"Are you awake?"
A man dressed in Scare clothes walked out of the door. He was actually Akiyama, the attending physician of Emperor Persif. This attire was actually to prepare the emperor to integrate into the grassroots.
"Are you the one who healed me?" Persif looked at the man in front of him. Although he had lost the Bible, there was still magic power left in his body. Therefore, Persif still could not sense any trace of magic on Akiyama.
"Yes, we found you in the lower reaches of the Sword Vein River in the far south. You were close to death at that time. We spent a lot of effort to save you from... the hands of the goddess of death."
Dr. Akiyama has put a lot of effort into practicing the common language of the other world recently, so when he communicated with Persif, his common language no longer had a Chinese accent.
"The most difficult part to deal with is the stubborn disease in your chest. A part of your flesh and blood has been transformed into plant-like tissue by an imperceptible curse, and your blood has also coagulated into lumps. We have to use some special methods to erase the disease in your chest."
Dr. Akiyama said this in order to make Emperor Persif understand. After all, this emperor from the far south probably could not understand what fibrosis is.
"I'm afraid I can't express my gratitude to you in words." Persif said solemnly.
"No need to thank me. My treatment costs money... It took us a lot of energy and effort to remove those curses that were like disasters from you."
Dr. Akiyama's words were Lu Cheng's suggestion, which was, "In order to make the emperor more motivated to work, please let him take on a debt that he cannot repay."
But playing the role of a villain and debt collector is a bit difficult for Dr. Akiyama. He is a 100% good guy. As a military doctor, he is so kind that the least he can do is to treat people without charging a penny, and he doesn't even leave his name.
Lu Cheng respected this spirit of dedication to everyone, but Dr. Akiyama told Lu Cheng that he simply liked performing surgery and the feeling of cutting flesh with a knife.
"How much do you want?"
When Emperor Persif heard this, a smile of "being in control of everything" appeared on his face, which could also be called the smile of a rich man.
He liked to communicate with people who could be hired with money. In the past thirteen years, he visited countless doctors, many of whom were from foreign countries. When he heard that the person was the emperor from the far south, he directly refused.
"Ten thousand gold shields." Doctor Akiyama said a price that a commoner in the Far South Empire could never earn in his entire lifetime.
But for Emperor Persif, he could earn this much money just by sitting on the throne and waiting for an hour.
But this is only limited to Emperor Peisif. The person sitting in front of Dr. Akiyama now... is not the emperor of the Far South Empire, but just a middle-aged man with a broken hand.
Persif searched his body. He remembered that he had a lot of valuable ornaments on him, but he found nothing...
This is understandable. He fainted in the lower reaches of the Jianmai River. During this period, the valuable things he carried with him were probably stripped away. He was lucky to be alive.
"As long as you take me back to the Far South, you can get the reward you want, ten thousand or one hundred thousand is no problem," said Persif.
"Why should I trust a ragged man lying in the river?" asked Dr. Akiyama.
"I am a merchant under the Far South Dragon Scale Chamber of Commerce. I can write Far South language and the common language of the continent, and I know a lot of magic."
Peisif was not in a hurry to reveal his identity as an emperor, because in the Far South an emperor's population was worth more than 10,000 gold shields.
No matter which country he is in, he must hide his true identity until Pesif regains power.
Because Persif knew that the assassins trained by the Far South were everywhere. If the Shadow Society betrayed him... maybe he could find true peace only after his death.
"These clerks in the Far South can do it, but they don't have so much money saved," said Dr. Akiyama.
"You think a clerk..."
"I don't have time to listen to your excuses. The situation in Far South is very chaotic right now. I spent nearly seventy silver shields to bribe a crew member to escape from Far South. Don't even think about letting me go back to that damn place! If you want to go back, find a way to make money yourself!"
Dr. Akiyama spoke to Persif in a serious and cold voice.
Peisif stopped talking. He didn't like asking for favors from others, nor did he like owing favors to anyone. This was the dignity of an emperor in the Far South.
As a paranoid with a strong desire for control, human relationships are far more painful to Peisif than a terminal illness.
So in order to make this "favor" disappear, the first method Persif took was to kill the person he owed it to, and the second method was to repay the favor.
Persif could not use the first approach on Dr. Akiyama because he owed Dr. Akiyama his life.
Fortunately, Dr. Akiyama's price for this life was 10,000 gold shields!
It was a reward that could be easily given as long as he regained power in the Far South.
The prerequisite is that he must first find a way to return to Far South.
"How long is the payment period?" Persif asked Dr. Akiyama in the same cold voice.
"Start counting from the moment you come to life, don't even think about escaping. I have engraved a magic on your body that can track you at any time." After leaving these words, Doctor Akiyama stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Persif stopped Dr. Akiyama. "After I paid the full 10,000 gold shields, can I buy a few more of my lives from you by spending another 10,000 gold shields?"
Persif was also a person who valued and loved talents. His desire for talents far exceeded that of other emperors in the world. Doctor Akiyama cured his terminal illness...a terminal illness that even the best therapist in the Far South could not cure.
This ability was enough for Persif to spend a lot of money to keep him in the Far South.
"You should first pay off the 10,000 gold shields you owe me." Dr. Akiyama said this and left the room.
Persif sat in his seat and pondered for a long time. He touched his messy beard.
The emperor began to think about a plan to make money. As the emperor of the far south, he was confident that he could build a career even in a foreign country.
His goal was not to earn 10,000 gold shields, but to earn enough money to return to the Far South Empire.
Thinking of this, Persif stood up and walked out the door. The first thing he wanted to confirm was which country he was taken to by the doctor.
Whether it is Leslota, Shalan, or the Skarre that was rumored to have been destroyed by the blood crystal beast, Persif knows these countries better than even their kings.
For example, when Persif took the first step out of the room and saw the architectural style on the street, he could tell that this was Skarre.
The Red Country is a country based on the mineral industry. If you want to make a lot of money in this country, you have to start with minerals.
As Persif was walking down the street and thought he had the situation under control, a giant steel beast pounced on him.
Persif looked at the steel behemoth rushing towards him at high speed in the distance, and the thought that popped into his mind was "What the hell?"