this face as it was.
âAck!â
Lance couldnât come to his senses as he rolled on the floor.
Such violence was the first time for him because he is someone who was always treated nicely since he has healing powers.
âHow dare you do this?!â
Lance shouted, covering his face.
But Lance didnât know. That he is not in a position to scream.
âWhat is it. Iâm scolding the garbage!â
Whoo!
The fist struck again.
This time, double nosebleeds flowed out.
The man didnât stop punching.
Puff! Pack!
âWow! Now, wait!â
âYou scum! How dare you look at me?â
People gathered one by one as the disturbance broke out.
âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs going on?â
âNo, you scum.â
The man conveyed exactly what Lance had said, and anger burned on the faces of the people.
âYou damn thing.â
âShut up.â
ââŠâŠwhat?â
Lance had a blank face.
The patient was genuinely angry.
Raymond was a kind healer whom the patient met for the first time in his life. I donât know how much consolation Iâve been given by Raymondâs warm words, but now what?
âIf you donât have enough money, youâll get 20 penniesâŠâŠ.â
âShut up!â
Whoo!
There was a shooting in Lanceâs eye.
A hammer-like fist hit the face as it was.
âWow!â
Lance couldnât come to his senses, rolling the floor.
Such violence was the first time for him, who was always treated with healing power.
âHow dare you do this?â
Lance shouted, covering his face.
But Lance didnât know. That Iâm not in a position to scream.
âWhat is it? Iâm scolding the garbage!â
Fuck!
His fist struck him on his face again.
This time, double nosebleeds flowed out.
The man didnât stop punching Lance.
Puff! Pack!
âFu-! Now, wait!â
âYou scum! How dare you look at me?!â
People gathered one by one as the disturbance broke out.
âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs going on?â
âNo, you scum.â
The man conveyed exactly what Lance had said, and anger burned on the faces of the people.
âYou damn thing.â
âHow dare you say such a thing to our prince?â
People felt a great indignation at his attempt to discredit Raymond.
âLetâs do a proper threshing today.â
When the people started talking to themselves into beating him out, so Lance shouted in bewilderment.
âNow, wait! You donât think itâs okay to do this to me, do you?â
Lanceâs complexion went white.
There was no way he could get help from the guards in the lawless Bay Area.
âHey, wait!â
âShut up!â
Puff! Puck!
âCough! Cough!â
None of the poor people in the Bay Area didnât hate the vile healers.
In particular, Lance did a lot of hateful things even though it was a short period of time as if he were an incorrigible piece of trash.
âOh my god!â
The poor people were able to relieve their anger that had accumulated in them so far while Lance was beaten almost to the point of being a rag that day.
It was self-fulfilling.
***
âUgh. OuchâŠâ
Lance groaned.
He used his heals on himself, but he was beaten so hard that his whole body still hurt.
âAre you alright?â
The other vice healers had worried faces at the sight of Lance.
What Lance did already spread out like a rumor and now they had become Bay Areaâs enemies..
They couldnât even go out recklessly without thinking of getting hit by a stone.
âReally Raymond, we must not leave him like this.â
The reason why theyâve been safe despite living a mean life is because theyâre the only healers in the Bay Area.
If youâre rude to them, you canât get treatment when youâre sick, so everyone looks up to them before.
But now Raymond appeared and things changed.
âWe have to get him out somehow.â
âWhat would you like to do, Lord Lance?â
Lance can only grit his teeth at the pain of being hit.
âNow that this has happened, there is no time to cover it up. That is why we must use the underworld guild.â
The evil healersâ eyes widened.
The Underworld Guild!
It refers to several organizations hiding in the Bay Area.
âIsnât that too risky? And whether or not we could get the contract in the first placeâŠâ
Even the underworld guilds try not to accept contracts for healers because they donât know what kind of help they will need from them in the future.
Moreover, Raymond was no ordinary healer. That is why thereâs a higher chance that the guild would not want to step out.
âIf we rashly try to use the underworld guild, we might face even more backlash.â
It means the bloody revenge from the angry underworld guild.