The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 121

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 121

Episode 121 There are no good saints in the world (1)

“No matter how expensive the conditions may be, always.”

Rebel leader Javilon laughed. A light of desire for talented people appeared in his eyes. It was also the look of a strategist who saw a window of opportunity.

‘He is a saint who can save people with just his touch.’

Actually, I don’t believe it. It never occurred to me that the rumor was entirely true.

‘Because rumors tend to be exaggerated.’

It would be correct to say that his medical skills are excellent. However, it would be a clear exaggeration to say that people were saved with just a touch. There is no way such a fairytale could be possible. There must have been something about it, whether it was luck, coincidence, or trickery.

But that wasn’t important.

‘What’s important is people’s perception of the saint.’

It doesn’t matter if it’s an exaggerated boast. Even if it’s a trick, it’s okay. That’s what people believe. That in itself was important. The most important thing was that I had the utmost respect for and looked up to that saint.

‘So I guess I’ll have to keep him under my command.’

All you have to do is succeed.

Everything will be different.

Javilon clenched his fists, reflecting on his conviction. I thought this was an opportunity. It was an opportunity to overturn the sluggish battle situation all at once.

‘King Merovangar. We can’t let him sit on the throne like this. The same goes for Adeline, the old fox’s daughter. We cannot allow this great kingdom and people to be led by such a weak bloodline that immediately bows its head and sends the royal family hostage as soon as the slightest conflict with the Magentano Empire arises. Oh, of course.’

Amboise is by no means weak. Our Angbuan people can become much greater. Nevertheless, the reason he is unable to fully shake off his potential is because his weak bloodline monopolizes the royal power.

Things that don’t deserve it.

Shame on the kingdom and the people.

We need to bring them down.

Only then will the kingdom and nation become more prosperous and enjoy a status commensurate with its capabilities and qualifications. We will live for a thousand lifetimes and prove from generation to generation that we are the most superior nation in the world.

You have to lay the foundation yourself. It must be the foundation. But it wasn’t easy. The resistance of the kingdom’s army was much fiercer than expected. The backlash from the old aristocratic forces living on the throne of power was also formidable. This was because the justification on this side was weak.

…Crack!

An eerie sound came from Javilon’s teeth as he was lost in thought.

‘I am not just a person who dreams of rebellion. He is a person who sacrifices and works hard to put this kingdom and people on a stronger rock. But those stupid people don’t know the truth. Without knowing anything, they are only seeking small immediate gains and security of rights.’

Inferior things indeed.

Short-sighted people.

I became frustrated thinking about old, outdated, pathetic things. He was very upset that the world did not know his ideals and pure aspirations.

A bigger cause was needed. Or, a symbol was needed to attract the people. A saint-like figure like that was desperately needed.

‘If someone who is so revered and respected comes under my command… and shows his support for me publicly… the situation of the war will definitely change.’

I felt confident.

The eyes of the ignorant people will be opened. Only then will you begin to show interest in your grand ideals. You will finally be excited. There will be a rush to apply to the revolutionary army.

Then the attitude of the old nobles will also change. Because they are a people who are sensitive to profit. The moment they see this side riding on the overwhelming support of the people, the moment they realize that this side is the mainstream, they will gladly change their flag and join this side.

‘Then we can definitely overturn this war. You will be victorious.’

You can change the future of the kingdom. We will fully enjoy our original status as a great nation.

Long live a thousand years.

forever.

What if it’s for that?

You can do anything.

‘Even if I have to sacrifice my life. Or even if it means giving up the throne to that saint.’

It’s okay if you don’t necessarily have power.

Anyone who can make this kingdom and people strong will be willing to hand over the throne, even if the opponent is a devil. I wanted to win the civil war at least that way. He wanted to bring down the unworthy and weak from the throne and open the door to prosperity for this kingdom and people he loved.

“…So, no matter what happens, do everything you can to bring him in.”

Javilon looking at the intelligence staff. His eyes glowed with noble patriotic desire.

?

“…So you’re asking me to join the rebels because I’ll guarantee you all the best treatment imaginable?”

“exactly.”

“her. really.”

It’s time to just finish dinner. The point at which the soup I just ate didn’t even come out as a burp. Rakiel, who returned to his private lodging tent, let out a laugh.

It had to be that way.

‘I was trying to get some rest now, but what’s going on?’

It was absurd. It had been a normal day. He cared for wounded soldiers all day and taught the dispatched military doctors how to make Jaungo. It was time to unwind after such a hardcore day.

But this blatant visit by a rebel spy came out of nowhere. In fact, the spy’s identity was one of the dispatched military doctors. Rachiel looked at the spy with slightly narrowed eyes.

“hey?”

“I’m listening.”

“Did you not like the dinner menu?”

“no.”

“Then didn’t you take the medicine you were supposed to take? Or did you take medicine you shouldn’t have?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what was that big thing you just said?”

