To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 673

episode 673 wins their heart (17)

sandal has completely gotten used to living with the goblins.

having been sick of staying in his room, he went out to work along with the goblins.

it was easy to do, such as carrying bricks or moving materials, but that one thing changed the speed of work.

seeing him carrying a cart full of materials, the goblins pretended to know him.

“you are diligent today too!”

“yes.”

the conversation was quickly cut short by the blunt reply.

however, the goblins didn’t care much.

that’s because he’s already used to such conversations.

wiping the sweat with a towel, he said.

“come to think of it, did you say you had a younger sister?”

i wonder if the goblin’s question made me think of my younger brother.

his dull expression softened.

“yes. unlike me, he is a bright kid.”

“to be a little sister to such a wooden and stoned person. it just doesn’t suit me. ha ha ha.”

even at first glance, sandal has an extraordinary physique.

when he said he had a younger sister, the goblins naturally thought of a rambunctious female warrior.

when you’ve been hanging on to work for a while.

from afar, a young man wearing a familiar white robe and a small girl walked hand in hand.

the goblins who recognized ray while looking around the work site came running to see him.

“god! what are you doing here?”

there were a few goblins who built an annex building with ray and raised the dream of becoming a carpenter.

i see a lot of familiar faces.

“call sandal. i have to see my little sister’s face for the first time in a while.”

“your sister?”

the goblins widened their eyes and this time moved their attention to ete.

since coming here, there have been a lot of attention, so ete was more used to it than before.

no more hiding behind your back.

seeing the girl lowering her head in embarrassment, the goblins were frightened.

the younger sister’s appearance was completely different from what they had imagined.

they were imagining a dwarf female warrior with no beard and a sturdy body, but they admired ete’s appearance.

“how could such a guy have a sister like this?”

“ugh. humans are mysterious.”

“it’s like a younger brother who is different from me...”

as the scene was in full swing, sandal also approached before he knew it.

“what are you doing?”

the sight of him drenched in sweat was enough to make the hearts of many muscle-loving goblins flutter.

ray frowned and covered ete’s eyes again.

“aren’t you ashamed to see your sister for the first time in years?”

the thick smell of sweat wafting from afar made my head dizzy.

if it were you...

hmm, lacia might be cheering.

when i looked at the sandal with useless thoughts behind, he stopped as if he was rigid, looking at the blindfolded ete.

and then, in a hurry, he backs away.

“now wait... wait a minute.”

he spoke and ran quickly somewhere.

a few minutes pass.

when sandal reappeared, it was quite different from the first appearance.

her hair was neatly put on, and she wore a neat leather outfit that she had borrowed from somewhere.

since he had such a good physique, the rugged leather armor suited him very well.

“you’ve become a bit more human now.”

only then did ray release the screen (?).

“brother......?”

“...ehte.”

there will be a lot of kingdoms that choose money rather than hegemony, so there won’t be one or two places to bow your head in the black room.

i have no choice but to hit the player first, but i am worried that they would not have used their hands.

“no way. kings have pride. how many times did you have to wave your hand to follow?”

okay. think positively.

after briefly greeting the goblins, ray moved toward the annex.

* * *

the white guard, which was about to be annihilated in a moment of defeat, headed for silia’s castle.

they traveled all over celia for several months.

in the meantime, the reason for returning to the capital was to finish the adaptation period of several months and head to another country.

rattle-clutter-

“....”

“....”

a heavy silence lingered between them after they climbed into the carriage.

a few to shame.

fear that some might die.

with her head down, only the sound of sighs lingered in the carriage.

freesia, who had recovered some of her depleted mana, tilted her head.

“...thinking back, it’s strange. the fact that i met such a strong man in the forest, and the fact that i was almost assassinated in the village. isn’t it too unfortunate to call it a coincidence?”

dale replied to her.

“what do you want to say, young lady?”

“you’re asking if there’s a person behind it.”

a faded white robe.

no matter how you look at it, the way he wore the hood so deeply that he couldn’t see his face was suspicious.

dale shook his head slightly.

“still talking about that? you haven’t talked about me before. if that was the case, there would be no reason to spare us.”

“...that’s weird. what was the reason you saved us?”

no matter how much i think about it, i don’t know.

if he was a person related to the assassins, there was no reason to spare them as dale said.

as the two were conversing, a member of the white guard, who had been overhearing them from behind, interrupted the conversation.

“then, isn’t it the saint you’ve only heard about?”

“saint?”

freesia showed interest.

surely.

i wasn’t sure if it was gray hair or blue eyes, but his attire matched the rumored saint.

if they were saints, it would make sense to easily subdue them and save them from danger.

when she’s about to say something

dale said with a smile.

“a fun guess, but i don’t think that will ever happen. as you know, the kingdom of celia and the duchy of soleil have not been on good terms lately. if he was a saint, why would he try to save us, who would become celia’s strength?”

i heard that it is.

in fact, the relationship between ray and celia has already been restored to some extent, but it has not been properly known to the public yet.

it is only a matter of time before it becomes widely known, as it is a trend that only quick-witted merchants notice and move.

“...i guess i should give you a report, right?”

“that would be good. his majesty the king has ordered us to report on any matter, no matter how small.”

“mmm.”

it’s a formal report, but it becomes quite annoying when this kind of thing is involved.

freesia, who was only interested in becoming stronger, waved her hands.

“can i ask you for that? instead, i’ll stock up on things i’ll need for my next trip.”

even if it is not, they are not ready to go to another country.

no one complained that they would prepare on their own.

“do it.”

“i agree. if you’re count dwest, you won’t be under-prepared.”

“then i’ll take a drink. ha ha ha.”

could it be because of the excitement of embarking on a new journey?

the dark atmosphere gradually became softer.

by the time they are lightly excited and inflating their expectations for the trip.

in line with that, some kind of force began to move.