Seeing this scene, the village chief hurriedly crawled over.
His trembling face was filled with fear.
“My lord, my lord, this person is an ominous figure!”
Village Chief Ma Kui'er spoke with a tone of despair.
On one hand, he hoped to turn his crime into merit.
On the other hand, he didn't want anything to happen to such a good lord.
The other villagers seemed to have found a lifeline.
Each of them spoke up in turn.
They revealed everything they knew.
Ning Cuo glanced over everyone present and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Tore immediately stepped forward, dragging the arrogant Ao Kai away like a dead pig.
He tossed him into the crowd.
A few of his slaves rushed forward but dared not make any big moves.
The reason for Jeanne's exclusion was quite simple.
In this special era, those who became "heroes" were naturally far superior to ordinary people.
Her outstanding beauty and yet-to-awaken powers made her a target for scorn among these ignorant villagers.
Her body, in order to awaken the hidden powers within her bloodline, unconsciously absorbed more material energy during her growth.
This also led to Jeanne having an extraordinary appetite.
She even consumed her own family's resources.
Fortunately, her parents loved her dearly.
But during a previous illness, the doctor Ao Kai they had invited ended up causing her parents' deaths.
And Ao Kai naturally wouldn't admit that there was a problem with his medical skills.
Thus, Jeanne, who always behaved differently from others, was pushed out to take the blame.
On one hand, it could cover up his mistakes.
On the other hand, he coveted Jeanne's beauty.
“Ouch, ouch.”
Ao Kai clutched his arms, wailing incessantly.
Tore's simple action felt like an unwarranted disaster to him.
Every bone in his body seemed to be on the verge of breaking.
“Are you teaching me how to do things? Huh?”
As Ning Cuo's words fell, they seemed to contain an inexplicable anger.
Tore cooperated fully, lifting the trembling village chief.
With a cold gaze, he looked at the villagers who were spewing venomous words.
The other infantry squads followed suit.
It seemed that with just one command from Ning Cuo, they could immediately draw their swords and strike.
“I know you're foolish, but I didn't think you could be this foolish.”
Feeling the trembling body in his arms,
Ning Cuo gently patted Jeanne's shoulder.
His gaze was tender yet firm as he met her doe-like eyes.
It was unclear whether it was due to their different backgrounds or some other misunderstanding.
The so-called saint, Jeanne, looked anything but strong at that moment.
Years of gossip and long-term persecution had made her exceptionally fragile, and her parents' death weighed heavily on her heart.
Sometimes Jeanne even doubted that if she hadn't eaten so much, her parents wouldn't have had to work so hard in the fields.
They wouldn't have suffered from exhaustion and ultimately passed away.
Only Ning Cuo understood very well.
In this era, doctors treating illnesses had little understanding of medical knowledge, except for a very few who were truly skilled.
Most relied on a mix of deception and, when all else failed, bloodletting therapy.
This method was naturally fine for the well-nourished nobles.
Long-term overeating caused many nobles to suffer from wealth-related diseases.
Bloodletting could actually stimulate certain functions in their bodies.
This was one reason why bloodletting therapy thrived in this era.
But these were ordinary impoverished farmers.
They dug for food in the fields every day, barely eating any meat throughout the year.
They were already extremely malnourished.
If Ao Kai treated them the same way he treated nobles with bloodletting,
it would surely kill them.
It was only because the physical quality of the people during the Divine Era was far superior to that of historical Roman citizens.
Otherwise, Ao Kai would have been beaten to death 800 times by now.
Ning Cuo's reprimand of the hundreds of people had a clear effect.
Especially with the perfect cooperation of Tore and the others.
It showcased both the lord's authority and ruthlessness.
It also highlighted Ning Cuo's special regard for Jeanne.
Leaning against Ning Cuo, a faint smile finally appeared on Jeanne's pale face.
She nodded but didn't say anything.
Village Chief Ma Kui'er dared not speak anymore.
Although Doctor Ao Kai was invited by him to treat his son,
he could still distinguish the importance of the lord who governed this area from a doctor in Roman City.
Seeing the hope of persuasion shattered, Ning Cuo was determined to protect Jeanne.
A son could be born again, but if he offended the heroine, it was uncertain whether his village could survive.
“Cough, cough, um, Tore, put the village chief down. We can't be so rough.”
Upon hearing this, Tore offered no rebuttal.
The village chief, who had been lifted, was suddenly released and fell straight to the ground.
With a thud, he didn't even dare to cry out in pain.
Instead, he felt grateful for Ning Cuo's great kindness.
“Isn't it just treating an illness? In the name of God, I will heal your son.”
“Hahaha, just you? You're not even a doctor.”
The previously silent Ao Kai finally seized the opportunity.
In his view, Ning Cuo was just trying to show off in front of Jeanne; he couldn't possibly be a doctor.
This was his way to break the deadlock.
He was a doctor, and doctors were quite precious in this era.
A smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
Ning Cuo wanted exactly this effect; otherwise, what use was it to keep this man's life?
Not only did he want to treat, but he also wanted the treatment to be even more effective.
A lord, a messenger of the gods, and an emperor's appointed one, combined with medical skills that far surpassed ordinary people,
in this ignorant era, could almost be considered invincible.
Over time, with both grace and authority, a single command from him would carry more weight than the emperor's.
Tore, however, was much simpler and more direct. Seeing that his lord was unwilling to explain,
he kicked Ao Kai, who was still spouting nonsense.
Instantly, he sent him into a baby-like sleep.
Then he shot a sharp glance at the village chief, needing no further words.
The village chief immediately understood and pointed at a few villagers, commanding them.
“What are you all waiting for? Hurry and bring my boy out! It's an honor for him to be treated by the lord himself; move quickly!”
Upon receiving the order, several people scrambled and rushed toward the most luxurious wooden house in the village.
They even tore down the village chief's door, carrying a half-grown boy back with a loud crash.
Holding his beloved, Ning Cuo glanced at the boy curled up on the wooden board.
There was no need for further judgment; it was clear he had a high fever.
In this era, having such an illness and being born into such a family could almost be sentenced to death.
His entire head was flushed red.
Even if his body survived, he would definitely end up a fool.