Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary

Chapter 46 – Little Fatty's Home

"Why not ask a priest?"

As soon as Sylvie asked the question, he felt foolish.

The chubby boy looked at Sylvie with a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "My Lord, have you forgotten? You killed all the priests... And even if they were alive, we couldn't afford them. It costs a hundred gold coins just for a priest to cast a healing spell."

"They never intended to heal us."

Sylvie awkwardly rubbed his nose at the words. Those priests were of no use, and his thoughts at the time were simple.

The priests were unwilling to serve the commoners, let alone heal Loli, and they even looked down on him as the lord.

It was better to send these shepherds to meet their deity.

"Alright, I'll go with you to buy some herbs now, and after that, you can take me to your home."

"As the lord, since it's my knight who made the mistake, I must take responsibility."

The chubby boy widened his eyes in disbelief. His eyes, usually squinted into slits due to his chubbiness, were now fully open, allowing Sylvie to see his eyeballs.

"Will you really help us?"

Sylvie nodded affirmatively.

...

There was only one pharmacy in the entire Winterfell City, and almost everyone who fell ill or got injured would come here to buy medicine.

The priests' healing spells were something only the nobility could afford, though now even the nobility couldn't enjoy them.

The owner of the pharmacy was an elderly man with gray hair, his face weathered and rough, covered in deep wrinkles.

In contrast, the old man's eyes were exceptionally bright.

According to the chubby boy, this old man, who made a living selling herbs, was once an alchemist, but his source of magic was shattered, and he could no longer make potions.

However, Sylvie noticed the thick calluses on the old man's palms and wrists, secretly speculating that the old man's identity might not be so simple.

"Grandpa Parker, I want to buy some herbs for treating external injuries."

The chubby boy trotted to the old man's pharmacy, speaking nervously.

This wasn't his first time buying medicine from the old man; he had come a few times before to buy injury medicine for his father.

He always felt a bit intimidated by the old man's sharp eyes, which made him feel exposed under their hawk-like gaze.

Old Parker had already noticed the two approaching and sized up Sylvie, recognizing him immediately.

"Good day, My Lord."

Sylvie nodded at Old Parker without speaking.

Old Parker greeted Sylvie with neither humility nor arrogance, then turned to the chubby boy, who wasn't even as tall as the table, and said with a smile, "Oh, Aubrey, it seems you've gotten chubbier? What's the matter with your father this time? Did he get injured while hunting for you again?"

The chubby boy's expression turned somber at the words. He shook his head, his voice choked with emotion, "Grandpa Parker, my father can no longer hunt for me because he died in battle three days ago."

Old Parker was taken aback by the boy's words, his smile gradually fading, replaced by a look of regret.

He quite liked the lad who occasionally brought him a cup of sour beer, and now he realized he would never see him again.

"I'm sorry, Aubrey, I..."

"Grandpa Parker, my father was an honorable warrior. I'm proud of him, and I'll be like him in the future."

The chubby boy shook his head, sniffled, and continued, "This time I'm here to get medicine for my mother. She was injured by some bad people."

Old Parker didn't press further about why the boy's mother was injured. He simply turned silently to find herbs for treating external injuries.

For those who have been hurt, every meaningless inquiry is a form of torture unless you can help solve their problems.

"Here, Aubrey, this is Bloodstop Herb, and this is Starbloom Herb. I've already measured the amounts for you. Take them home, boil them for an hour, and give them to your mother to drink."

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Old Parker swiftly packed two bundles of herbs and placed them in the chubby boy's hands. He suddenly patted the boy's round head, his gaze complex, and said, "You must grow up healthy... to protect your mother for your father."

The chubby boy obediently nodded, then took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket.

He carefully counted them, took out two coins, and placed the rest in the basket on the old man's table.

Of course, this money wasn't enough to buy the herbs, but Old Parker said nothing. He didn't run the pharmacy to make money.

He cheerfully took one copper coin from the basket and returned the rest to the boy, waving his hand, "This is enough."

After bidding farewell to Old Parker, Sylvie followed the chubby boy through winding paths for quite a while before arriving at a low, tiled house in the outer city.

This was the chubby boy's home.

Sylvie was puzzled. Although the salary of a sword and shield soldier wasn't as high as that of a knight, it shouldn't be so low that they lived in such a humble place.

"Mother, I'm back."

The chubby boy knocked on the door, and a weak woman's voice immediately followed from inside.

"Cough, cough—Aubrey, you're back? Open the door yourself; Mom can't walk well right now."

Sylvie didn't immediately follow the boy inside. He waited until the boy came out again to invite him in before entering.

As soon as he stepped inside, he was hit by a strong smell of herbs mixed with the stench of festering wounds.

In the dim light, Sylvie could see a frail woman lying on her side on the bed, looking very haggard and exhausted.

The chubby boy had already explained the situation to the woman, but she still seemed anxious, struggling to sit up from the bed.

"My Lord, this humble woman..."

"You can speak while lying down, no need to be formal. That's an order."

Sylvie gently pressed the woman back down, sending a wisp of Battle Aura into her body to investigate.

Sylvie frowned deeply. The boy's mother not only had external injuries but also suffered from a severe lung disease.

This explained why they lived in such poor conditions; it seemed the boy's father's salary was spent on treating his wife's illness.

Even priests couldn't cure this disease; only holy water, formed through faith, could cleanse it.

But in this remote place like Winterfell City, where could one find holy water? It was a precious resource only available in the Royal Capital.

However, it wasn't entirely hopeless. Sylvie had a hunch.

Yesterday, when Loli was in meditation, the aura she emitted corresponded to an ability that could definitely solve this problem.

It seemed he needed to hurry back and help the little maid awaken.

Sylvie didn't waste time with meaningless chatter and got straight to the point:

"I heard your compensation fund was stolen by a group, and there's a knight supporting them?"

The woman nodded bitterly at the words, tears immediately welling up as she sorrowfully recounted:

"...My Lord, can you help us? It was Bolt's gang; they're ruffians from the Outer District, living off protection money."

"The knight who delivered the compensation fund had just left when they came, took the money, and beat me like this, sobbing..."

"They even said we could seek revenge anytime, as they have a knight and the lord backing them..."

"Bastards!"

Sylvie's forehead throbbed with anger, his fists clenched tightly.

These scoundrels not only committed vile acts but also dared to use his name?

He would find out which knight was backing these ruffians, and if there truly was such a person, they would face the harshest punishment.