Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"What do you think you are, daring to spout nonsense before His Majesty just because you learned a bit of medicine in the East!?" the barber raged. "The Archbishop is here today, are you trying to blaspheme in his presence!?"

Carlemi couldn't help but look at the Archbishop, and seeing his displeased expression, he swallowed his saliva and said, "No, I'm only considering His Majesty's well-being. Eastern medicine is very miraculous and definitely effective."

"If you say another..."

Before the barber could finish speaking, the Archbishop said in a deep voice, "Let him continue. What is Eastern medicine like? Do people in the East believe in God?"

"Naturally, no one there believes... cultures are different," Carlemi said softly. "However, I have personally witnessed Eastern medicine cure many incurable diseases, and I have also discovered a more subtle world. The causes of many diseases are extremely complex, and treatment requires exploring the root cause. Bloodletting is only harmful and not beneficial."

The barber sneered, "Disrespectful to God, just a bunch of barbarians. How long has this so-called Eastern medicine of yours existed?"

Carlemi opened his mouth, somewhat at a loss.

He studied New Medicine. It seems this thing hasn't been around for long, less than ten years... The history of ancient medicine in Da Jing is long, but he hasn't studied it, has he?

"A... approximately a few years of history, perhaps..."

"A few years? Hahahaha!" The people in the room burst into laughter again.

The barber bent over with laughter, "You dare to bring out something with only a few years of history? Have you even studied medicine before coming here to show off? You're just a clumsy charlatan!"

"The medicine of Fika and other countries comes from the same lineage, and the wisdom bestowed by God has been passed down for thousands of years. Astrology, botany, herbalism, the four elements, the theory of the four humors, treatment manuals, the Royal Pharmacopoeia, have you studied any of that?"

Carlemi was speechless.

Indeed, although Fika's history isn't thousands of years long, it has inherited the culture and civilization of other countries, so its overall heritage is quite complete.

The barber pressed his advantage, "Can Easterners understand our medicine? Can they understand the profound divine knowledge passed down from ancient times? Are you repeatedly talking nonsense because you want to subvert theocracy?"

"You shameless villain, without our medicine, would your ancestors, your grandfather, your father, and you be alive today?"

Carlemi continued to remain silent.

The barber became even more arrogant, starting to gesticulate, "Do you think medicine is as simple as bloodletting? The zodiac corresponds to the human body, and the timing of bloodletting must also be carefully considered. Do you think a sailor can deceive His Majesty and the Archbishop?"

Carlemi, filled with pent-up anger, couldn't help but exclaim, "That's science, I've witnessed it myself!"

"Regardless of the field of study, the end of knowledge is theology," the Archbishop interjected coldly.

Carlemi almost spat out a mouthful of blood and didn't say another word.

At this moment, the King had fallen into a daze, blood still dripping from his wrist, completely forgotten by everyone.

Duke Yalvis stared coldly at Carlemi, "Based on your words just now, you should be dragged out and burned at the stake!"

"However, considering you can communicate with the Easterners and are still somewhat useful, I'll spare your life for now. Quickly bring in their leader."

Carlemi took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little scared.

Perhaps he shouldn't have argued with them anymore. He had spent too much time with the Da Jing people and had long forgotten the doctrines here.

The Duke was definitely not joking. He could legally be killed for what he had just said.

However... continuing bloodletting will really lead to death.

Carlemi glanced sideways at the King, who was barely breathing, and left with worry.

When he returned, he brought Zheng Hui and Lai Gou'er.

Zheng Hui, holding the scepter, carefully examined the palace, a flash of curiosity in his eyes.

This Western country's art is still commendable. Not to mention, this house is built quite beautifully.

However, when his gaze fell on the couch where the King was lying, a hint of displeasure rose in his heart.

Who is this person? So impolite. He's sleeping when guests arrive...

Moreover, the several foreigners in the room were unscrupulously sizing up him and Lai Gou'er.

"I am an envoy from Da Jing, here to pay a visit and establish diplomatic relations with the Western countries. I wonder where your King is?"

Carlemi quickly translated.

Duke Yalvis pointed to the King with a sorrowful expression and said, "His Majesty has returned to the embrace of God."

"What does 'embrace of God' mean?" Zheng Hui looked at Carlemi in confusion.

"It means he kicked the bucket, just died, his body is still warm," Carlemi said secretly.

Damn it, I told you not to listen to advice, serves you right! A sense of joy rose in Carlemi's heart.

Zheng Hui: "......"

This is too coincidental. The King died right after we arrived. Who are we going to communicate with now?

"We deeply regret the passing of your King, and offer our condolences," Zheng Hui said.

Duke Yalvis: "Your Excellency has come from afar, and we should have held a banquet to entertain you, but it is somewhat inappropriate at the moment."

"The King is not here, but the Archbishop and I are. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it after the King's affairs are settled. I will send someone to arrange accommodation for Your Excellency first, how does that sound?"

Zheng Hui nodded, not thinking much of it.

The Emperor has died, so we'll wait for two days.

It's also a good opportunity to see the customs and culture of the West, and try to flirt a bit...

......

After everyone left, the room returned to silence.

A soldier returning from the port was constantly whispering something in Duke Yalvis's ear.

The Archbishop was constantly praying for the King. After the prayer, he sighed deeply.

"His Majesty is gone. He failed to survive this ordeal because he lost God's protection."

Duke Yalvis frowned and said, "His Majesty was vigorous yesterday after the bloodletting. How could he become like this in just one day?"

The Archbishop pondered, "It must be those Easterners who brought misfortune, causing His Majesty to fail, and the culprit is that sailor!"

"He publicly made blasphemous remarks, disturbing the blessings of the gods! He must be tied to the stake and burned to death!"

Duke Yalvis said decisively, "No, this will disturb the Easterners. The report from below just now said that their fleet parked in the port, judging by its size and style, even if it's not the strongest country in the Far East as the sailor said, it's definitely not from a small country."

"It's a good thing they want to conduct trade with Fika. That sailor is now their assistant. If we rashly execute him, there will be conflict."

The Archbishop glared and said, "In your heart, is the business of those Easterners more important than faith in God?"

Duke Yalvis suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Although the Archbishop is in Fika, he is under the management of the Taifu Church. His status and influence are much higher than his.

"Don't be anxious... His Majesty's affairs have not been settled yet, I just need some time."

The Archbishop's expression softened, "That's right, His Majesty has just passed away. He patrolled the city yesterday, and today's events must be explained to the people!"

"As for those Easterners, they won't fall out with us just because we burned a foreigner, especially since we can send more missionaries to them, so that the entire East can be bathed in the glory of God."

"If you do these two things well, I will report it to the Pope."

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