I asked to confirm.

The military doctor, or rather the spy, answered with a straight face without any hesitation.

“It’s no joke. This is clearly outside of a formal offer. The kingdom’s army is rotten. It is darkening the future of this country. So join us. Swear allegiance to my lord. Then you will be given the greatest honor and glory. Of course, you may be surprised and embarrassed because it is a somewhat sudden proposal, but this is clearly being done in accordance with our master’s will.”

“Master? Javilon?”

“exactly.”

“…It’s so blatant and blatant. “What if I shout out that there’s a rebel spy here?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“why?”

“If you shout, there will be two paths left for me. One is to try to escape by taking you hostage. But you can’t choose that. Because my lord specifically commanded me to treat you as the most honored guest. So I am left with only one option.”

“what is that?”

“You are just being arrested.”

“Then you will be captured and executed?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“her.”

Rakiel stuck out his tongue. Judging by the way he responded, it was definitely not a joke.

The spy continued.

“I’m not the only spy anyway. Even if I am executed, someone else will take over the mission and approach you again with conditions. Until my master’s desire to have you under his command cools.”

“Isn’t it too squishy?”

“That is none of my business.”

“….”

Rakiel closed his mouth. Even though I was listening, I couldn’t quite believe it.

Join the rebel group or the self-proclaimed revolutionary army. Come under the command of Javilon, the leader of the revolutionary army. Then I will treat you with the best treatment. As soon as I heard it, it was a suggestion that made me wonder if I had cleaned my cochlea less often.

‘Tsk. It’s probably because my reputation has grown too much.’

Suddenly, I remembered the incident that occurred a few days ago with Army Surgeon Chandre, who was opposing this group. This was an incident where bloodletting was used arbitrarily on a soldier recovering from surgery.

Thanks to this, there was an uproar. The soldier was barely saved. Chandre became a chanter and himself was revered as a saint. It was accompanied by a rather burdensome and grandiose rumor that people could be saved with just a simple touch.

I guess it’s because of those rumors. That’s probably why the rebel leader started drooling over this side.

‘Hmm.’

After deducing the cause, I was able to regain my cool. I was able to calm down the absurdity of the sudden proposal. Thanks to this, the calculator in my head started running smoothly.

Expected gains and losses. Situations that will result. Even an appropriate exit strategy. The conclusion with a smile at the end is…

‘…if you think about it carefully, this isn’t a bad proposal, is it?’

No, it was a good suggestion.

The more I thought about it, the more it became so.

First of all, it seemed like there would be little harm to him. No, I felt that it had the potential to be helpful depending on how I used it. The corner where the feast of profits would unfold was also clearly visible.

Rachiel glanced at the spy. The calculation is complete. So what now? It’s time for confirmation.

“Of course. “What can I guarantee if I join the rebels?”

“…what?”

“What can you actually do for me?”

“Oh, that’s…”

“You just said that to me. They told me to join in. He said he would treat me with the best treatment if I came under his command. But why don’t you mention specific conditions? Don’t you know sales? “This person doesn’t have the basics.”

“….”

What is it?

What is this military doctor saying now?

The spy was confused. Honestly, he was prepared to die today. The other person was a military doctor called a saint. It didn’t occur to me that such a prestigious figure would change the flag with just one suggestion. No, I didn’t expect it.

Perhaps he will just be thrown away. The master’s intention is probably to gauge the Saint’s reaction through him. After looking at the reaction, I will make and execute a real plan to actually attract the saintly military doctor. That’s what I thought.

In other words, he thought it was natural that soon the military doctor would be shouting that there was a spy, that he would be arrested by the kingdom’s army, and that he would be executed. But… the military doctor is showing a strange(?) reaction!

I was embarrassed.

‘….’

What should I answer?

Of course, I knew I would be rejected, so I didn’t even prepare an answer with specific conditions. No, I haven’t received anything at all. I was told that there would be no need to do anything more than just say that the best treatment and honor would be guaranteed.

‘What should I say?’

It was thanks to Rakiel’s sudden sudden attack. The spy fell into a state of chaos and cerebral arrest. Meanwhile, Rakiel’s shameless words continued like a spring deep in the mountains.

“ha. To do business, huh? It’s not right for you to come empty-handed like this, man. Do you think I’ve had a sales pitch or two? I don’t even want a fruit basket. At least baccarat… or at least bring a cool drink. uh?”

“….”

“And then. If you’ve already said something, you shouldn’t just be blank like that. “Are there any strengths you’d like to appeal to?”

“You mean the advantages?”

“uh. say it.”

“Is that okay?”

“You brought up the offer first, right?”

“But I’m just a spy who received orders…”

“Ah, so let’s hear the conditions. Be specific if possible. uh?”

“….”

Military doctor Seongja must be crazy.

The spy became a little scared.